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The Punk smokes me, acrylic on canvas, 60 x 50cm, 2020
Many of Miyazaki’s male characters carry a curse of some sort, an expression of internal conflicts: Ashitaka’s toxic arm in Princess Mononoke, Marco’s pig face in Porco Rosso (Kurenai no Buta, 1992), Haku’s magic indenture to Yubaba in Spirited Away (Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi, 2001), and Howl’s imprisoned heart in Howl’s Moving Castle (Haoru no ugoku shiro, 2004). These are the most obvious examples, but even the seemingly happy-go-lucky Lupin in Castle of Cagliostro (Rupan Sansei Kariosutoro no shiro, 1979) and the remarkably mature five-year-old Sōsuke in Ponyo (Gake no ue no Ponyo, 2008) bear traces of a gravity unusual for protagonists in movies aimed at a young audience. Although these choices make aesthetic sense in helping to create more intricate and compelling characters, they also suggest a view of the world that goes beyond simple family entertainment.
Curses in Miyazakiworld are not limited to human beings. In one of the more memorable speeches in the blockbuster ecofable Princess Mononoke, the cynical monk Jiko-bō states, “The whole world is under a curse!” The traumatic landscapes of the film support that statement as we see woodlands destroyed, skies shrouded, and the god of the forest brought down with a rife shot. Spirited Away makes the curse on nature even more specific: the enigmatic character Haku is not actually a human but a river god, and it is his river that is “cursed.” Another river in the film is so polluted that its god has been turned into a “stink spirit,” signifying both spiritual and environmental pollution.
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Even in Miyazakiworld’s most apocalyptic expressions something always endures. In his animations of lost or unreal worlds the director presents catalysts for hope and action, not simply vehicles of escape. In this regard Miyazaki may be said to engage in what theorists David L. Eng and David Kazanjian label “a politics of mourning”—neither passive nor resigned but activist, concentrating on “what remains” rather than “what is lost”: loss motivates more than memorials; it also motivates art. Along with Takahata, Toshio Suzuki, and the dedicated staff at Studio Ghibli, Miyazaki would go on to make films that inspire action when confronting loss, community when dealing with absence, and resuscitation in the face of ruin.
Susan Napier, Miyazakiworld (2018)
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Exactly 20 years ago (give or take a few days) like most French schoolchildren I was given a piggy bank to collect yellow coins (small change). It was a charity campaign called Opération Pièces Jaunes, to help hospitalised children, but my classmates & I were quite indifferent to the charity aspect because all we cared about was the fact that our teacher started giving us a candle in the shape of President Jacques Chirac every time we returned our little box filled with coins.
We were completely enraptured by those candles and the way the president’s face would start melting hideously if we let them burn long enough. Without any kind of deliberation among ourselves we turned it into a class-wide contest—it was obvious to everyone that the point of the Yellow Coins charity campaign was to win many little Chiracs and melt them to make the face of our president as freakishly deformed as possible. We exchanged them for pogs and marbles. We had recently learnt about the Plague in history class, with great relish, hence one lucky girl who managed to obtain a particularly monstrous half-melted face with a big wax bubble reminiscent of a bubo sold it way above the going rate, for 12 galaxy marbles—a fortune. (I was among the losers of this auction, and commented in my diary, with deep regret, “It’s just what it would look like if the President had the bubonic plague!”) Every day after school we went round town begging passersby for coins with something akin to mania in order to get more Chiracs to burn into ever ghastlier shapes. An old lady we ambushed in front of the church praised us warmly for our charitable spirit.
Eventually our teacher ran out of candles and this odd chapter of my childhood ended as abruptly as it had started. Our class was congratulated in front of the whole school for being by far the most ardently devoted to the cause (we got ~15kg of coins.) I wonder if the principal asked our teacher what her secret was to make us collect a truly astonishing amount of coins compared to the other classes, and how he reacted when she replied that she motivated us with busts of the President. One teacher gave a Carambar for a full box of coins, another believed that helping sick children should be incentive enough, but our teacher, an expert in child psychology, was alone in her conviction that the best way to go about this was to hand out human wax effigies for her students to burn.
crows aren't "death omens" or "evil" you fool they're just funky little dudes
They are still scary when there are thousands staring down at you, a massacre of crows, waiting.
so you saw a group of potential new friends waiting politely and patiently for you to join and hang out with them and you just ran away instead of realizing how blessed you were? sucks to be you i guess. fortunately i'd never make such a mistake.
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Time to feed my +18 pals
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careful bro you’re making this sparring scene kinda homoerotic
bro watch out you kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue
Blake: Just do what I do when I'm depressed. Eat a lot of icecream. Fixes everything.
Yang: But you're always eating icecream.
Blake: Yes!
women dating men with bubble butts and not running that ass in the ground is homophobic and violent
have yall seen how straight men handle personal hygiene? wishing that experience on a woman is misogyny
this post just kills you twice huh
can you imagine plants on land in the precambrian like aw fuck yeah fish cant even eat us anymore this owns and then tictilak shows up
...so. wall-e!wr
Lena through the seasons
S2 Lena: I’m gay im going to act gay af & flirt with Kara then use Jack to make her jealous & if Kara smiles I’ll go save the world for her
S3 Lena: ugh so Kara hasn’t picked up on the gay yet so I guess I’ll date James because he’s the closest I can get to dating Kara & I’m going to buy Kara a multi million dollar business
S4 Lena: ok fuck dating James this ain’t working I’m going to go on a investigation vacation with Kara then kill my brother to protect her
S5 Lena: so Kara broke my heart I’m gonna go be extremely gay & angsty because Kara inadvertently brought out all of the past trauma I’ve had with betrayal & because Lex made me think she never really loved me