February 2011
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I wrote something. You'll continue to find me... →
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I wrote something (new) →
From my writing (main) tumblr.
December 2010
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I wrote something. →
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Thoughts:
- I’ve been thinking about deleting this Tumblr and starting to use my other account as central, as I’m tired of being a split personality between esthergreenwood/thehoodwink. I’m also getting commitment issues, if you can have that for a blog, and I feel like we might be breaking up. I surrendered my anonymity a long time ago, so using my real name won’t be a big deal.
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Blonde Redhead - The Dress. from 23 (2004)
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“For all my education, accomplishments and so-called wisdom, I can’t fathom my...”
– Elliot, in Hannah and Her Sisters. dir. Woody Allen, 1986.
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pocket: kinbote, shade, timofey, humbert →
littlepotato:
for lack of anything else to say and as a study tool, here is my vocabulary list for my nabokov final this afternoon. considering the works we have recently covered this list seems lacking in words both ornithological and lepidopterical and strangely concerned with anatomy. whatevs yo.
bodkin:…
I am a mega Nabokov geek, and this is great.
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Regina Spektor - Loveology (Live)
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When you are young, you think about death all the time. It is told to you through the death of things, of objects, your patience, your computer, your phone has died. But you think of nothing more than the death of time, wasting whole days lying in bed next to one another, proving your uniqueness and proving theirs, because there is nothing worse than seeing the same things over and over again. Not...
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I need to find out more about Dublin in Summer.
I need to finish this book, but my eyes hurt.
I need to go to sleep.
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He had arrived home at a sensible time, and let himself rot into the sofa while cars occasionally illuminated the lines in his face. He let himself fold into the silence, slowly turning his head to find movement in the darkness. The night was deep and still, and his eyelids slowly sank into his head, drunk and swollen with an empty pride. He became aware of each and every one of his furry teeth,...
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Wants
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone:
However the sky grows dark with invitation-cards
However we follow the printed directions of sex
However the family is photographed under the flagstaff –
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone.
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites,
The costly aversion of...
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The only thing I learnt during the Tumblr Blackout was how much I rely on Tumblr to distract me. If I find myself doing nothing, and I haven’t been on Tumblr, I feel like a pretty awful human being who wastes time. However, I sailed through the interview and got the job doing something I actually enjoy, so doing nothing for two days after 5 months of doing something horrible is Okay. Just...
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Sunday Assignment
distorte:
The particulars of your first kiss. Idea courtesy of Kitey.
(I’ll do mine later.)
I was a relatively late bloomer with boys; my pubescent years were spent in an all-girls school that treated boys like mythological creatures that the rare few caught sight of, and the heroes were able to touch. Once a year our school organised a disco with the local all-boys school, and like a...
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No matter what, I am romantic enough or sentimental enough to wish to contribute something to life’s fabric, to the world’s beauty…. Simply to live does not justify existence, for life is a mere gesture on the surface of the earth, and death a return to that from which we had never been wholly separated; but oh to leave a trace, no matter how faint, of that brief gesture! For someone, some day,...
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Where the snow has settled on the beach, it looks like we are resting on the edge of a glacier. If I had a better camera I’d show you, the way I would show you other things, but for now your imagination will have to do. Today has been a non-event, but small pleasures like snow, a fireplace, and mulled wine from a friend stops the tide from coming in.
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It's all such a drag...
‘Kerouac’s characters…share a longing to “run away from marriage and responsibility”, to escape from a concept of civiliations gendered as female and therefore thought of as negative. This wish for an escape from the domestic ‘womanly’ sphere intensifies in the 1960s novel, often manifesting in a misogynistic rejection of everything associated with the...
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Intellectuals & Power: A conversation between... →
fuckyeahgillesdeleuze:
This is a transcript of a 1972 conversation between the post-structuralist philosophers Michel Foucault and Gilles Deleuze, which discusses the links between the struggles of women, homosexuals, prisoners etc to class struggle, and also the relationship between theory, practice and power (4,000 words).
This transcript first appeared in English in the book ‘Language,...
November 2010
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I dislike being ill. Very very much.
