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8 years, 10,000 posts
I'd like to scratch blood out of my dreams By destroying maternity.
Joyce Mansour, âScreams.â
One Day Pina Asked... (Chantal Akerman, 1983)
One Babylonian list of maladies, in grouping the dog bite together with the scorpion sting and the snakebite, describes the canine affliction as "the bite that grows up." The surviving incantation against this bite use a curious metaphor to describe what the dog's jaws have left in the wound: the dog's "semen is carried in his mouth," and "where it has bitten, it has left its child."
Bill Wasik and Monica Murphy, Rabid: The Cultural History of the Worldâs Most Diabolical Virus.
While I screamed without opening my mouth To let night enter your head.
Joyce Mansour, âScreams.â
-Women are the nearest "other." The first "other." -There is something inside repetition...
Michael Snow, âA Lot of Near Mrs.â
The disease which is passed from mother to daughter is the disease of being female -- an abject creature not far removed from the animal world and one dominated totally by her feelings and reproductive functions.
Barbara Creed, The Monstrous Feminine: Film, Feminism and Psychoanalysis.
Divines (Uda Benyamina, 2016)
The Bride Wore Black (François Truffaut, 1968)
As in the night. To penetrate the night is one thing. But to be penetrated by the night. That is to be overtaken.
Agnes Martinâs notes for âOn the Perfection Underlying Life.â
The Story of Marie and Julien (Jacques Rivette, 2003)
Lindsay looking at adult magazines, 2012
by Malick Sidibé
The text reads,
âYOU WERE FRANTIC AND FOOLISH, YOU KEPT NO TRACK OF TIME, YOU RAN YOUR DELICATE BODY INTO ITS NATURAL END, YOU BURNED ALL YOUR CANDLES TO STUMPS, YOU ARE TIRED AND HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAY DOWN, YOU HAVE EARNED THIS REPERCUSSION, THIS REWARD, THIS RECKONING, YOU FINALLY Â NEED TO KNOW
HOW TO DECAY GRACEFULLY
LIE STILL (x13) â
Return to Oz (Walter Murch, 1985)
In 1980, photographer Anita Corbin decided to turn her lens on the young women of UK subcultures. Over the next two years, rockabillies, mods, goths, rude girls, skinheads, rastas and more posed for Corbin and opened up about what it was like to be a young woman navigating an alt scene, and the importance of female friendships.Â
âI have chosen to focus on girls, not because the boys (where present) were any less stylish, but because girls in âsubculturesâ have been largely ignored or when referred to, only as male appendages.â -Anita Corbin, photographer, âVisible Girlsâ
Listen to our interview with Corbin and learn what happened when Corbin and her portrait subjects reunited earlier this year.
Are you a woman in a subculture? Do you feel welcome? What role do female friendships play in your scene of choice?