non contemporary

I think that the power of art is the power to wake us up, strike us to our depths, change us. What are we searching for when we read a novel, see a film, listen to a piece of music? We are searching, through a work of art, for something that alters us, that we weren’t aware of before.
—  Jhumpa Lahiri, “The Metamorphosis,” In Other Words.
So-called contemporary art does nothing but repeat Duchamp’s gesture by filling the museums, which are nothing but organs of the market devoted to accelerating the circulation of merchandise which, like money, have attained a state of liquidity and which they want to continue to value as if they were works of art, with non-works and non-performances. This is the contradiction of contemporary art: it abolishes the work of art and then puts a price tag on the result.

Giorgio Agamben, “God didn’t die, he was transformed into money”.

What does a word mean? And a life? In the end, it seems to me, the same thing. Just as a word can have many dimensions, many nuances, great complexity, so, too, can a person, a life. Language is the mirror, the principal metaphor. Because ultimately the meaning of a word, like that of a person, is boundless, ineffable.
—  Jhumpa Lahiri, “The Fragile Shelter,” In Other Words. 

(still life, charcoal + conte)

I recently found out that I’ve had PMDD for the past 4+ years;
basically, every month Mother Nature gave me crippling depression as a premenstrual bonus gift.

I blamed myself— for all the days I spent in bed not eating, not sleeping, not living, saying awful things and hurting people who were just trying to take care of me. At first I thought I was just being stupid; when I realized my depressive episodes coincided with my cycle I thought it was my fault for being too lazy and bad to handle my own PMS. Like it was my fault for being so bad at living in this female body that I never asked to be born into (especially as a genderqueer, trans non-binary individual) 
I still have these persistent, lingering feelings of shame and fear when I even think about sharing and confronting my biology as part of my identity. I guess that’s why it’s all the more important to me that I share this.

If you’re suffering, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help.  I hurt my best friends; I wasted so much time. But now I’ve talked to a doctor, I’m getting help, things are getting better. Things can, and should, get better. Just because you were born female doesn’t mean it’s your duty to suffer. 

Ever since I was a child, I’ve belonged only to my words. I don’t have a country, a specific culture. If I didn’t write, if I didn’t work with words, I wouldn’t feel that I’m present on earth.
—  Jhumpa Lahiri, “The Fragile Shelter,” In Other Words.
Why am I bitter about NBC canceling Timeless?

Let me count the ways:

Forgetting all the “OMG I LOVE THIS SHOW” stuff, which exists, there are other reasons, too. Forget, for a moment, the chemistry that the cast has and the storylines that are unfinished - we’ll get to those.

Financially speaking, why would you cancel a TV show that has a cast, a crew, a set-up, and  a fanbase to start over from scratch, hoping that whatever you pick will do as well? This isn’t the first time that NBC has even done this - any Revolution fans wanna stand up and be counted? Thanks.

The storylines that come from new shows will have to be rebuilt; right now there is a story, a myth-arc that exists, and a compelling reason for fans to tell other (potential) fans why THIS SHOW needs to be watched. Busy and non-contemporary lives mean that people DVR or stream when it’s convenient and those ‘numbers’ aren’t always available for networks to focus on when it comes to revenue - at least at first.

Word of mouth, social media (twitter, facebook, tumblr, etc), and the like all play a pivotal role in helping fans communicate with actors, crew, writers, and each other to talk about plot and converse about what the show has upcoming. Following those trends would help a network/creators know more about their fanbase and what should be available to them in the future.

Generalities aside, Timeless had more for the New Fan than most shows:

  • women in power
  • women of color
  • women of color, in power, that are gay (I LOVE YOU AGENT CHRISTOPHER)
  • Malcolm Barrett as Rufus Carlin, a black man, willing to travel through history while openly acknowledging that there was 'nowhere in history’ that was safe for him
  • Jiya - a woman of color who was smart, educated, and learning to pilot the machine that made the series go. ALSO? A strong love interest for a main character.
  • Lucy - the woman leading the team (and ships Rufus/Jiya like it’s her job)
  • Wyatt - who’s, you know, not ugly

This show explored the past in a way that was more true to life than what we hear in most classrooms, give or take a few things, but was also fun to watch. Also, talked about Katherine Johnson at NASA before Hidden Figures came out! :D The writing on this show was INCREDIBLE.

