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Jenny Holzer Someone Wants To Cut A Hole In You And Fuck You Through It, Buddy, 2012
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Sarah Bahbah Untitled, 2019
‘Sarah Bahbah, the Palestinian, Australian-raised artist crystallises the universal but rarely captured experience of oversaturated, intense feelings and imperfect relationships. Her protagonists give voice to the vast spectrum of emotion, spanning the desire for inner peace, true love, fear of commitment, playful ambivalence towards life and the paradox of wanting intimacy but craving isolation.’
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Dash Snow Fuck the Police, 2005
‘Dash Snow’s Fuck the Police presents a prized collection of newspaper headlines emblazoned with instances cop corruption. Each salacious story is splattered with cum and framed and mounted as a trophy.’
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Hito Steyerl How Not To Be Seen_ A Fucking Didactic Educational .MOV File, 2013
‘A touchstone of contemporary moving-image practice, Hito Steyerl’s 2013 work How Not to Be Seen: A Fucking Didactic Educational .MOV File remains as prescient as ever. Through wit and didactic parody, Steyerl probes the mechanics of visibility and disappearance at a moment when digital images increasingly shape how we are seen.’
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Philippe Shangti Enjoy Your Fucking Dinner (2019)
‘Philippe Shangti began his young artist career in Saint Tropez under the brasserie sky, glamour, and excitement of the French Riviera. With this energy, he spread his bold, edgy, and alive artwork. He started by dealing with themes of luxury and excess, relating the highs and the lows of the life of lavish life.’
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Elizabeth Jaeger Maybe We Die So The Love Doesn’t Have To, 2015
Hydrocal, latex paint and hair
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Tony Matelli Fuck’d, 2004
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Kathe Burkhart Various, 1983 – 2007
‘Elizabeth Taylor’s multiple personae–actress, vixen, Hollywood royalty, serial wife and divorcée, party girl, charitable humanitarian, entrepreneur, rebel, dominant woman–acts as a media-based mirror of contemporary female identity. For Kathe Burkhart, Taylor becomes a doppelganger in her paintings, in which tabloid, paparazzi shots and publicity stills from Taylor’s films are emblazoned with profanities that reclaim female sexuality and power. “I locate my position as oppositional on several levels: as a critique of representation, particularly that of women and also as a rupturing of idiomatic packaging/presentation devices,” notes the artist.’
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Miss Fuck Oups raté, 2020
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Mladen Stilinović Fuck the Wall, 1975
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Betty Tompkins Fuck Paintings, 2002 – 2006
‘Tompkins’ paintings are often described as “photorealist”. Yet she says: “My work compared to an actual photorealist is lame. They’re interested in getting everything. I’m interested in getting just enough.” She made the first of her Fuck Paintings straight out of grad school in 1969, a time when almost every female artist was ignored, whatever she was making. As for a young woman making enormous paintings of penises: “Nobody wanted to have anything to do with them or me.”’
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Awol Erizku Oh what a feeling, aw, fuck it, I want a Trillion, 2014
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Brazzers Hot sex with the girls at the exhibition of contemporary art, 2015
‘Modern Museum of Fine Ass Only the finest booties have a shot at getting into the Modern Museum of Fine Ass, the world’s biggest collection of perfect juicy butts. When Danny heard they had a gallery where any bum-loving ticket holder could poke, spank, and tickle huge, roundest white asses around. Danny got to his knees spanking, sniffing, and fondling every butt in front of him. When Julie Cash couldn’t wait another second to get some cock, she turned her face around and offered her mouth for a deep throat blowjob. Knowing there was a big hammer like Danny’s in the room, Richelle Ryan got jealous, and invited him to pound her body-painted posterior.’
