Dorian Lynskey
@dorianlynskey.bsky.social
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Journalist, podcaster (Origin Story) and author (33 Revolutions Per Minute, The Ministry of Truth, Everything Must Go, Origin Story books). Anti-doomer despite everything. www.dorianlynskey.com
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I can never blame the original for the lousy imitators
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I've never seen Halloween before but I feel like I have because this is where so many horror tropes come from. A weird sense of deja vu: everything is familiar even though it was once original (notwithstanding its debt to Psycho). Like seeing Night of the Living Dead: Oh, THAT's where it all started
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How soon before Trump is incapacitated and we get Weekend at Bernie’s fascism?
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Trump: "I also did a cognitive exam. Which is always very risky because if I didn't do well, you'd be the first to be blaring it and I had a perfect score. And one of the doctors said he's almost never seen a perfect score. I had a perfect score. That made me well good ... not the easiest test."
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Grammy Award-winning and now won in a court of law. I don't wanna hear any more discourse about whether "Not Like Us" is the biggest diss track in the history of the culture. There should be curriculum in schools about this now.
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NEW: Drake loses his defamation case against Kendrick Lamar over the “Not Like Us” lyrics.

More coming @courthousenews.bsky.social
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Broadway ticket prices are demented though. The best show I’ve ever seen wasn’t worth $700
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I love that Beckett is still confounding people after all these years. It’s like “I went to see The Rite of Spring. I don’t know what the hell that was but it sure wasn’t music. I felt like rioting. One star”
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TFW you paid $1400 to see Beckett’s most famous work without knowing anything about it
One Star Review of Waiting for Godot on Broadway
I recently attended Waiting for Godot on Broadway and spent over $1,400 for two Row C seats (103 and 104). I'm a longtime admirer of Broadway productions and even hold a season pass for Shea's Performing Arts Theatre, so I came in with genuine enthusiasm and high expectations. Unfortunately, this show was unlike anything ! have ever experienced —and not in a good way.
What I encountered was not the artistry, music, or emotional storytelling I usually associate with Broadway, but instead what felt like an endless cycle of nonsensical conversation between characters who seemed trapped in their own madness. I tried-truly tried-to find meaning, symbolism, or even a thread of emotional resonance. I stayed through the first half hoping the second would offer clarity. But by intermission, it was clear: this was a waste of both time and money.
Keanu Reeves is an actor I respect greatly, but I cannot fathom why he would agree to participate in such a disjointed, inaccessible production. His talent was lost in a performance that defied reason rather than provoked insight.
To anyone considering attending: unless you are drawn to highly abstract, nearly incomprehensible theater, I strongly caution you against this show. For the average, educated, thoughtful theatergoer, it is far more frustrating than fulfilling. In my opinion, this was the single most disappointing Broadway experience I've ever had - an unfortunate waste of money and, more importantly, of time.
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beijingpalmer.bsky.social
this I think was also a product of the very specific online dynamics of the late 2010s and I'm actually somewhat optimistic about it dying.
jctenton.bsky.social
the fiction stuff is interesting, i've encountered a number of friendly acquaintances in "let's chat about TV" type spaces who have a full on political belief that subtext is bad. fiction needs to have clear morality that must be told explicitly to the audience. stop the show and turn to camera
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No humour detected in the ones I'm talking about. I think responding to a joke with a serious point rather misses the point
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I'm just upset people think I address TV shows as "sir"
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Sadly for this fun fact, he moved out of Soho years before writing Capital but I think he must have written the 18th Brumaire there
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My son, doing politics A-level, uses @originstorypodcast.bsky.social as research. I have however advised him not to describe Marx as a ‘messy bitch’ in his coursework, regardless of how accurate it plainly is.
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🚨NEW EPISODE🚨

Welcome back to Season Eight: The Story of Socialism as @iandunt.bsky.social and @dorianlynskey.bsky.social conclude the story of Karl Marx and the birth of Marxism. Listen here 👉 linktr.ee/originstoryp...

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dorianlynskey.bsky.social
I rephrased this twice before posting to make it very clear it was a joke but it really is impossible to make a joke on Bluesky without a number of people taking it seriously
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I'm sorry but I don't think we should be encouraging celebrities to be traitors. What message is this sending to impressionable young people? You get ahead in this fallen world by lying? No thank you, sir
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Yes there's plenty to criticise
dorianlynskey.bsky.social
Quite hard to square cuddly old late Benn with the thorny radical 70s/80s Benn
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I love how phone icons are almost all based on the analogue devices they replaced. Skeuomorphism
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Reading Tony Benn’s diaries. Good stuff. In 1976 Benn asks Harold Wilson figuratively “What should we do if you’re run over by a bus?” and Wilson replies “Find out who was driving the bus”
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Oh come on, they’re not the same thing at all. Deciding whether to play Riyadh is not an everyday dilemma
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This is about pub opening hours