Basically, NBC did wrong. Way, way wrong. And I knew I was wrong to get invested in a show on NBC again, I knew it. But I’d hoped. And now I know better.

… but I still really love the Carlin/Logan/Preston callback to Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.

Also, Agent Christopher. ♥

anonymous asked:

Hi Pauline ! Can you recommend me books about literary interpretation, intersemiotic translation, and literary appropriation ? I hope you have a wonderful day ! You're lovely.

Yes I CAN! How exciting, this sounds like good, wholesome research. 

Roland Barthes, The Death of the Author
Roland Barthes, The Rustle of Language
Jean Rousset, Towards a Reading of Forms
K. M. Newton, In Defence of Literary Interpretation : Theory and Practice
Peder Skyum-Nielson, Rhetoric and Stylistics Today : an International Anthology
John Haynes, Introducing Stylistics
Joan Boase-Beier, The Stylistics of Translation
David Lodge, The Art of Fiction
Mikhail Bahktin, Problems of Dostoyevsky’s Poetics
Gérard Genette, Narrative Discourse Revisited
Gérard Genette, Palimpsests: Literature in the Second Degree

Susan Bassnett, Still Trapped in the Labyrinth: Further Reflections on Translation and Theatre
Helciclever Barros Da Silva Vitoriano, The Raven Flights: Intersemiotic Translations and Legacy for Media Arts
Pilar Mur Duenas, Intra- and Intertextuality of Literary Translation: The Case of a Non-Contemporary Piece of Work
Laurence Raw, Translation, Adaptation and Transformation
Sirkku Aaltonen, Theatre Translation as Performance
Sirkku Aaltonen, Rewriting narratives in Egyptian theatre : translation, performance, politics
Deborah Cartmell and Imelda Whelehan, Adaptations: From Text to Screen, Screen to Text. 

Christy Desmet and Sujata Iyengar, Adaptation, appropriation, or what you will
Linda Hutcheon, A Theory of Adaptation
Jean I. Marsden, The Appropriation of Shakespeare
David J. Ling, Manners and Customs of Literary Appropriation: Mirrors of Ink from Borges, Burton and Lane
Daniela Caselli, Beckett’s Dantes intertextuality in the fiction and criticism
Mikhail Bahktin, The Dialogic Imagination

Have fun!

veganmort  asked:

D'you know any good non-contemporary (historical/fantasy/sci-fi/dystopia/etc) wlw books that are either YA or New Adult?

Yep! For reference, these come from here:; I just took out the ones that haven’t yet been released or have zero romance between girls


Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Speculative/Paranormal/Magical Realism

For New Adult, check out:

anonymous asked:

What good stand-alone (non-contemporary) novels do you know about?

I’ve broken them down into genre - starred books do have sequels, but can be read as stand-alones.

Contemporary fantasy

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

As I Descended by Robin Talley

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Coraline by Neil Gaiman

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuirre*

Teeth by Hannah Moskowitz

Un Lun Dun by China Mieville

High fantasy

Crimson Bound by Rosamund Hodge

Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge

Graceling by Kristin Cashore*

Hunted by Meagan Spooner

Sabriel by Garth Nix*


Black Dove, White Raven by Elizabeth Wein

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein*

Maggot Moon by Sally Gardner (alternate history)