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Miriam Cahn fuck abstraction!, 2007-2022
‘A controversial painting by the artist Miriam Cahn was vandalized yesterday, May 7, at Paris’s Palais de Tokyo. Around 3:30 pm, a museum visitor removed a can of purple spray paint hidden in a medicine bottle and defaced the Swiss artist’s canvas. In a statement to Agence France-Presse, the Palais de Tokyo described the vandal as an “elderly man” who acted independently. He was apprehended by security agents and removed from the premises by police. The painting depicts a faceless man receiving fellatio from a smaller, kneeling figure whose hands are tied behind their back. Right-wing critics have claimed the scene depicts the sexual abuse of a child, but Cahn has maintained that it was created in response to reports of murder and rape committed by Russian soldiers upon their invasion of the Ukrainian city of Bucha last year.’
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Shauna Born All The Boys I’d Like To Fuck, 2012
‘Freezing in time the fleeting beauty of life, and in particular the brevity and transience of youth, has long been a concern of visual art. It’s a natural fit, understandable, bordering on the obvious, that a medium like painting be used in such a way. The ability of painting and drawing to freeze a moment in time gives it the enviable power of making immortal (and timeless) the imagery it conveys. That which is portrayed in a picture stays immutable and constant while the rest of us poor souls submit to the humbling humilities brought about by the merciless elements of time, aging and gravity. The work of Shauna Born, who up to now has focused principally on youthful portraiture, is no exception to this described desire to make the world stop spinning. Her painted portraits of pretty young things ooze with a lightness of being. Ethereal and decadent, they often appear to be contemplating nothing more than their own fleeting existence, which in turn reminds the viewer of theirs. A momento mori minus the skulls-and-spook-show imagery.’
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Aldo Chaparro Too Drunk to Fuck, 2009
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Mom and Jerry Be free fuck it all!, 2011
‘Throughout an illustrious career, starting as street artists and working their way up to the top of the international contemporary art scene, Mom & Jerry are today considered cultural and civic icons. The multi-faceted Mom, and her dirty son Jerry have a passion for art, music, parties, glitter and fashion. In addition to being artists, they consider themselves rebels, outlaws, DJs, living sculptures, talk show hosts, TV personalities, movie stars, and most recently, progressive Broadway dancers.’
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Özgür Kar It is all in his head, 2020
Two 4K videos with sound, 20 mins loop. Two 75” TVs, TV stands, Media players, Cord-reel.
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Hudinilson Jr. Cadernos de Referênci, 1979 – 2010
‘The artist Hudinilson Jr. truly transformed himself and his life into an ongoing record of his relationship with images. When he died in 2013, he left an apartment that could be mistaken for an archive, overrun as it was with artworks, magazine and newspaper clippings, notes and notebooks. He’d spent decades hoarding and editing thousands of fragments, many of which ended up glued to the more than one hundred and thirty Cadernos de Referência (Reference Notebooks), his name for the notebooks and address books of various shapes and sizes in which he worked daily. His process was singular—and nonlinear. Images clipped in the 1970s might be fished out and juxtaposed or overlapped with others selected in 2010; a page that had seemingly been finished for years could be reopened and filled some more at any given time. The limit was the utter saturation of every single page.
‘In the collages, sexually explicit images frequently coexist with news about the art world; posed portraits of local TV stars rub elbows with reproductions of religious artworks or shocking scenes of accidents and deaths. Each assemblage was guided by the power of attraction and contrast between the manipulated images. Leafing through these notebooks it is clear that, to this artist, images had a haptic nature that surpassed their referential significance or visual appearance. Images can be caressed, shaped, compressed or loosened; they have weight, taste, and consistency. One can play a synesthetic game with them, or a sensual one. This principle is inherent to Hudinilson Jr.’s practice, and that is why he was able to glimpse the act of anal penetration in a sequence of photocopies of a banana being peeled.’
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Harland Miller I’m So Fucking Hard–Ernest Hemingway, 2002
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Tracey Emin & Louise Bourgeois And so I kissed you, 2009 – 2010
‘The ‘Do Not Abandon Me’ series originated with Bourgeois, who began the works by painting male and female torsos in profile on paper, mixing red, blue and black gouache pigments with water to create delicate and fluid silhouettes. Bourgeois then passed the images on to Emin. This suite of prints was one of the last projects Louise Bourgeois completed before her death.’
