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@honeysluiced
nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me
again and again and again and again
[comparing myself to someone who does nothing but watch movies] aww man i don't watch nearly as many movies as this person [comparing myself to someone who does nothing but read books] aww man i don't read nearly as many books as this person [comparing myself to someone who does nothing but draw] aww man i don't draw nearly as much as this person
Blue Velvet (1986) dir. David Lynch
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
“Interpretation is a radical strategy for conserving an old text, which is thought too precious to repudiate, by revamping it. The interpreter, without actually erasing or rewriting the text, is altering it. But he can’t admit to doing this. He claims to be only making it intelligible, by disclosing its true meaning.”
— Susan Sontag, “Against Interpretation”
On Seatbelts and Sunsets Hanif Abdurraqib
Room of a young girl, Egypt, 1970
Big fan of whatever this genre of conversation is
Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West
An Interview with Richard Siken