Pirates by Celia Rees

Revolver by Marcus Sedgwick

Under a Painted Sky by Stacey Lee

Historical fantasy

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

The Ghosts of Heaven by Marcus Sedgwick

The Lie Tree by Frances Hardinge

Midwinterblood by Marcus Sedgwick

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston

Science Fiction

More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera

More Than This by Patrick Ness

On the Edge of Gone by Corrine Duyvis

Railhead by Philip Reeve*

Alien Neighbors

Yup, I saw them land, eh, fifteen years ago. Susan was three and Johnny was still in the oven. Big light show over the old Gordon’s farm. I left Maria with Susan and five or six of us drove out there with our hunting rifles ready to fight the ‘Martians’ and send em packing. Everyone was waiting at the front gate for enough of guns to show up. I was the last one there and I guess I was enough cause Lonnie opens the gate and we all start walking up the long driveway to the farmhouse.

This whole time the lights had been swirling around lighting up the farm and everything for a couple of miles. Suddenly the lights cut off leaving us in the dark. None of us had brought flashlights or lanterns. So we stumble on up to the farmhouse in the dark except the farmhouse isn’t dark. It’s got lights on, regular lights inside like someone’s living there. The porch light’s on too and we can see a new four-door pick-up parked up front.

I don’t know about the rest of those fellows but I started feeling a little foolish standing outside a neighbor’s house with a hunting rifle. I’m about to turn around and head back to my truck when the front door opens and a skinny gray alien with a big bald walks out. It’s wearing pants and a flannel shirt. Rob starts to raise his gun but Josie slaps it down.

After a minute, I can’t take the silence and start rambling, “Hi neighbor, you just move in? We saw the lights and thought the Martian Army had landed. Do you come in peace?” The alien smiles and shows off its pointy teeth. Rob starts raising his gun again and Josie pushes it back down again. Then it started talking.

“Well howdy neighbors. Nice to meet you. So sorry about the lights but it won’t happen again. It’s just me and my mate here now. We’re planning on farming corn.” Lonnie laughs and the alien stops smiling and squints something fierce at him. “Did I say something funny?”

Now back then we didn’t know these aliens squint when they ask a question. To us, it looked like the alien was mad at Lonnie. I step in front of Lonnie and start rambling again, “Not at all. Lonnie didn’t mean anything mean by laughing. Did you Lonnie?”

“Not at all. I just got tickled thinking about this little guy farming corn,” Lonnie says. Everyone gives a little chuckle now that they’re thinking about it too. And that is when my water broke.

Everyone, human and alien, just stares at the wet ground. They all knew what that meant. Well, the alien didn’t but everyone else knew. Then the first contraction hit. Josie took charge and before I knew it I was in the back seat of the alien’s truck being driven to the hospital. The alien kept looking back at me and Josie kept yelling for it to keep its eyes on the road. It had a lot of questions about human reproduction, I really wasn’t in the mood to answer them but Josie has a couple rugrats of her own so she filled in the alien on what I was going through.

At the hospital, we decided it would be better if the alien stayed in the truck. I didn’t see it again until the next day when Rob and Josie snuck it into the room to see baby Johnny. By that time the others had had time to talk to the alien and while a few were still a little wary they were convinced it and its mate just wanted to live in peace and grow corn.

We’re a small community and it wouldn’t be right to shun a fellow farmer so we did our best welcome them. There was a little upset in their third year when the government showed up. Probably because Alien Bob started flying around with a “phased energy array generator” mounted on the back of its truck. Alien Bob was using it to disrupt tornadoes from forming. I bet it was those storm chasers that got pissed off because there were no tornadoes to chase.

Luckily by that point, Alien Bob and Alien Javier had “combined genetic information” and “incubated an offspring” which meant they had an “anchor baby” when immigration showed up. We all chipped in and got them a good lawyer. Their lawyer was able to argue that Alien Baby Daria was a citizen since the Constitution doesn’t exclude extraterrestrial aliens. They had work visas a year later and green cards several years later. We’re not sure if they’ll ever get sworn in as citizens but they’ll be our neighbors for as long as they want to be.