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Liu Ding A man fucking a chicken, 2007
Marble, taxidermy
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Jeremy Deller Fuck You 2020, 2020
Digital print, signed in pencil verso
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David Wojnarowicz Fuck You Faggot Fucker (1984)
collage, acrylic and four black-and-white photographs on Masonite
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Bjarne Melgaard Fuck your fear (2019)
‘Bjarne Melgaard is a contemporary Norwegian artist working in sculptural assemblage. In installations that include paintings, videos, and mixed-media works, the artist explores themes of substance addiction, sexuality, and self-destruction.’
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Isa Genzken & TF Fuck Them All (Pit Dream) cracked phone moment (2018)
‘Pit Dream’s cosy video phone insights places you at the arena with cotton in your ears inside the bubble of strength and brotherly reflection holding hands and singing “fuck them all”.’
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Nikola Tamindzic Stoya fucking New York, 2016
‘Fucking New York. Is it a statement about the awesomeness of the city? Is it a whine about the city’s unapologetic cruelty? Is it literally fucking the NYC? How do you interpret this title?’
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Mieko Meguro Dan, Fuck kale, 2019
‘Mieko Meguro displays a variety of portraits of the public figure with whom she shares her life, the artist Dan Graham. The contrasts and contradictions of life together appear quickly from the harmless lightness of the images — an accumulation of everyday scenes shakes this narrative, then moves it to cushions, embroidered with the image of Dan Graham wearing a “Fuck Kale” T-shirt.’
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Bruce Nauman Seven Figures, 1985
‘For the neons, Bruce Nauman made sketches in pencil, charcoal and watercolour. For the figures, he used the outlines of the bodies of himself and his wife. The double outlines in different colours indicate where neon is to be used, and the layered figures indicate how they will appear when the neon flashes on and off. The primary colours red, yellow and blue are used for the male figures, while the female figures are represented in softer shades like pink, green and orange. The timing of the sequences is very important and is fixed and repeated in a continual loop, each figure having its own individual programme.’
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p.s. Hey. ** _Black_Acrylic, Ricard was charismatic, for sure, charming and quite evil when he felt like it, which was most of the time (long story). ** Steeqhen, I’m so sorry to hear that about your dog. That’s so rough. I’m sorry. My rationale about that ‘God Jr.’ section is probably pretty technical, you know how I think. Thanks a lot for supporting my stuff with your friends. No, I haven’t heard the new Charli album. I’ll make a point to spin it. It’s not my normal inclination, but I am curious. That pop star realm you talk about is something I don’t know enough about to differentiate between them. I mostly just pay attention to what their angles are. The heat is pretty taxing, but I seem to be able to think and type thus far. Luck with your wave if you have one. I think you do? ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. There is apparently a documentary film about Rene in the works. The director contacted me a while back to ask if he could interview me for it since I knew Rene in the early 80s and Little Caesar was the initial distributor of his first poetry book. But I haven’t heard from him in a while, so I don’t know. Would be something though. Boy, he was colourful. ** Carsten, Hi. Honestly I’m not very knowledgeable about or interested in Burning Man, or not enough to have a heated back and forth about it. It’s more up your alley than mine. If the people who go to it enjoy themselves and get something out of it, that’s all that matters, and more power to them. I will say that constructing an ideal temporary city is what the Rainbow Gathering has already been doing since the 60s. The main difference is that it’s run by true believers, not corporate types, and it’s free, and they discourage electronics and phones so that people have to interact more personally and in the moment. I did out of curiosity check the demographics of the last BM. It was 68% white, 68.5% heterosexual. The average annual income of attendees was $80-99,999 with 22% having an annual income of more than $300,000. So it’s a mostly white, straight, well-off bunch. But, really, I don’t care that much, and I should watch that doc and get more of an insider