Documenting when and why I well-up so I can work out if it means anything.
THIS IS NOT NOSTALGIC
MOSS KIRK-WALKER
Grey Gardens, starring Drew Barrymore.
When Jessica Lang, as her mother, says to Drew:
“You’re an acquired taste…”
Me and The Cabbie, Sunday AM
Do you & yr wife have children?
No, too selfish.
I don’t think you are selfish.
Ha. I try not to be.
I don’t think you are selfish. If you are selfish, you don’t get married.
TONIGHT: 3 pax on TABLE 44
As they were paying their bill, they stood to leave and one of the two men said to his lady friend,
“Now, I’m going to walk you home.”
She protested momentarily, which was probably a force of habit so he said,
“NO. I’m going to walk you home.”
That poor poor woman and the unspeakable possibilities that were her end.
Piet Mondrian
To go from such saggy landscapes to such a pure and never-before-seen language…
Yekaterina Samutsevich’s closing statement in the criminal case against the feminist punk group Pussy Riot:
During the closing statement, the defendant is expected to repent or express regret for her deeds, or to enumerate attenuating circumstances. In my case, as in the case of my…
(Source: olenskae)
WHY WE FIGHT* (& potentially why Anna Piaggi wore so much makeup)
We fight, because you don’t want to give away the sense of wonder and joy that this world can make you feel. You fight, on a daily basis, because there are so many things unknown to you that will tingle your face, and delight and confuse with their pointless and profound beauty or sadness or injustice, and you need to believe there’s another tingle ahead. It’s not religion or God, but I fucking love this world.
*Not a PITCHFORK column,
DNCNG/BWLNG in 1969, at The Sink*
I was home the other day and I’d just converted from youtube to mp3 ‘Sweet 69’, from Nemesisters, by Babes in Toyland. When I was 16 I fell in love with this song but lost it a little when I saw them perform live at Livid because they were so … ugly and I was too young to love it like I would now**. And so I was drinking my soda water, and I was dancing at the sink and I started singing along and I could fell my face twist before I realised I was bawling. For six seconds. And then dancing. And then I’d think about my week, and the fighting and the near divorce and the accusations and the hurt and BAWLING and then the cowbell sounded - TNG TNG TNG, and the big guitar riff - and DANCING. And then I’d think of my life minus wife and BAWLING. And then I’d sing along and DANCING.
I know I’m emotional at the moment because I am trying to stop my drug addiction from ruining my marriage but it can be a fucking roller coaster, let me tell you.
DNCNG/BWLNG/DNCNG/BWLNG
*Not a cool nightclub
**Really fucking powerful, and progressive/brave
