This looks like a nightmare. Is this like a Turducken except from another layer of hell?
good lord no.
When they come out of the ocean, I for one will be honoured to serve our tasty extraterrestrial overlords,
q: is it possible to serve an overlord while serving it for dinner?
a: anything is possible in the puniverse.
The boy and the girl were mostly gesture, / a clouded outline, the pencil lifting, lowering / to get at the idea of childhood, not the sour milk / and scraped knee of it…
I wish my first response after reading this poem had been something really thoughtful and somewhat couth, but it was: “Oh shit, hell yeah.”
Real recommended reading.
ugh i so can’t wait for everything else she ever does.
the incredible thing is that i want to recommend these songs to both the going-on-thirty/thirty-somethings and the barely-middle-school kids i know who could seriously use the existential solidarity.
i met a kid today who is so charismatic i immediately realized that the reason they are up to their eyeballs in trouble in school is because they should be out, i don’t know, taming dragons or discovering atlantis or dancing their ass off down every road they can get to instead of condemned to middle school rules and realities. they said, no less than five times in under an hour, “i bet you hate me now,” after i’d asked them to change their behavior. i was confused each time because they always said “sorry” and then immediately did the thing i’d asked them to do, and it made me thankful, not angry. this student told me that their bio mom had had them when she was very young and that they couldn’t imagine why, because why would someone want to go ahead and have someone like them?
ten minutes later the bell rang and everyone left and i found myself wishing that i’d said, when i had the chance, “because you’re so full of life.” i would have said it as if i were almost bored, as if it were totally obvious. as if anyone who could possibly imply otherwise was automatically full of shit. one of the most important things i will always remember about pretending everything was manageable and bleeding bravado all over the place was how much pain i have to be in to not even be able to admit to it.
i imagine that this kid will, in not too much time at all, be at least as powerful as Lorde is. i hope it will be that obvious to everyone else.
—Katy Perry, during her interview with Jimmy Kimmel (2012)
Before I stop giving KP more brain cells that I have to spare on this writing day I’d like to say that I believe there is not really such thing as coincidences of violence. I often hear that things are, in one justification or other, “just words,” which is “why” using language that has historically been used to, say, enable genocide is not the same thing as, say, genocide. I guess that’s technically true (and as long as one would rather privilege the individual’s right to say whatever without retribution over a whole group of people’s safety, that’s a pretty powerful piece of rhetoric). But in my experience it’s only a matter of time before dehumanizing language becomes irrevocably connected to the resultant actions. And we all get to assign to that fact the importance that we feel it deserves.
What’s most revealing about performances of racism (this includes all of us who are not totally hermetic, performance not just being for celebrities) isn’t really racism. The real revelation can be of what is, apparently, glaringly unimportant to the performer.