overview before/if I say anything else about it. I was once in a solar eclipse in Amsterdam in the 80s, and everything went dark almost as night in the mid-afternoon, and the one here yesterday didn’t effect the daylight at all, so I was kind of disappointed. ** Adem Berbic, Danielle Steele? Actually I’ve never read her, so I have no idea what that means. Easy, compulsively readable with plot for days and a steamy tone? That’s a guess. I think we’re heading toward Croatia level heat today and tomorrow, so don’t move here until the weekend at least. ** James Bennett, Hey. Cool. The heat yesterday made me feel under the weather, so I just looked out my window waiting for the world to look shadowed, but it never did. So my only impression was ‘That’s it?’ Sounds like you got the best of it. ** Diesel Clementine, Hi. Ricard will take you into some interesting places. No, like I just said, I was feeling kind of bleh, so I just looked out the window and saw basically nothing. Oh well. I hope ‘MLT’ has more of an effect. And, you know, thank you. ** HaRpEr //, Me neither. Ricard’s poems are very good. Especially the earlier ones. Especially in his book ‘Rene Ricard 1979-1980’ if you can find it. Ideally you won’t have to self-publish your book, but at least there’s basically no stigma at all around self-published books anymore. Some of the most interesting books I read come that way. I self-published my first two books, and they lead to better situations. ** laura w, Hey. ‘Write from the scar not the wound’: what a ridiculous rule of thumb that is. Maybe the writing itself can be the scar? The eclipse was a non-entity, but that was my fault. Halloween can’t get here a fraction of a second too soon. ** Okay. Today’s thematic post surely needs no further introduction. See you tomorrow.
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Hey Dennis. That Hudinilson Jr. archive is so cool, I always really like the combination of mass-market porn with high art. I think eliminating any kind of hierarchy of beauty or “worthiness” is the key to living happily, or at least only allowing a hierarchy of personal taste. Although it is always funny to see people dancing around the fact that some Renaissance paintings are meant to be sexy, at least to a sort of scary audience. The Betty Tompkins artworks are great too.
Hope you’ve been well. Finished Arturo’s Island, which was amazing, but really disturbing, I often had to put it down before bedtime to avoid nightmares. In hospital for a week or so, so I’ve been reading obsessively, haha. A lot of JD Salinger, which has been fun. I’m so lucky too, the hospital has a really nice-ish piano, but I’ve sadly had a foot operation, so I’m limited either to very anaemic Beethoven and Chopin, or Bach, who I don’t really like. I was enjoying Moonlight Sonata, but playing that without the pedal looks like one of those behind-the-scenes clips from a very CGI heavy film, inasmuch as you get the vague idea of what’s happening, but that’s it. Hope you’re well. Adios!
Well well, I did not expect straight porn to ever sneak its way into a post here but you surprised me once again, haha.
Yeah let’s drop the Burning Man discussion. We’ve each made our point & are now just getting into the weeds about an event neither one of us wants to attend.
I found yesterday’s eclipse underwhelming too. We had a total one in Germany in the late 90s that I remember vividly. Day turned into night & everything went dead quiet. I can still picture exactly where I was. Truly memorable. Yesterday the light dimmed to an eerie hue, but nothing spectacular. I also didn’t manage to get the special glasses, so I just briefly glanced in the sun’s general direction but kept my eyes away from the action for the most part. But yeah, what a difference those 5% make. Like I said, next year southern Spain is getting a total eclipse, so I’m curious to see how that’ll compare to the one from the 90s.
Just curious: how empty is Paris right now? I know you said that many of your friends left, but does the tourist influx even out the lack of locals or what’s the vibe in August? Our coastal region is overrun with tourists, especially the beaches of course. I must be turning into a local because I’m getting tired of it, haha. Just the drag of every place being crowded.
Did you see the skater eclipse video? Gotta say that is impressive: https://youtube.com/shorts/JKAcDzrKqvo?is=B3fxidAbKSzcspLs
I have been having to try very hard to stop myself from guffawing at the Brazzers one in the office. Could your œuvre not also be described as a gallery for bum-loving ticket holders? As monosyllabic English swear words go, I always thought “cock” had a special power, but then I’d say that, wouldn’t I?