“Alien Neighbors” was also posted on my website, Gillian’s Notebook, home of my writing. Help support my writing by becoming a patron. Reblogs help to spread my writing to new readers.

But earlier this week on a wooded path,
I thought the swans afloat on the reservoir
were the true geniuses,

the ones who had figured out how to fly,
how to be both beautiful and brutal,
and how to mate for life.

—  Billy Collins, Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems

Batman & Robin (1997)

I unabashedly love this movie. It’s got a terrible, pun-laden script, hammy acting, a cast evenly divided between great actors slumming and future has-beens, and some of the strangest day-glow-gothic production design I’ve ever seen. 

It’s one of the first contemporary non-animated films I saw as a kid (on VHS, naturally) and to me it will always represent that vaguely-remembered time in the late 1990′s. It’s a horrible, compulsively-watchable high-camp classic.


Gravity - Courtney Jackson 2014

Wooden blocks, painted in Golden acrylic, mounted on wooden base

As a continuation of the theme of reflection, I used metallic paint to create literal reflection, while using visual symmetry to add a more subtle use of the theme.  I wanted to make the blocks appear like they were floating off the board, so I mounted them on their corners.  I differed the directions of the large and small blocks in order to create movement in the piece, and play with the effects of shadows.

Scholarly Saturday: Richard the Lionheart and 12th-Century Sex Scandals

Yesterday, we learned about Richard the Lionheart and some of the reasons why he’s a misunderstood and underappreciated historical figure who deserves to be represented as he truly was, instead of a growing trend that continues to generally and pointlessly demonize him as a religious fanatic only interested in gruesomely killing people (if you read my post, you’ll realize why both of these are very incorrect). Insofar as Richard is granted any depth at all, people tend to focus on his contested sexuality. This then becomes a way to “prove” that he was gay or straight, which then become reflections of the author’s sociopolitical feelings and their need for Richard to be one or the other, regardless of the actual evidence. John Gillingham, author of one of the best Richard biographies, unfortunately falls into this trap. Writing a sympathetic and informed work on the king at a time when Richard’s reputation had become quite tarnished thanks to irresponsible scholarship, I feel as if it was necessary for Gillingham to rehabilitate Richard further.  This includes “exonerating” him from any “accusations” about his sexuality and setting the record (so to speak) straight.

In recent years it has become fashionable to claim that a whole roster of historical luminaries were actually gay – William Shakespeare, Abraham Lincoln, so on and so forth – and thus, any similar conjectures about Richard can possibly be dismissed as being in the same tabloid-exposé vein. Gillingham himself takes this approach, stoutly maintaining that all such theories are based on scanty, mischaracterized, or out-of-context evidence, and that there is no reason to think that Richard was anything other than properly heterosexual.

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One thing about moving back to the US I’m particularly dreading is having to be around “middle class Americans”. I hate them; it’s been close to a decade being away. The upwardly mobile US citizen with a nice household income, expensive car, and who enjoys showing off their wealth and education is the kind of person who can afford to be optimistic in an uncritical manner. They’re colorblind if white; well, even when not. The likely know it all in any given conversation and often fiercely invested in bullshit centrism that these days involves having a thing-they-don’t-like-most that they won’t stfu about. These are the sine qua non for contemporary Democrat and Republican parties. They are the biggest barrier keeping the working class from taking on capitalists. They are true believers in ethical capitalism, private property, good cops, and the long arm of the law. And they will turn on workers at every opportunity.

If any of my followers

have any suggestions to book blogs that aren’t centralized around ya, that’d be awesome. i don’t mind ya, but it’s not all that i read so i’d like to have more diversity on my blog.

genres such as:
-non fiction
-adult contemporary fiction
-science fiction

and others, please send them my way. it’s next to impossible to find decent book blogs that don’t just read YA and it drives me crazy. i don’t mean to sound like a grump, but i’d love to learn about more books than just the ones that are currently popular to the majority. thank you in advance! :) -Bee