April 2012
19 posts
Oh, Lydia.
And also considering that I just, for most of my adult life, I have been involved in a serious steady relationship with one man or another, whilst all of these other subtexts were happening at the same time whether the other men were aware of not of what I was doing, whether they were suspicious of my behaviour, or not, or whether I was completely straight up and admitted everything I was doing, I...
GAWS: Werner Herzog's Note To His Cleaning Lady →
gaws:
Rosalina. Woman.
You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its…
I used to think feminism was a liberating force - now I see many of those people are just censors under a different name.” ‘Feminism’ is like saying ‘mustard.’ Which feminism or which branch of feminism? To me, I always like the term ‘humanist,’ which I think I am. I’m pro-sex, pro-pornography, pro-NRA. That divides me from a lot of so-called...
“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
– Samuel Beckett (via gaws)
CALLING ALL PRO-CHOICE GRRRLS AND BOYS
I learned a month or so ago that my Dad is pro-life. We were in public, so I didn’t really explode at him, I just told him clearly that if I needed to, I would have an abortion. We changed the subject. I brought it up with him again last week- he’s fairly reasonable, so I told him this was a really, really important issue to me and asked if I could send him some literature to explain...
Piano
She’s lifelike to the heartbeat, I can’t feel her heartbeat. - Tricky
Straight from the Whore's Mouth we bring you...
I just woke up. I said, I just woke up. Empty stomach. Movements blanked out by the vibrating lights on the wall opposite. It took five days to open my left eye a fraction, and even then the result was violent and garish and I took a week to recoup. I was on the internet. I remembered. I spoke, I said, I said I remembered. And that was the worst of it. So I open my eyes again and the spectrum...
Stick (my writing style has regressed)
Falling back into the violent streams in waste
gaspillage definition,
you were the one who said so
and you’ve let me do this for months-
picking shards out of my face
the tiny canyons chasmic divide,
another diaspora in jade
and you took each one for a fake.
There is no longer any blood beneath the epidermis
and the time it takes to scrape away the layers
may as well be spent in the...
