Thursday, April 17, 2014

Theme: Masha Tupitsyn

  • Before my reading yesterday, I sat there and sat there and sat there (nervous, sitting through my nerves, the life of nerves, the work of nerves) waiting for my turn to read and thinking about how I now know there are things we can only say to each other, about each other, about living, in writing. That we can only respond to certain things in writing. And how we can only know and recognize certain things when they’re written down. Read more
  • A French boy named G. that I’ve been spending time with here calls me Helen of Troy. Then, the strongest woman he’s ever met. Then, a knight (not a damsel) in distress. He says I am waiting to stake my sword into a rock. Read more
  • Do we see (have) these kinds of moments of seeing in real life or do they happen only in camera space? In the fiction of movies. Is the face of the lover loving and seeing the lover restricted to mise-en-scène? Is the lover's face just another visual trope? Two visual tropes = Love. Seeing the seeing. It’s true, love is also a reaction shot. But who is witness to the reaction shot off-screen? And what is our reaction to love off-screen? In real life there is maybe only the diegetic. Read more
  • At my artist’s residency in France. Long bike ride through the birch woods today, then two swims in the Seine river. No one around. I don’t want to live in cities anymore. Not all the time. Or at least not in any American city. And not in soul-sucking New York.Read more
  • @Lifeasweshowit calls Love Dog “The 2nd instalment in my series of immaterial writing” #Ld100 1/3 Love Dog materially (in essence) & materially (necessarily) is & isn’t a book. A patchwork of links, music, video, firstly a Tumblr #ld100 2/3 often aphoristic, it demands engagement #Ld100 so I’m responding in 100 Tweets #ld100Read more
  • The problem with fame, or any unanimous praise, is twofold: 1. You are saying exactly what everyone is ready to hear and you are doing exactly what everyone is ready to see. There is almost no tension between yes-no. Ready not ready.Read more
  • Men can’t just write serious songs anymore (Kanye West’s “New Slaves,” which I find arresting, but…) or make serious films or write serious books. They also need to date/marry/love serious women who are doing serious things other than dating so-called serious men. Women who actually reflect these so-called serious men’s so-called anti-establishment politics.Read more
  • Last week I emailed Laurie Penny's article "Steubenville: This is rape culture's Abu Ghraib moment" to my mother. We talked about it. She called it "sexual fascism." She always has the right words. I asked her how it is possible to raise human beings who are capable of things like this. I use the word "human" loosely here. Human, first and foremost, may not even be the point, as evidenced by the media’s and the public’s response to the rape.Read more
  • For a long time it was all about the camera. The truths it presented and the truths it covered up. We knew the camera lied, but we also believed it told the truth. Now we know it only does the former, only we don’t care anymore. As a kid, I had a crush on the Watergate journalist Carl Bernstein because I saw All The President’s Men on TV and thought he was Dustin Hoffman. I believed what I was seeing.Read more
  • I remember when I was a pre-teen and they moved into a loft across the street from me in Tribeca, where I lived. And an older neighbor friend told me they were living in her building, on the top floor. I saw him at my corner deli, and on the street smoking, but never her. At night, I sometimes looked up at their windows and saw their lights on. He was not very impressive in person. Cute, but no big deal. Read more
  • The below screen shot is from Andrew McCarthy's new book, The Longest Way Home. I've written a lot about Pretty in Pink, so it was interesting to see McCarthy read from his memoir at McNally Jackson Books back in September. Because of the way he acted, talked. Read more
  • When I was a little girl I acted and looked like a little boy. It was the first way I knew how to feel about boys, especially the ones I liked. Back in September, I rediscovered Madonna's "Can't Stop" on YouTube—a euphoric, syrupy song from the movie-album Who's That Girl?, and a full-on obsession for me as a child summering in Provincetown.Read more
  • In a deleted take from The Wizard of Oz posted on YouTube, Judy/Dorothy breaks down during her iconic song. She doesn't sing "Somewhere Over The Rainbow," she weeps it. Did they want her to cry like this? Did they push her too hard, for too long, for too many years? Or did her crying overtake her and "ruin" the take?Read more
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