Gabriel Majeski
badseedinyellow.bsky.social
Gabriel Majeski
@badseedinyellow.bsky.social
Entropic Observer
December 15, 2025 at 2:47 PM
as I became an adult- i had cut myself off from religious experience. primarily for ugly connotations to that word, brought from where I grew up- that in reality have little bearing on what the word actually implies.

for the last half decade, patrick white has helped me recover that relationship
December 10, 2025 at 4:56 PM
i've lost my voice from teaching my sister and her husband boardgames for the last 2 days. and now I'm in bed, watching "smoke signals" and eating anti-inflammatories like they're candy.

which is basically how I've spent Thanksgiving for the last 5 years- and will EVERY year until I die lol
November 28, 2025 at 3:24 AM
continuing my yearly foray into everything this man has ever written.

he is, without hyperbole, the best writer of the 20th century that no one reads- and y'all need to catch the fuck up.
November 26, 2025 at 5:28 PM
a lot of hay has been made about the greater meaning of "cloud atlas" over the years

to me it's deceptively simple: the storytelling act, our most human impulse- is uniquely our only manifestation capable of moving through time and transforming the peopled world- even as the teller inevitably fades
November 25, 2025 at 6:26 PM
A prized position in my t-shirt collection
November 24, 2025 at 3:50 PM
it has some glaring flaws, but the wonder lies in what this text IS. it is amateur commentary of a commentary of a film record of a house that doesn't exist.

the text is the house. it is void. it has no meaning. we, in our relationship to it- manifest that meaning.

and that is a powerful thought
November 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM
iggy, my big beautiful sturdy girlie- being told by the vet that she weighs 17 lbs
November 5, 2025 at 7:04 PM
tradition is tradition. #Halloweentree
October 31, 2025 at 3:31 PM
been well over a decade since i've crossed this bridge. but it's spooky season and i'm all out of ideas.
October 23, 2025 at 11:49 PM
the boy's still got it

critics may be calling it a minor work - believing everything from the man's pen should be the heir to Joyce that the one from 50 years ago was (and still is). the definition of unrealistic expectation

but even minor Pynchon is better than the major of just about anyone else
October 15, 2025 at 5:20 PM
So how do you know it's fall?

Me:
October 9, 2025 at 1:48 AM
if you take "Tristram..." along with Quixote, it becomes clear that the metafictional play and experimentation that propelled the novel to new heights in the 20th century (ie. modernism, post, and further) has in fact been baked into the form since the very beginning.
October 8, 2025 at 3:34 PM
almost all of my literary heroes are dead and Pynchon is no spring chicken- meaning that i don't get "literary events" that often.

this is a special day- but we should be celebrating every day we still have him with us. one of the last truly original and monumental voices of postwar American lit.
October 7, 2025 at 8:21 PM
it was even better than my EXTREMELY HIGH expectations could have hoped for. 10 fucking stars.
September 26, 2025 at 9:58 PM
criterion channel has an Altman retrospective going on for his 100th and I took the opportunity to revisit "Nashville" last night.

1st- holy shit I still looooove this movie.

2nd- it is exactly the statement on political violence in America we have been ignoring for (checks watch) 50 goddamn years
September 24, 2025 at 2:59 PM
this was a fantastic read- by someone with limited education who nevertheless felt an intense drive to engage with literature in a way that I feel is one of the core reasons that form of artistic expression exists...

namely to reconcile our relationship with death.

absolutely phenomenal
September 1, 2025 at 6:27 PM
I caught this one at Portland Center Stage last spring, and as soon as I picked my jaw off the floor and quelled my rage at never being exposed to it before- i knew i had to read it.

and yeah. alongside "godot" and maybe "vanya" and some Tennessee Williams- it's one of the best fucking plays. ever.
August 28, 2025 at 10:15 PM
this novel has been haunting me for my whole life. it was constructed from real pain. and yearning. and hope

pkd says the novel is him. it's me too. its journey is mine. so are its losses. and as I reached the final trembling word of phil's note, I once again cried

and did not stop for a long time
August 26, 2025 at 6:02 PM
despite its silliness, Vineland is ultimately a tragedy. of the entropic, mean-spirited, Reagan-era death-trip payback against a counterculture that wanted nothing more than to find a peaceful corner of this world to dissappear into.

you'll weap and mourn- but laugh to grasp at an impossible hope..
August 18, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Bolaño's existence in prose is ruled by a constellation of 3 stars. The first two (Cervantes, Borges) can probably be said about close to every Spanish language writer.

The crucial 3rd is Cortázar- indeed I can't see how Bolaño's literature of the Latin American diaspora exists without him...
August 5, 2025 at 4:07 PM
i was recently gifted my grandmother's 1940s smith-corona, and holy shit y'all—

manually typing shit out while spinning records is basically heaven and I'm pretty upset that it took me until the cusp of middle age to figure that out
August 4, 2025 at 8:11 PM
there is no finer food in this world than fresh oregon grown sungold tomatoes. and as the season draws to a close, I am preparing to go into mourning.

this is why i can never leave.
August 4, 2025 at 1:50 AM
i reread this one after many years; a collection of articles, written in the last 5 years of his life- that's the closest thing to a Bolaño memoir we're going to get.

it's a miracle for a lot of reasons- one of which is the most succinct definition of the power of literature that I've ever read.
July 26, 2025 at 6:01 PM
i'm sorry.

i'm in my "paint me like a dutch painting" era, and i couldn't hear you
July 24, 2025 at 12:57 AM