November 2011
4 posts
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
1 post
August 2011
2 posts
“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot...”
– Elizabeth Taylor (via crssa)
July 2011
5 posts
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
13 posts
April 2011
10 posts
Carcass
All my need took
you down like a meal.
Anne Sexton
There was grandma, clasping her purse, asking
if it was a movie; my papaw, reciting the Bible;
and mother with her death instinct, her left
arm at my neck, the cubic zirconium bracelet
imprinted on the sprout of an Adam’s apple,
her heavy breasts cupping my neck, the odd
burst of breath at my cowlick, her silence
purposeful as a...
Forgive me for this post
I am really, very truly starting to despise and feel sorry for style bloggers. The level of narcissism the internet allows is getting incredible. Five years ago it was releasing your sex tape; now it is photographing yourself (but not Myspace monkey-arm style, of course) wearing certain clothes and posting them to explain how to get a certain look.
Doesn’t everyone in the world understand...
March 2011
4 posts
February 2011
9 posts
The Applicant
I was reading an essay: an architect
defending monuments because actual memory
was too intangible.
He said we forget everything
unless it has a physical dimension.
I was in a hospital,
my grandfather sprawled next
to me. I was his night watchman—
he wanted out.
All night his legs twitched under white
sheets like waves
in the cleanest water.
I was reading the essay
to cite in a...
Gaga and the Death of Sex →
Interesting essay. Full disclosure: I only say interesting because I’ve thought many of these thoughts (Gaga as sexless, Gaga as pandering, Gaga as Madonna avatar, Gaga as somewhat death-obsessed), too, but I’ve never thought enough to extrapolate behind her as a persona or icon. So, yeah, it speaks to a generational shift and all that, but the way Paglia presents it seems too...
Best Ciara lyric ever: “Booty looks softer than a McDonald’s hamburger bun.”
Katharine Hepburn: I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man…I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and I made enough money to support myself. And I ain’t afraid of being alone.
Barbara Walters: Is that why also you wear pants?
Hepburn: No, I just wore pants because they’re comfortable.
Walters: Do you ever wear a skirt, by the way?
Hepburn: I have one.
Walters: You have one?
Hepburn: I’ll wear it to your funeral.