You’re on the money, and it’s not my desired currency. Way too, hmm, twee and wistful (that sentence, not Steel). But I’ll continue to append and amend. There’s this whole thing about articulation and legibility I’m trying to do which is making everything feel not-necessarily-unwantedly high stakes. Maybe it’ll work, maybe it won’t.
I think it has shades of what you’d described of the run-up to starting the Cycle, where crystal was giving you all this sexual energy but stopping you from putting it out. Here it’s like that low mood is making me obsess about XYZ, but the fact is just that I don’t have much of an appetite for most kinds of physical pain, and so I’m trying to write this out of the surplus and out of that gap. Maybe we’ve been missing writers dressing up their mental breakdowns as high-concept Mallarmean encounters with le Néant. Who’s the last person who did that, Nick Land? Jeez.
There’s a production of Cleansed in London which T gave two thumbs up to, so I’ve parked my reservations and booked on. We were talking about his PhD proposal, which is around so-called transgressive literature and fascism. I think that’s a pretty plump topic.
keep meaning to come say hello but these corrections are really doing me in. that’s my “fuck” to contribute to today’s post.
but quick drop in to say: i went to see that production of Cleansed Adem mentioned on monday. which was far far better than i was expecting it to be!! it’s directed by Rebecca Frecknall, who did a very successful production of Cabaret i never saw, but i had low expectations. i still had my problems with it…
[sorry Adem SPOILERS stop reading STOP READING]
biggest of which: alongside the really excellent physical theatre was a lot of terrible Physical Theatre. people reaching their arms out behind them in slow motion, rolling their shoulders backwards etc., if you know what i mean? the script is already dreamlike, so i think any production needs to be as realistic as possible to offset that. but the good stuff was very good. the hand removal was achieved by having the actor ball up his hands into fists then dunking them in a bucket of blood, which sounds a bit meh when written down but was surprisingly effective on stage. another v effective moment — a character’s body is pulled out of the room by invisible torturers, and the actor managed to make that look very real totally on his own. acting in general was great (something i rarely think in any context), esp. the main torturer Tinker, who played him like a brutal piece of shit rather than hamming it up. stage design was also excellent, it did really feel like a university-turned-concentration camp. lots of loud bass-heavy electronic soundscape — could have done with less of that, to be honest. the most effective musical bits were when they played music diegetically over a tannoy system, giving it a sort of Jonestown vibe. see my “as realistic as possible” comment above.
— bottom line: the cowards didn’t have the rats carry away the severed feet as in the script. two out of ten.
a very notable production of it was at the National Theatre ten years ago, directed by Katie Mitchell, which i didn’t get to at the time. there’s a recording of it at the National Theatre Archives and its very tempting to turn up as a “researcher” to watch it. i still go back and forth on how great a writer i think Sarah Kane was — her reputation is so massive in regards to transgressive art in this country, esp. after she killed herself, that it’s almost impossible to get a clear view of her work. e.g. i often find her “romantic” aspects more cloying than bright or revelatory. have you seen any Sarah Kane irl? i remember you featured 4.48 Psychosis here before.
i also caught an exhibition of Wes Anderson props and costumes that same morning, which was a lot of fun. a tonally wild day.
here’s a filmed teaser for the production: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AEm73pcT9c i think you’ll get what i mean by both good and bad physical acting checking this out
see, even now i keep wanting to come back and qualify what i mean by finding her romantic side “cloying”. do i really think that? or maybe that’s important to the effect of her work? idk anymore! i’ll stop now
Steve Poindexter – Work That Mutha Fucker was apparently a big influence on the Daft Punk guys when they heard this in the 90s, and I can really understand why. Something very modernist about the whole aesthetic.
