Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.
Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I did want to update before my journey and mention some really great things I've been enjoying lately:
The most obvious of anything you will find here today is Lady Gaga's new video for her most recent single "Alejandro". In many ways it makes up for the ways I personally felt that "Telephone" fell short, but I think my main issue there is that if you throw Beyonce into the mix you end up focusing on/dealing mainly with a heightened level or unattainable female sexuality that becomes mainly cartoonish, and one-dimensional. I really believe that Gaga's got puts an intentionally controversial twist on things, and coupled with someone like Beyonce her work loses a bit of its depth - needless to say I'm glad to see Gaga working solo again. Alejandro certainly pushes buttons, and pulls out stops. Check it out if you haven't already. After a bit more research I'll share my critical response.
I just finished reading Cunt by Inga Muscio, which I whole heartidly believe that all women should experience. It puts a lot of things in perspective in terms of being a woman in society today, and there are several points on each page that totally inspire you to feel proud and want to kick ass!
Tokyo Police Club just released their new album CHAMP, which I must admit is quite the masterpiece. These guys never disappoint, and I am thoroughly looking forward to their visit to the Grog Shop this July. Hopefully no one gets sick this time, because if they cancel on Cleveland again I will be one very disappointed lady. You can listen to their entire new album for free on their Myspace, although I would certainly recommend swinging by your local (independent) record store and picking up your own copy. I'm particularly drawn to "Favorite Food", "Favorite Colour", and "Bambi" - although the album is 100% solid all the way through.
"There's another girl and another day, and your favorite food still tastes the same"
"I'll get to know you better, but I'll never know you well."
(Just some lines for the times)
Take it easy, and tales and evidence of my French adventures coming soon!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I'm starting a little zine because I feel like it's finally the right time. (Funny that now is the "right time", given I've only got a little over two months to make work for my BFA hahah...ahhh) There will inevitably be some overlap between what turns up in there, and what I post here. That in mind I wanted to preview a small section of writing I made to include in my first issue. I think I often worry that my writing is to confessional. I guess I shouldn't spend too much time thinking about that.
I sat alone in the dark for a long time that night. I smacked my lips and said my own name out loud. I turned my stale gum inside out and snapped it across my front teeth. It tasted sour and spent. I stared off the porch, into the street, and past the houses just across the way. A train went by just beyond them and I welcomed the low shrieking of the wheels as it came and went in steady swells. A bead of sweat broke from my forehead and cut quickly down across my open eye. The salty stream burned as I tried to blink the dirty water free. I noticed the weathered rubber tips of your sneakers against the dry dead grass at my own feet. Lid closed, I massaged the corner of my left eye with the heal of my soiled palm. You asked my why I was still crying. I said, “fuck you” out loud and spit the small tacky wad I’d been grinding between my teeth at your worn black chucks. Nothing echoed and I didn’t look up. You put your foot down where my gum had landed and flattened it absent-mindedly across the pavement.