The job of having to soften up the brick every day, the job of cleaving a passage through the glutinous mass that declares itself to be the world, to collide every morning with the same narrow rectangular space with the disgusting name, filled with doggy satisfaction that everything is probably in its place, the same woman beside you, the same shoes, the same taste of the same toothpaste, the same sad houses across the street, the filthy slats on the shutters with the inscription THE HOTEL BELGIUM.
Drive the head like a reluctant bull through the transparent mass at the center of which we take a coffee with milk and open the newspaper to find out what has happened in whatever corner of that glass brick. Go ahead, deny up and down that the delicate act of turning the doorknob, that act which may transform everything, is done with the indifferent vigor of a daily reflex. See you later, sweetheart. Have a good day.
Tighten your fingers around a teaspoon, feel its metal pulse, its mistrustful warning. How it hurts to refuse a spoon, to say no to a door, to deny everything that habit has licked to a suitable smoothness. How much simpler to accept the easy request of the spoon, to use it, to stir the coffee.
—Julio Cortazar, a selection from the intro to “The Instruction Manual” in Cronopios and Famas
“You have to question a cinematic culture which preaches artistic expression, and yet would support a decision that is clearly a product of a patriarchy-dominant society, which tries to control how women are depicted on screen. The MPAA is okay supporting scenes that portray women in scenarios of sexual torture and violence for entertainment purposes, but they are trying to force us to look away from a scene that shows a woman in a sexual scenario, which is both complicit and complex. It’s misogynistic in nature to try and control a woman’s sexual presentation of self. I consider this an issue that is bigger than this film. … There is something very distorted about this reality that they’ve created, which is that it is OK to torture women on screen. Any kind of violence towards women in a sexual scenario is fine. But give a woman pleasure? No way. Not a chance. That’s pornography.”—
Ryan Gosling, in a letter protesting the NC-17 rating of ‘Blue Valentine’. The rating was based on one consensual sex scene, in which he performs cunnilingus on Michelle Williams. (via agarfields)
Wow, OK. I might be on board with the whole Ryan Gosling thing now.
Britt hit hard She found my box of Beth’s best cards Hand cut and signed with ‘X’s Called at work "Happy anniversary, jerk" And I just laughed at the timing With you on line two still crying "Why play sex on the cuff Does Beth like it rough? And learn your dirty lines? And keep her hair cropped (The other shoe dropped) Is this how men mark time in couples?” She cursed (This sounds so rehearsed) As Ann, hand on hip, accusing me to the rafters The words turn and spit And scorch right through to the plaster
First day of Intermediate Russian at Penn was yesterday, and I’ve got a heck of a lot to relearn. Ordered my textbooks rush from amazon, so that they’ll arrive in time for me to do my first assignment. Also: why are all undergraduates bigger than me? I mean they’re *giants*. And why are all Russian professors a little bit insane?