i like the idea of writing as a scar… honestly a lot of great art has the impression of an exorcism to me. even/especially a failed one- the songwriter sufjan stevens attracted controversy a few years ago for saying that carrie and lowell was a failure because he made it believing that by doing so he would finally either understand something about his mother and her death and his relationship to her or if not understand than accept it, but it didn’t do any of that. i don’t know. there’s another novel, i read it last year, journey to the edge of life, that has that same sense, though i found it maybe liberating.
my instagram feed is all depressing french films now. and also gregg araki, which is bizarre considering that i don’t think i liked anything that would indicate i like araki films but i did have a long conversation with a friend on a totally different messaging app over the mysterious skin book vs movie (i think the movie is getting a 4k remaster or smth). it must be difficult to be a paranoid schizophrenic in 2026. do you consider the instagram police at all when you post or no? this post today feels directed at the heat, so i hope it listens to you and fucks off.
Did many people in Paris watch the eclipse yesterday?
I agree with Steeqhen about MUSIC, FASHION, FILM. Charli has a rare ability to write about her experiences of fame without becoming insufferable. The album describes anxieties that are specific to her life, like starting out as an actor, but a lot that really resonate, such as realizing that your accomplishments aren’t gonna prevent eventual aging and death.
Are you planning to travel to California before Halloween to survey haunts? Have you read about any new ones?
Today made me finally completely certain that we have in fact built hell on earth. It feels like it’s been summer about four times this year. A miserable day. I hope you managed to find some respite, anyway.
I love the Kathe Burkhart Liz Taylor series. I’ve been trying to track down her book ‘Dudes’ for a while now. Have you read it?
Yeah, there’s been some interesting self-published writing that Good Press has facilitated via their printing room which they can put straight on their website for distribution. They’re located in Glasgow, and weirdly, so is my nearest Publication Studio who have been the starting venue for a lot of greats who have gone on to take their book to a bigger press. They also make very beautiful books to own as objects. Unfortunately, I think they really want to talk to the author with the enquiry in person, which means I’ll have to go all the way to Scotland, which doesn’t seem doable at the moment. Their old London studio shut down. Anyway, there are options.
Thanks about your thoughts on self-publishing. I pray I don’t get to that point, but if I do it’s important to realize that that stasis isn’t the end of the life for a book, and that another publisher may still want it down the line.
hello friend!
How profoundly perfect and beautiful it was today. How was your day? (Keep in mind, this first sentence is from Sunday)
I had what I think was a deep articulate conversation with my crush, giving them advise that they said was very accurate,
they gave me a hug as I got out their car and then I silently yet gushingly pointed out at the mushrooms (remeber the fruitful patches in my apartment yard I mentioned a week ago?) as I was walking a foot away from their car.
.I …think…they like me?
They are anti-phone, (doesnt send memes, can take time to reply and replies shortly) and mysteriouss…BUT…the other day they giddily sent me a BJORK homogenic CD they got from the record store. Annnnnd then they ask every sunday typically if I want to go to the jazz jam with them. Other things aswell, haha. Gosh im blabbering about them sorry
Thinking of asking them “To go and eat” at this vegan diner I like aka a “date” and then maybe I’ll be vulnurable about my love since ive been working up vulnerability towards other things.
Oh remember when I was talking about confronting a friend? I think it went well, from my superficial view. They said they were greatful I feel comfforrtable opening up to them. it went great for what I desired as the best outcome
Two days ago I did shrooms and had a enlightening realization. Mother earth formed her fingers in the trees, from two leaves, shaped of a heart, in response to my innate feelings toward my friend.
I choose love! Forever and always. I love my friend and that is the approach I took. The thought that sparked, how poetic! during the cessation of a shroom trip, the outside fans stopped, and the cicadean night consumed me with my gradula cohesion in silent embrace of Earth.
I admit there were moments they “forgot” they said something that I certainly remember them saying well. To give them the benefit of the doubt, knowing my end goal is to communicate my feelings of broken boundaries and I really didn’t desire pointing fingers so I just said “Ya know I could be misrembering things too.”Sometimes I wonder if particular people in my life focus more on refining intellect rather than human connection.. Well anyways, in a way maybe it proves my point of their forgetfulnes but I will not dwell after today. Ahhh,,, how cathartic it was telling then!
