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Kilpatrick on the artist’s political responsibilities (these are apparently multiple): Hate has more borders than I can muster into the capability of a vision. That’s why I scream in short bursts.
“Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-nicest-guy-in-the-world-an-interview-with-arthur-bradford">... more</a>
Let the okra go to waste, steal oranges from the corner store. I'll tell you that<a class="more" href="/web_features/if-everything-39-s-under-control-you-39-re-going-too-slow">... more</a>
Two teenagers are living in my house this summer, and neither has read The Catcher in the<a class="more" href="/web_features/oh-this-was-the-world-my-struggle-with-my-struggle-book-4">... more</a>
Pierce Brosnan only has so much time left. He doesn’t know it yet, but this will be his<a class="more" href="/web_features/great-moments-in-cinematic-drinking-nbsp-die-another-day">... more</a>
To recover from the grand wizard of empathy’s commencement speech, I have since camped at grocery stores, when I can afford them, awaiting the flotation device of my college degree’s supposed intellectual extenuation of the human gridlock.
The people in my workshop suggested the stories were detailing co-dependency. From my position of fiction writer I laughed and nodded in agreement so as not to appear too sentimental towards the material. I thought of my classmates as boring and responsible and generic, and reasoned that they couldn’t understand the characters’ interactions because they were only limitedly tolerant of anything eccentric—