BJÖRN ANDRÉSEN and DIRK BOGARDE in THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY IN THE WORLD (2021) dir. Kristian Petri and Kristina Lindström.

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BJÖRN ANDRÉSEN and DIRK BOGARDE in THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY IN THE WORLD (2021) dir. Kristian Petri and Kristina Lindström.
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One thing that I think about a lot is how useful theories and concepts often get reduced to their simplest definitions and soundbites, becoming at best meaningless and at worst harmful. People start looking to how a simple phrase like "intersectionality" or "the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house" or "the personal is political" applies to a situation without having the understanding of the context these ideas grew out of. Essentially, we end up dealing with fossilized words. We turn potentially useful lenses into sledgehammers and punchlines, when, in my opinion, theory and philosophy are at their most useful alive and flexible. What did this theory mean in context? How does it apply here? Why am I turning to this? Is this actually a useful lens? Am I using this mode of thinking as a starting point, but then modifying or expanding it to fit this different scenario? You have to engage with the words you say, understand why you're saying them.
How can we talk about women in media if the phrase "bechdel test," isolated from its origins of talking about the impossibility of even imagining characters as lesbians in many cases, gets slapped out as a gotcha? How can we talk about how easily people can get sucked into cults or cult-like thinking if "love bombing" means anything, including "being nice for no reason"? How can we have conversations if we're throwing calcified words at each other?
nabokov’s strong opinions
Sleeping satellite, Eric Merrell (because)
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (b. 24 September 1896)
You are thrilled by New York – I doubt you will be after five more years when you are more fully nourished from within. I carry the place around the world in my heart, but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams. America’s greatest promise is that something is going to happen, and after awhile you get tired of waiting because nothing ever happens to people except that they grow old and nothing happens to American art because America is the story of the moon that never rose.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, in a letter from 21 October 1925 (via macrolit)
Teens in Leakey, Texas captured by Danny Lyon, a photographer on assignment for the EPA, in 1973
I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
Jane Austen (via macrolit)
Literary history that happened on 18 April
Ulysse (Agnès Varda, 1983)
I’d swim across Lake Michigan I’d sell my shoes I’d give my body to be back again
Pierre Huyghe | Nymphéas Transplant (Fall 1917), 2014. Live pond ecosystem, switchable glass,… [+]
Catherine of Siena, Prayer 9 (Noffke trans.) (1379)
Gustavo Pérez Firmat, ‘Nobody Knows My Name’
Fascinatingly, in Hebrew the word for lover, "oheiv," and the word for enemy, "oyeiv," are almost identical. The reason is obvious, they are really one and the same emotion. In both instances one desires to become "one" with the other. In love one wants to merge together, while in hate one desires to swallow the other and incorporate the enemy into himself.
HaRav Yochanan Zweig
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“Someone who takes me in like a humble dog, who opens the door for me, brushes me, feeds me, loves me severely like a dog, that’s all I want, like a dog, a child.” — Clarice Lispector trans. Alison Entrekin
“His eyes have the same intense expression as the eyes of a mute animal seeking to convey messages far beyond the power of words, the same pleading intent look of dog’s eyes transmitting a love or distress or anxiety we cannot always understand.” — Anais Nin
“I would love you as a bird loves flight, as meat loves salt, as a dog loves chase, as water finds its own level. Or I would not love you at all.” — Jeanette Winterson
“I wasn’t thrown into the pit of dogs. I dove.” — Jeanann Verlee
“Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned it’s not what you do with the knife—it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark.” — Yasmin Belkhyr
“But you see, I was seventeen and alone and nobody gave me anything except one book by Dickinson and she was so neat, so precise, so human and I wasn’t. I just wasn’t. I was just a dog. I wasn’t even that good.” — Megan Fernandes
“Aren’t you a dog anyway, always groveling for love and begging to be petted?” — Kim Addonizio
“The length to which lost love drove men and women never surprised them. They had seen women pull their dresses over their heads and howl like dogs for lost love.” — Toni Morrison
— “Moon Song”, Phoebe Bridgers
“Your lonely, twitchy heart lounges like a dog on a chain, only dimly understanding the reason it must exhaust itself and then begin to howl, though no one ever comes.” — Kim Addonizio
“I became his accomplice. Afterward, alone in my apartment, I’d fall to the floor and howl like a dog. So as not to kill him. Because I liked it.” — Margarita Karapanou trans. by Karen Emmerich
— “Dog Years”, Maggie Rogers
“The wild dogs roam the summer fields just outside of town. Their eyes flash, bright stars in the woods at night and they weave like fire through the dry grass towards the edge of the city, looking for something to kill and eat. Love is like those wild dogs. If it hunts you down, it will not let you go. And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you’ll love something; how even when it has gone the love you felt will still chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood.” — Helen Humphreys
“Love makes a dinner table out of us. Look how it strips us of our bones. Leaves us panting, like dogs left out in the heat.” — Karese Burrows
“But my body’s a bad dog, all dumb tongue and hunger, down on all fours again, tied up outside again, coming when called but then always refusing to stay.” — Ali Shapiro
“And then I realize I am no longer the one leading, my hand between its teeth —fingers tumbling down its gullet; I am being eaten, leash and all.” — Josh Corson
“Grief’s raw tongue licked at your calves insistently, the old, familiar dog. You could have allowed it to continue, until thick, pink loss slid down your throat, the tragedy of it purified through your kidneys.” — Moira J.
“I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over. I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.” — Venetta Octavia
“My body is useless. It lies, curled like a dog on the carpet. It has given up.” — Anne Sexton
“Let me hoard even the sorrow that has wandered in from the rain like a stray dog. Let me hold the ancient hungers welled up inside her.” — Melissa Studdard
“All organs must be remembered must not just be kept inside like a trinket in a chest, must not be shelved like old molasses must bark like hounds in the night/ sometimes she wants to eat their light but eats a lark instead, because she wants to possess its bone, because she wants to be a part of something.” — Lisa Marie Basile
— “Hounds of Love”, Kate Bush
“I want to be a better animal. I want to love what I can while I can: my dogs who cotton the grass, a song that fills my cup and gallops me under a hunter’s moon. So what if I snag in her antlers?” — Ruth Awad
“But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move my living limbs into the world without too much pain, can still marvel at how the dog runs straight toward the pickup trucks break-necking down the road, because she thinks she loves them, because she’s sure, without a doubt, that the loud roaring things will love her back.” — Ada Limon
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