Pére Seltzer

attending a magazine reading tonight where, as usual, people of all genders peddled their Girl Literature—their on-accident écriture feminine that more often than not elides the temporality of quantum in-betweenness that is responsible for the exigency of elliptical Girl Voice to begin with—I became resolved to compose something else. a something that would be, if not the Boy Literature of prior cusping points (like David Foster Wallace), way-station releases en route to, or in the shaky aftermath of, massive societal discord, than at least A literature of man, like Peter Selz's New Images, a literature from man's vast historical perspective, not quite The Kindly Ones but nonetheless: adult, non-embarrassing non-flimsy non-flighty panoptic mystical but also the strong and silent type the type with mettle a literature dulcet but firm. 

let's see how long that ambition lasts, how it will come to contradict itself.