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Man Carrying Thing - Wallace Stevens
The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. Illustration:
A brune figure in winter evening resists Identity. The thing he carries resists The most necessitous sense. Accept them, then, As secondary (parts not quite perceived
Of the obvious whole, uncertain particles Of the certain solid, the primary free from doubt,
Things floating like the first hundred flakes of snow Out of a...
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“By now it’s clear to everyone that Jean Baudrillard has a bad attitude. He...”
– - Baudrillard’s Bad Attitude by Andrew Ross, from Seduction and Theory.
I can tell my study of Baudrillard is going to get weirder, and weirder, and weirder.
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On a lighter note, here's David Lynchs' absolutely... →
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This kind of rant gets me in trouble with certain...
I really, genuinely struggle with feminists, because often I find that they are insulted by my guidance towards gender theory in discussions, as I think it’s the most progressive way to talk about gender today. Mostly, it acknowledges that there is no need to attack, to ‘get back’ at a gender that oppresses you, when in fact their oppression of you is the result of centuries of...
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“‘I wandered through the various public rooms, glory below, gloom above; for the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.
The subject of my dissertation concerns the representation of the romantic hero in alternate seduction narratives - ie. kidnapping, stalking behaviour and obsession- focusing on the similarities between the 1960’s American anti-hero and European Romantic Tradition...
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“Salinger’s great, obsessive theme was the moral rootlessness of contemporary...”
– Joyce Carol Oates on J.D. Salinger.
marginal gloss: safe european home →
marginalgloss:
Do you think that things will ever become better? I mean, not the your things in your head. I mean things where I am, in the United Kingdom. Do you think that our generation will see a leader who would make the argument for higher taxation leading to improved public services; who would declare…
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Brighton Protests
I live in Brighton, and on a day of national action against education cuts and a hike in fees, I didn’t expect our town centre to be quiet. Not at all. I walked down Western Road, one of the main high streets leading into town to see how the protests had progressed and managed to walk in front of Poundland minutes before 30 young people decided they were going to ram into its entrance,...
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“‘And then she seemed to be disappearing like an apparition. Through the...”
– Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs.
Tumblr Angst
Can anyone tell me how to important all of my posts here to my actual username? There seems to be a hell of a lot of confusion to who I am.
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It's not Inception, and you're not Leonardo...
Last night I dreamt that I was a Romanian woman that had a mechanical foot due to the progression of science and robotics, but when I visited Tokyo I suddenly became some sort of outcast that had to hide because Robots and Humans were heavily segregated (unlike Romania, where the two lived in harmony). Everyone was fitted with a pass in their palm that got them into cities and past border control,...
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I just wrote a really, really long post and accidentally pressed a bookmark page which erased it. Even when I tried to retrieve it, about four sentences come up. This is unbelievably frustrating. This has made my bad mood infinitely greater, so rather than attempt to write it again, in capital letters and by banging my fists on the keyboard, I’ll try tomorrow. If I can even remember my...
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‘The biggest change is not in the form stories take but in the writing process. Digital media changes books by changing the nature of authorship. Stories no longer have to arrive fully actualised. On the simplest level, books can be pushed to e-readers in a Dickensian chapter-by-chapter format - as author Max Barry did with his latest book, Machine Man. Beyond that, authorship becomes a...
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‘America, as a social and political organization, is committed to a cheerful way of life. It could not be otherwise. The sense of tragedy is a luxury of aristocratic societies, where the fate of the individual is not conceived of as having a direct and legitimate political importance, being determined by a fixed and supra-political –that is, non-controversial- moral order or fate. Modern...
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‘Two souls abide, alas, within my breast,
And each one seeks for riddance from the other.
The one clings with a dogged love and lust
With clutching parts unto this present world,
The other surges fiercely from the dust
Unto sublime ancestral fields.’
- Goethe, Faust.
the personal hurricanes of kirsty mitchell.:... →
kirstylouloumitchell:
so yeah, someone took umbrage at my rant about the royal wedding earlier because i was apparently trying too hard to be a member of the ‘cool’ cynical club. which is amazing, because it’s almost as if my cynicism therefore is hollow posturing and doesn’t have any logical reason behind it’s…
Aside from the fact that Kirsty’s a genius, she’s very very...