Brilliant Review of 'Margaret'
Margaret was a fim more amazing than I can even coherently articulate.
But this reviewer can. Don’t be dissuaded by the HULK persona; this guy is a brilliantly insightful critic.
Self-explanatory. <3
Taken from www.postsecret.com/.
Communion
by Jeanann Verlee
I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is a crime scene. My body is lint and gasoline and matchstick. My body is a brush fire. It’s ticking, Dad, a slow alarm. I have rain boots. Lots of them. It isn’t raining anymore. The words are coming back, Dad. The way they fit and jump in the mouth. I want ice cream and long letters. I want to read long love letters but I don’t think he loves me. I think I’m used up. I think I’m the grit under his nails, the girl who looks good in pictures. I don’t think he loves me. I think they broke me, Dad. I think I drink too much and it’s because they broke me. I heard about two girls recently, two women crushed like cherries in a boy’s jaw. It opened me, Dad. My body is melted wax, it is ripe and stink and bent. It is a mistake. I walk like an apology. I don’t hate men, Dad, I don’t. I want a washing machine. I want someone else to do the dishes, someone to walk the dog. I have a hornet in my head, Dad. A hornet. She’s an angry bitch — she hurls herself against my skull. She stings. And stings. I know I don’t make sense, Dad. This is the problem. I’m a sick girl, a crazy wishbone. I have razors under my tongue. I’m sorry I cut you, Dad, I’m so—so sorry. I gave you a card for Father’s Day once, it said you were my hero. You are. Your laugh is a thunderclap, you love like surgery. I think they broke me, Dad. I can’t erase their faces. I want to swim, Dad. Remember when I used to hopscotch? I used to make you laugh. My feet are hot. The bottoms of my feet are scorched sand, August asphalt. My body is a slug, a mob of sticky wet rot. No one touches me anymore because I’m rot. Because my body is a spill no one wants to clean up. They cracked me open, Dad, I know you don’t want to hear about it. You don’t want to hear how they scissored me, how they gnawed me like raw meat. No one wants to hear how they made me drink lemon juice, how they kicked the dog, how they upturned the furniture, no one wants to hear how my skin turned to a dark thick of purple and black and lead. I watch the homeless a lot, Dad. I watched a man with a cup of coins and chips of skin carved out of his face. He had freckles. He needs medicine, Dad. He needs to stop the hornet. My body is a hive. I am red ants and jellyfish. A yellow sickness. My body is a used condom in an alley in Jersey City. I don’t think he loves me, Dad. My body is a fetus in biohazard tank. A Polaroid pinned to a corkboard in Brooklyn. I think I’m hurt, Dad. I think I was the tough girl for too long. My body is a wafer, a thin, soft melt on a choir boy’s tongue.
A short-film titled “Spider”
By Blue-Tongue Films
Written by Nash Edgerton & David Michôd. Directed by Nash Edgerton
Lu Cong
Michelle Irene, oil on panel, 24 x 24 inches, 2008
Kelsie #1, oil on panel, 16 x 20 inches, 2008
"Silence is a text easy to misread."
A.A. Attanasio
George Watsky, “S for Lisp”
Spoken word poetry
somefield.com
"… imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself in - an interesting hole I find myself in - fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!’ This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it’s still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. "
Douglas Adams
A beautiful teaser trailer for Wuthering Heights.
![Paco Pomet, Okupas [translated: Squats], 2010
oil on canvas, 60 x 80 cm](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltclmoeB3G1qhzfpgo1_1280.jpg)
Paco Pomet, Okupas [translated: Squats], 2010
oil on canvas, 60 x 80 cm
"Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live."
Oscar Wilde
“Live Action on Abortion” -ZOMGitsCriss
A commentary on a video encouraging the defunding of Planned Parenthood, originally created by pro-life Live Action group.
Watching Live Action’s video (the video she is commenting on) made me physically ill. I have never felt such deep disgust and anger. Thank you ZOMGitsCriss for calling out this blatant stupidity and bullshit.
A work of Salvador Dali, renown Spanish surrealist painter
Les Eléphants, 1948
