Shane Devine

3 weeks ago | shanedevine.substack.com | Shane Devine

This is the first in a series of posts for paid subscribers in which I share my research on what is called “the Philosophy of Art.” These notes are the result of painstaking reading and interpretation, and contain quotes from obscure sources that are invaluable for anyone who wants to understand the crisis of nihilism, Hegel’s “End of Art” thesis, and the possible future of art. From the Nachlass, 3/25/25-4/2/25.

1 month ago | shanedevine.substack.com | Shane Devine

Something was unearthed during the pandemic. Our corruption, the result of a process of disorientation that was sown some five hundred years ago, ended sharply in a quake of fear when we sensed its emergence. In some sense the Event didn’t take place. But the one that could have happened, the pandemic of our premonitions, was enough for us. The ease with which we succumbed to it was even more alarming.

1 month ago | shanedevine.substack.com | Shane Devine

When the Word of the north traveled down to my earthAnd woke the sleepers whom I call’d my neighborsBack home things were normal. School was coming to an end. I drank beer in the warm evenings with Duane and Red, Bambrick and Trevor. I took my finals. I went with my grade to Seaside Heights for Prom weekend, a New Jerseyan rite of passage. Some psychedelics were taken in these weeks, but no seminal experiences were had. There was too much anticipation on my mind, and the settings were not ideal.

1 month ago | shanedevine.substack.com | Shane Devine

So I got there. Natacha and Alexandre walked up as I exited the concourse. Alexandre was wearing a black redingote drinking from a can of Pabst; Natacha was wearing a nice dress tightened with a belt, laughing into the phone. The first thing I say in my awkwardness after what’s ups and handshakes is “Natacha, you are taller than I expected”—she took it lightly and laughed. We begin to walk through the streets.

2 months ago | shanedevine.substack.com | Shane Devine

Two major events occurred recently in the anti-establishment establishment writersphere that exists between New York and London: the publishing of art critic Dean Kissick’s essay The Painted Protest in Harper’s Magazine, and Sam Kriss’s catch-all reviewof contemporary “Alt Lit” autofiction. Kissick’s essay provoked many responses.