May 1, 2009
Verses
By my age--and whether or not the whole village of Fifty-Seventh-Street-and-penthouse-Seventh Avenue is drawn up at the gates waving Queenie on her way--doesn't any girl have to get out and start answering the lyric always going on between the legs? Day and night, what a musak, walking us down the street, waltzing us in a car! Safe to listen to only in bed, when it's loudest. Or dream-boating in a deckchair at ten past five. What's the difference I know who's singing it? Only the little man-doll, man-image, all virgins keep down there.
Sweet man-maidenhead, red robin-bobbin of a dollbaby, after doing all those drawings in anatomy, I'm still stuck with you! Just like any ugly orphan of the storm, I still have to deal with you. And I'm going to have to do it in my own style.
I was born and raised to be a kept woman. Nowadays, women are no longer kept. World War Two put an end to it, long before I arrive. I get the bad news when I'm eight...
--excerpt from the first chapter of Hortense Calisher's Queenie (1971)
13 Years Later
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Verses
Placebo
I, I, I will battle for the Sun, Sun, Sun,
And I, I, I won’t stop until I’m done, done, done,
You, you, you are getting in the way, way, way,
And I, I, I have nothing left to say, say, say…
I, I, I, I, I will brush off all the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt,
And I, I, I, I, I will pretend it didn’t hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt,
You, you, you, you, you are a black and heavy weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight,
And I, I, I, I, I will not participate, pate, pate, pate, pate, pate, pate, pate…
Dream brother, My killer, My lover
Dream brother, My killer, My brother
I, I, I will battle for the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun,
’cause, I, I, I have stared down the barrel of a gun, gun, gun, gun,
No fun, you, you, you, you, you are a cheap and nasty, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake,
And I, I, I, I, I am the bones you couldn’t break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break…
Dream brother, My killer, My lover
Dream brother, My killer, My brother
I, I, I will battle for the Sun.
Apr 30, 2009
A Bounty!
First, the old flag of Dutch Guyana. And it's funny/awful semiotics (see the section titled "Demographics").
Second, this brilliant GOLD DIGGER cover story from The Post...I'm relatively certain it's made up--I mean, "Teresa Tambunting"? But oh the quotable, quotable quotation: "I am a very sick woman. I took the gold." Heaven.
Third, you must read this list of Sanrio characters with ridiculous bios detailing their likes and dislikes. Important revelations include Charmy Kitty's enslavement (she belongs to Hello Kitty!!) and the super weak effort on the part of creators to convince us that Kuromi "is attracted to good-looking guys."
Fourth, the only blog worth reading other than our little outfit (this is not even remotely true, but whatever...it's Thursday?).
Apr 29, 2009
Apr 28, 2009
En Punto
Apr 27, 2009
Show Me The Receipts
Pair of French Louis XVI style ivory and gold painted mirrored doors with oval wreath center (19th Cent.)—Newel.