When sweet and bitter mingled together, no reed was plaited, no rushes muddied the water, the gods were nameless, natureless, futureless
. There is definitely "free play" here, since one term (sweet) cannot be privileged over another (bitter), and since all things, including the gods, are undifferentiated.
He's telling me he's futureless
. And eventually he'll tell me how long the infected take to starve to death'.
The vice foreign minister called on Japan to make a ''thorough cleansing of its past crimes,'' adding that it would be ''futureless
'' unless it did so.
Not my "goodness," not my innocence, just yesterday's futureless
let-it-be vacancy--the self who couldn't conceivably say make it happen.
And we should do so not in a primitive language, but in the much-needed style of writers like yourself, teaching us and showing us the harsh, futureless
reality that is the worst side of today's rampant capitalism.
Economic development can be ruthless, by benefiting some at the expense of others; voiceless, by excluding the voice of people; jobless, by creating wealth but not jobs; futureless
, by exhausting the next generation's resources; and rootless, by destroying cultural traditions and identities.
The book establishes both a chronology for these works and a developmental pattern: from the early writings of the Lais that "remain enmeshed in the futureless
feudal institutions that account for the fatalism at their core," Bloch presents the Fables as affirming "a universe of new values associated with money economy" and the rise of the managerial class (192) and the Espurgatoire as responding to issues directly related to the conquest of Ireland by England.
But no matter who does win among the Big Four, it will only reinforce the pathetic, useless and futureless
stalemate which, for more and more people, is becoming too much to cope with every single flippin' day of our short lives.
By claiming that these conditions prevent the commercial publication of not just innovative but now any type of "serious fiction" (2) at all, McCaffery justifies the existence of the dozen or so canonically futureless
writers who fill out the pages of American Made, a group boasting Fulbright appointments, writers-colony fellowships, and all the other predictable awards, plus professorships in small-time creative writing programs.
Catalogue images produced new therapeutic narratives for the type of men whom Hine posed on Pittsburgh streets and framed as helpless, futureless