ONLY GOD / KNOWS / I’M GOOD BY TRACEY EMIN 2009
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ONLY GOD / KNOWS / I’M GOOD BY TRACEY EMIN 2009
Reasons to Survive November
November like a train wreck— as if a locomotive made of cold had hurtled out of Canada and crashed into a million trees, flaming the leaves, setting the woods on fire. The sky is a thick, cold gauze— but there's a soup special at the Waffle House downtown, and the Jack Parsons show is up at the museum, full of luminous red barns. —Or maybe I'll visit beautiful Donna, the kickboxing queen from Santa Fe, and roll around in her foldout bed. I know there are some people out there who think I am supposed to end up in a room by myself with a gun and a bottle full of hate, a locked door and my slack mouth open like a disconnected phone. But I hate those people back from the core of my donkey soul and the hatred makes me strong and my survival is their failure, and my happiness would kill them so I shove joy like a knife into my own heart over and over and I force myself toward pleasure, and I love this November life where I run like a train deeper and deeper into the land of my enemies.
-Tony Hoagland
Congratulations to Michaela Coel on winning Outstanding Writing for a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie for I May Destroy You at the 2021 Primetime Emmy Awards
Planet of the Apes by Hera Lindsay Bird published in Hera Lindsay Bird
Bande à part (1964) dir. Jean-Luc Godard
RIP Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Our Eighth-grade Graduation Dance, Photo by Bill Owens, 1975
You wake up in Chicago, pull back the curtain, and you KNOW where you are. You could be nowhere else. You are in a big, brash, muscular, broad shouldered motherfuckin’ city. A metropolis, completely non-neurotic, ever-moving, big hearted but cold blooded machine with millions of moving parts — a beast that will, if disrespected or not taken seriously, roll over you without remorse. It is, also, as I like to point out frequently, one of America’s last great NO BULLSHIT zones. Pomposity, pretentiousness, putting on airs of any kind, douchery and lack of a sense of humor will not get you far in Chicago. It is a trait shared with Glasgow — another city I love with a similar working class ethos and history.Chicago is a town, a city that doesn’t ever have to measure itself against any other city. Other places have to measure themselves against it. It’s big, it’s outgoing, it’s tough, it’s opinionated, and everybody’s got a story.
Anthony Bourdain
An Ear in a Pond, 1968, Eva Hesse
Finally picked up a copy of Lydia Lunch’s Paradoxia to read. Here is the frontice.
Bruce Nauman.
The Kitchen Table Series, 1990 Carrie Mae Weems
Anselm Kiefer
La Jeune Martyre (1855) Paul Delaroche
Anne-Louis Girodet De Roucy-Trioson | The Sleep of Endymion | 1793
Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss, Antonio Canova c. 1757 by Ceeisablomdie
“Fortunately I am not the first person to tell you that you will never die. You simply lose your body. You will be the same except you won’t have to worry about rent or mortgages or fashionable clothes. You will be released from sexual obsessions. You will not have drug addictions. You will not need alcohol. You will not have to worry about cellulite or cigarettes or cancer or AIDS or venereal disease. You will be free.” - Cookie Mueller