I demand satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn defending my attempt at a Great American Novel because I put an ad in the paper that I would duel anyone who didn't like my work (I will die because I will trip over an exposed tree root when turning around after the 6th pace to ask my opponent what they actually thought of the book and will subsequently bash my skull on a rock)

That reminds me of a post on tumblr about an ancient italian knight who won like 20 duels over the poet dante being the best poet. On his deathbed he admitted he didnt even read dante. Who knows if this is true but funny story nonetheless

dulla1 year ago(edited)

So true. There'll be poets in the tweets, literary fist-throwing partisans in the streets.