— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Andulka
Jules of Nature

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies
NASA

izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms

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— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
✏️ a wish
He's correct and he should say it.
I’ve been trying to ignore the comments on this post for days, but we’re going on 10k notes, now, and I’ve had a bit too much MCU Stans Being Willfully Ignorant And Purposely Misinterpreting Quotes this morning, so let’s take a crack at this.
First of all, it’s not an attack on genre films, generally. It’s not even an attack on a genre of film, specifically. He didn’t speak about “superhero movies” as a whole, like Ridley Scott or James Cameron have in the recent past (although, let’s face it, the genre is synonymous with Marvel at the moment, anyway). He expressly targeted Marvel films; the MCU in particular. Gee, I wonder why.
He also didn’t say that they were “bad”, he called them theme parks. You read that superficially and assumed that he meant, “Things that are fun” but what he actually meant was, “Things that are built with the soul purpose of funneling people into seats to be optimally profitable.”
It’s very amusing to me that you folks will log on Tumblr to hem and haw about late stage capitalism, but then leap at the chance to defend your favorite Mickey Mouse production from the scary old man who’s been trying his best to make good films for 50yrs. What good, respectable consumers!
Lastly, he refers to cinema as “human beings trying to convey emotional, and psychological experiences to other human beings,” and you guys all either went, 1) “Cinema just means it’s a movie played in a theater, hurr hurr hurr,” 2) “Thor almost cried one time when he planet blow up,” or 3) “That’s pretentious! Everything is art! My cheerios are art!” and again this is missing the point.
When you watch a Marvel film, a writer didn’t decide that he had something interesting to say about Frog Man and pen a script, and then a director didn’t get to take said script and produce a work through their own artistic lens. A boardroom full of people in suits sat around and decided which licensed properties they already owned the rights to would be most profitable, and how it would fit into the conveyor belt of content they’d already pre-designed, and then they controlled every single aspect of that production, down to tone and color grading. And if you don’t believe that, ask Edgar Wright.
Martin Scorsese gave you guys an incredibly milquetoast, obvious criticism of movies you slurp down, and it made you all fume, but what you should be mad about is that you’re forced to consume fast food art when you could, just as easily, be getting filet mignon with the same genre and character roster.
Everyone likes to bring up Black Panther, but can you imagine a world where the incredibly talented Ryan Coogler hadn’t been handcuffed by a corporation. Can you imagine the movie that could have been?
You know, the cherry blossoms bloomed again this year, despite all the damage to my liver. And autumn is coming, even though I’ve said things I do not mean.
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, “Water I Won’t Touch,” from Water I Won’t Touch (via bostonpoetryslam)
2012 was such an insane cultural moment
no but for real . Gangnam style call me maybe riptide we are young . lana releases her first album and changed pop forever . Frank ocean releases his first album . 1D premieres . grimes releases genesis . and the movies. don’t even get me started. the first avengers movie the last twilight movie hunger games the hobbit les mis. like them or hate them they were cultural phenomenons. minecraft was at its peak before it was deemed cringe and before the minecraft renaissance. 2012 was one of the last good years of youtube too . and everyone was rlly into moustaches for whatever reason
Party Rock Anthem, Payphone, Glad You Came, Don’t You Worry Child, and Limbo all dropped in 2012 and we’re talking about Grimes??
And that’s not even talking about the charts… Somebody That I Used to Know, Call Me Maybe, Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You), We Found Love, Starships, and that’s just in the top ten
On top of all of this there was that whole thing about the world ending in 2012…the frantic energy of it all
I try a new way of imagining people as dogs as dogs it makes sense why anyone would be drawn to do anything just as dogs rub themselves in patches of grass or suddenly lick a face as dogs you can surely forgive your mother because she makes a funny dog with frilly fur and worried eyes and as a dog, is it so bad you spend so much time recalling a certain smell or staring too long and too intently at a torn leaf in a hot tub
Rachel B. Glaser, “As dogs,” via the Academy of American Poets (via bostonpoetryslam)
June Jordan, from The Essential June Jordan
Sometimes it’s difficult to reach for joy in our writing. Give yourself permission to imagine a circumstance—the more fanciful the better—that would bring joy to you and to your community. Describe this imaginary circumstance as if it’s entirely real.
A writing prompt from Mass Poetry, inspired by Carolyn Oliver’s “I overhear a boy humming ‘Jolene’ while he practices long division” (via bostonpoetryslam)
I feel very much at home in poetry. Poetry, including prose poetry, feels like how my brain works. Straight-up prose feels like trying to walk around in someone else’s brain. Or like spending a week at someone else’s apartment. I’m intrigued and I learn a lot, but by the end of the week I’m eager, I’m more than ready to return to my apartment.
Chen Chen, interviewed by Karen Zheng for Lantern Review (via bostonpoetryslam)
After the fire went out, we kept burning. I confused the embers in your hair for stardust, but who was I, then, to know the log was lit from the inside, flush with its own grief?
Tiana Nobile, “A Burning,” published in Southern Cultures (via bostonpoetryslam)
How can I help but love the whole stupid planet? In which I make mistakes. In which growing occurs almost daily, for those who don’t expire.
Heather Christle, “Variations on an Animal Kingdom,” from The Difficult Farm (via bostonpoetryslam)
Nas has been spitting nothing but facts this week
These tags are important!
I am saying once again, censoring these racist homophobic trolls' Twitter handles is doing them a courtesy they don't deserve. They wanna be loud af with their hate, let their bosses and family members hear it too.
two ghosts are making love in the gender neutral bathroom of a gay bar atop a throne lined with toilet paper and grime. a cacophony of limbs so beautiful, the concrete walls shudder with envy. you’ve learned all the names for this: a spectacle, a revolution, a disgrace, but you never learned to be- hold what you see before you. two ghosts heaving their aliveness against the fractured light, gasping all the good air into their profane lungs, sweat stippling brown throats. breathtaking as a forest fire. queer as an unmarked grave.
Ally Ang, “More Americans Believe They’ve Seen a Ghost Than a Trans Person,” published in Five South (via bostonpoetryslam)
The first known poet in history, Enheduanna, was an Iraqi woman. She wrote about Inanna on tablets in the cuneiform language. The interesting thing about her is that she had a position or title. It was “The keeper of the flame.
(Dunya Mikhail, Interviewed)
I wonder what you taste like?
Battery acid go away
What gender should I be in this sound? I want you to ask you who are still here, when I hear some trap music some shit I never heard? and in the corner two women dancing on each other almost identically dressed, whining one’s ass up on the other. I don’t want to be either of them, I want to be what’s between them. Impossible desire in ecstatic physicality. Heat made tangible. Yes opening to yes. When my woman puts her ass on me, my feelings are hurt. I’m wrecked. I’m her tool. I’m a tower of light. An ancient loss of control. Impossible desire. What sound is that?
— Taylor Johnson, from Inheritance (via lifeinpoetry)
If the body is said to be either or , then I am telling on myself.
If the body is said to be either or , then there is a liminality unaccounted for.
If there is an unaccounted liminality, then there is a dispossession.
If there is a body dispossessed, then there is a hole in the language.
If there is a hole in the language, then I am slipping through, stealing away.
— Taylor Johnson, from “Conjecture on the Nature of Inconvenience,” Inheritance