I don’t get why Lapis hasn’t had a song yet. Jennifer Paz is a pretty good singer and she’s been in the show since Season 1 so what gives? All the other Gems, and Greg, get their own songs so she should too.
Being or becoming an animal—or an insect—in Kafka’s works is a highly specific affair and involves a process whereby a creature’s humanity, for lack of a better word, tends to be augmented and accented…What Kafka wished to express through his insect and the rest of his animal menagerie was that modern life and language carried their own bars—and ones not easily pulled down. The ape of “A Report to the Academy,” the beetle of The Metamorphosis, the mice of “Josephine the Singer,” the dog of “The Investigations of a Dog,” and the other enigmatic creatures in Kafka’s works, all express a longing for “a free and natural life.”
Kafka’s Reality and Nabokov’s Fantasy:
On dwarves, saints, beetles, symbolism, and genius, by Leland De La Durantaye
Lowkey considering changing my bio to “if your argument starts with any variation on ‘it’s just fiction, so it doesnt matter’ please just save us both some time and don’t talk to me, because nothing you say after that will be anything I agree with”
I realized in the last fight, when we were fighting against the fire giant general and the fucking wizard that took control of her, the minute it came down to it she turned around, she was like “fuck you!” and just, like, shot him in the head. And I was like, ‘ah, Vex, what are you doing?’ And I thought about it afterwards, I was up all night going 'you didn’t fulfill the thing you’ve been trying to!’ But I guess that’s human nature––half-elf nature, or whatever––you don’t, you don’t–– you try, you know what you want, but it’s a struggle, it’s a process… But she did think about it afterwards and she was definitely upset she didn’t fulfill what she was after.
Laura Bailey, talking about Vex’s struggle to forgive and grow on Talks Machina
It slips into your consciousness like silence between two people. You never really know what it means until it’s staring you in the face; glaring at you between the white veins, in the reflection of the black ink. Perhaps not even then because it’s a bit of a blindspot – you simply cannot see it if you’re looking directly at it, when you go looking for it. It’s a bedbug in your bed of writing, that single moment when your heart stopped beating between your words…
It won’t be till eons later when you realize the words don’t fall into place anymore, like they used to. Subtext no longer manoeuvres in and out of your poetry or prose like a Vietnamese Waltz, with ease and class and rapture. It’s a stumbling drunk in broad daylight – too obvious to be subtext. A clumsy screw up, maybe, but not subtext.
The worst phase, the Stage 4 Cancer of it all, will be the detachment, the disassociation. The words that once flowed from the IV hooked up to your soul will seem abstract and abject, even wholly impersonal and lacking personality. They’re:
A dying wish in the distance, blurred stars for lights; the lingering notes of a flute at the end of symphony, ghosting around as widowed echoes in the concert hall; the majestic rooster-tail behind a motorcycle in a flood, quickly diminishing to mere ripples; the swirling descent of autumn leaves, making an ultimate sacrifice of itself to champion the greater life; the last goodbye by a crestfallen expression, surrendered against a fogged-up window – all the forces of nature amalgamating into one plea to reach out and grasp life with passion.
But you – the weakened niche of spirit – you know one thing and one thing alone: Apathy. All else is sucked into a black hole of existence.
I left her a voice mail going, ‘You’ve got to watch your back. I’m gonna cut you. I’m gonna take you down’. And then she sent me dead orchids and told me to die, so I sent her a case of liquor and told her to toast to white trash.
Quick mini rant on the whole Kim K - naked selfie hate.
Look, I’m not a Kim fan, but at the same time all the criticism
she gets drives me up the wall because so much of it isn’t actually legit criticism,
it’s just misogynistic crap? Like I’m happy to accept legit criticism of her
(anti-blackness?) but literally all I’m seeing is slut shaming. And FYI she
totally isn’t a slut? (imaginary word anyway) People like to say “OMG
she is only famous because of her sex tape” and all I can think is -
do you even realise what you’re saying? Do you think about anything before you
I mean think about this. She made a sextape with somebody
she loved and was in a long term relationship with - and that person betrayed
her and released it to the public. Can you imagine how absolutely mortifying
that is? I would want to die. And don’t come to me and say “you shouldn’t make sex tapes if you don’t want them to be
released” because I know you guys, and some of you are NASTY. And that’s totally fine, what
two consenting adults do behind closed doors is none of my beeswax. But if one
of those consenting adults betrays the other one - they are a total crap bag. It’s not the person who
was betrayed’s fault? And to turn that around, and own the fact that somebody
betrayed your trust and utilise it to build yourself an empire… how many
people could do that? I couldn’t. I’d be lying face down in my bedroom and
would arrange for somebody to do all my errands outside the house and would
never go on the internet again.
Counter argument - you say “she wanted it be released, she wanted the fame.” Okay, say she
did. Plenty of people do that for money - it’s a form of sex work? Do you think
all sex workers - prostitutes, porn actresses, cam workers etc are worthy of
zero respect? Cause let me tell you - they totally deserve respect. What, you
all think you can lap up porn like some guilt free angels and condemn those
that make it? It is a service that 99% of you crave so you better get off your
high horse and acknowledge it as a form of work and realise they are selling a
service not themselves? When you get a massage you are receiving a service from
that person you don’t own their arms for half an hour.
And honestly, every time I see “She’s a mother she
should have some self respect” I want to die. Oh I’m sorry, once you
become a mother do you revoke all rights to sexuality? You are now just a milk
producing sack of pulp who will never feel pleasure or confidence in your body
ever again. It’s not for you; your sole purpose is to please others now. Sorry.
Learn to knit.
I can’t believe I have to look at so much boring photography
from male photographers who photograph women naked for the male gaze because
it’s so edgy and artistic but god forbid women actually control some imagery of
their bodies and embrace themselves. Apparently you can only be remotely attractive
if you deny it and are completely at the mercy of the viewer? No self
confidence for you, that’s the devils work. I mean, there is even a John Berger
quote (art critic) about this: “You
painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her
hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman
whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” Women can control
their own imagery; there is no crime to portraying yourself how you want.
And then, if you say, “this is instagram, not art”, I’m sorry, It is art buddy, it’s
a form of art. Welcome to the modern world. You don’t think Frida Kahlo or Van
Gogh would have taken selfies?! They sat down and painted themselves, that’s so
much more fucking work. I mean people sat down and had portraits painted of
them. This is the modern equivalent. I mean good god open your mind to
progress. It’s a way to present the way you see yourself, through your eyes,
free from the manipulation or projected ideals of another.
Also, finally, she is a person. You know, like we are
people? With emotions and feelings and desires. You’re not stripped of those
because you’re in the public eye. Tearing down other people for, let’s face it,
purely misogynistic reasons says a lot more about you than the other person.
Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don’t like - then cultivate it. That’s the only part of your work that’s individual and worth keeping.