Maybe im being full of myself, hmm..I admit maybe I have the opposite defect as my friend where instead of forgetting things I intensly fixate on events in my life…does…no one else do that?
(Thursday)
just got back from a film viewing at the film center at UNCW! A newish friend of mine, Allison, was showing the movie. A mont or so ago I saw them do a film screening of their friends movie’s to which they starred in called Bleeder. She introduced them as “the only good morrissey” but that was months ago
https://littlevillagemag.com/queen-of-iowa-horror-carrsan-t-morrissey-bleeders/
here is an article. The person in the picture is my friend Allison.
Saw part one of CASTRATION MOVIE. Have you seen it? If not you should! you’d enjoy it!
Its about trans woman in NY who live in a basemtnet run by some some spiritual sexual cult and the main character, this gender dysphoric MTF with angelic blonde hair runs away from the cult and does this very cool NY chaos release before being taken back and put in a dog cage.
going to watch August Underground and more French Extremist films!Any reccomendations you frenchopheliac?
How great and exciting it is to have friend who is studying film major ANNDD is a freak who likes splatter/snuff and shock film
to inspire my search and expanding knowledge.
I am rushingly sending this comment before spellchecking/checking for conciseness so forgive me for errors.
if u are interested in seeing the trailer for Bleeders just scroll down the article and it should show : D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_nb6OcU9t4&list=TLPQMTQwODIwMjbMXvcSOBw8ZQ&index=2
Also brain bombs in honor of this post
Waiting on the train to London 😴
Feeling vvv muggy and stale over the past few days –potentially BC husband made me sick (but also maybe because I was out every night (but also maybe cause I sat in hot baths with jeans on three evenings in a row (but also maybe because I fucked with my meds a bit lol)) — I am resolute that I will be feeling better by first steps on Parisian soil.
Have been re-reading MLT ! On re-first impressions, it reads almost a satirical pastiche of a certain kind of young adult social realist fiction mostly found in libraries with like — a very ‘cool’ font and a picture of a teen in a hoodie. I did read a lot of these as a young kid and was always very invested in all the books’ hysterical ‘social realism’ (I took to Skins very well (have you seen Skins ? Surely)) but bounced very much off any whiff of didacticism. I feel like MLT is like one of these books from a world where adults stopped thinking there was any point in telling kids what to do.
It definitely feels like your most televisual novel; there’s a distinctly anti-‘literary fiction’ pulpy immediacy to the soap opera of it all –the unresolving dissonance of that and the tonal malaise is probably my primary propelling factor as I’m reading.
Hope this slips in before you write p.s. — I’m gonna try sleep — see you in Paris maybe — bisous !
Slept on the train and awoke feeling embarrassingly fabulous! Just passed a fog draped babbling brook at 120 mph ! Life is beautiful!
i’m really intrigued by how Sarah Bahbah captures those intense, universal emotions in her work. it’s rare to see that level of vulnerability portrayed so openly, and it definitely resonates with so many experiences we go through in life. her art makes me reflect on those imperfect relationships we all deal with. such powerful stuff! REPLY interesting find
the way Bahbah captures those intense feelings really hits home for me. it’s like she’s exposing a truth we all know but don’t often discuss. super relatable yet raw, you know? REPLY interesting find
i find it really fascinating how Sarah Bahbah captures intense emotions in her work, like the way she navigates the complexities of relationships. it’s refreshing to see that depth explored visually, especially in a world that often feels superficial. makes you think about how we all deal with those feelings in our own lives, right? REPLY this resource
the way Sarah Bahbah captures those intense feelings really struck me. it’s not often you see that rawness portrayed so vividly. her work definitely adds a layer of depth to the conversation around imperfect relationships. it’s like she taps into a universal experience that we can all relate to in some way. REPLY check this out