What does he reed?

Scene: OLI is sitting on the bathroom floor in the foetal position, rocking back and forth and mumbling to himself.

[enter EMI]
EMI: Oli! What's wrong? Please!—you need to speak to me!
OLI: Emily…
It's those vile Americans
and their wanton use of the letter ‘zed’.
It nauseates me as much as it makes me sick.
EMI: Oh, right… of course…
Yes, it's um… it's terrible, isn't it…
OLI: A feverish race of circus performers
paroled unto the world on the sick whim of some incorrigible Tartarian gaoler, and nothing besides…—utterly anathema to we in this civilised country.—Precisely the form of chthonic brute who'd have the audacity to fancy himself improving his God-compiled logos with a de-Francofying quill wedged between the clove in his hoof, while sat beside a hatless so-called ‘gentlemen’ dictating him republican backwash without so much as a nod of acknowledgement from either of them towards the irony of the whole thing. And don't even get me started on what these clowns have done to the Word…
It's like reading graffiti, Emily!
EMI: Oli—if you don't like it, don't read it.
This country has a proud literary
tradition with a wealth of talented
authors you could be reading instead—like
Banjo Patterson, or that other bloke
who wrote Robbery Under Arms…
Let's be honest, brother: you aren't exactly
missing out on anything important
by forgoing all of American
literature wholesale. Very much unlike
Australia’s rich vein of profound works.
OLI: Apart from Melville…
EMI: Well obviously
apart from Melville!—but the rest, I mean…
OLI: Poe’s not bad either, now you mention it…
EMI: Oh? You like Poe? I never would've picked
you for someone who likes Poe, Oliver…
OLI: O, absolutely!
One’d have to be a rather tremendous
wanker to bethink oneself above reading
for the sheer morbid enjoyment of it—
and where better to get that than with Poe?
He is the grandfather of Pulp, after all.
EMI: Can't argue with that! Who doesn't love Pulp?


On seconds thoughts, I'm guessing you're probably
also into some of those authors with
idiosyncratic styles who wrote in the
twentieth century:—Burroughs and such…
OLI: O, Emily…
We really need to do something about
these lunatical ramblings of yours…
EMI: M-Mine?
OLI: Emily…
If I wanted to immerse myself in
an atheistic New York jew’s mumbling
half-comprehensibly about how much
he loves sticking needles up his arse, then
I'd listen to The Velvet Underground.—
and Nico.
[Suddenly, a strange knock is heard at the bathroom door.]
EMI: O-Oli? Are you okay in there?—You sound like you're talking to yourself.
OLI: Huh? Yes, I'm fine Emily.
EMI: Okay, that’s good. I was just checking…
I love you.
OLI: I love you too.

What was the /mu/ meme with this guy again? Calling him a hack or something

Delmore Schwartz, William S. Burroughs, and Allen Ginsberg

>>24499851
ITT: Talentless Hacks

>>24500733

>>24499816 (OP)
lol op that dude in ur pic looks like he could be bernie sanders son

>>24499816 (OP)
this is exactly what I've always imagined old Macdonald from old Macdonald had a farm to look like just needs a pitchfork in one hand

>>24500781
for reference

>>24499816 (OP)
my balls

Delmore Schwartz
Probably Bataille or some gay shit like that
Bazooka Joe

>>24499816 (OP)
ai generated

>>24500781
>>24500804
Nigger

I feel like he’d enjoy Philip Roth