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oiranI was struck today by two recent posts that referenced Derrida's death, one stupid and another sublime. That's all I intend to say about it.
play: All I want is to play, swoops and bursts and skulls cracking, both literally and figuratively. Word like a feather, word like a bludgeon. For everyone who loves to play, Ella Fitzgerald has been singing I've Got a Crush On You all day in my head. (I don't have a download for you this time.)
it looks that way: Despite the fact that I'm an unreliable and tormented monster, there seems to be some misconception that I'm worth being envious of, or that I have something that more rightfully belongs to someone else (maybe you). I'm really not trying to be cryptic, but I'm talking about RL issues so there's no one you know to allude to here, no insinuations to wind around our collective trim ankles.
A day or so ago, a "friend" stopped me on the sidewalk anddemanded asked me, "So, what's the deal with the pigtails?"
Her accusatory tone stunned me, and I was default polite (which I wish I wouldn't do). I said, truthfully: "Well, they're cute, and they keep my hair from touching me."
"Oh, yeah. They're cute. I just wondered."
I just stood there stupidly, hoping she'd say something friendly. But, no.
She continued. "It's easy, right? It looks that way." And then she kept walking.
*blinks* What did I ever do to her?
incoherency about reading and writing, but mostly reading: Things read once that I both love (conditionally) and will not read again: Nabokov's Pnin, Baldwin's short story, Going to Meet the Man. Or, now that I've said that, I might have to reread them just to be horrified anew. Someday, I'd like to write something as evocative (i.e., I want to make people feel bad!).
About a year ago, I read Fay by Larry Brown, and it's bothered me ever since that everyone in that story who dies, dies in exactly the same way. I've decided that it bothers me because I can't tell if Mr. Brown intended me to notice, or if neither he nor his editor did. Obviously, they noticed, but the story doesn't read as if anyone is aware: not the characters and not the...omniscient viewpoint. There's certainly a word for this non-character, isn't there? Someone educate me, please. People like to talk about authorial intention in re fanfiction on a fairly regular basis, noting that an author has no control over how a text is read. I have to admit, I do think that an author does have control *, but simply isn't writing well enough if their intent is obscure. I'd probably be able to find multiple examples of intentional obscurity that I approve of (Cortazar in general comes to mind), but then I wonder if my perception of intent is actually extricable from the written material, or if it's merely some conceit of mine.
I think I meant to have a question in there somewhere. Something to discuss.
* Or, at least, can use talent and skill to make it the difference between herding sheep to a particular viewpoint, versus herding cats.
why I'm hard to be friends with: Haven't read e-mail in a couple days, and I know there are things there I need to read. I'm working on finishing a story, which was due yesterday, and I'll get to e-mail after that. I'm having guilt feelings all around.
My dog is still dead. I can't quite get used to this.
boys in dresses: I asked a while back, but perhaps the right eyes didn't see the post. Can anyone identify for me the male models in the Meisel spread in the October W? I know who Boyd and Harry are, but the other three (despite being named in the credits) are a mystery to me. Names to faces, please. I am particularly interested in the pouty lad in the sheer yellow dress leaning against the wall and Harry on page 316.
Also, while I have lost interest in virtually all women's fashion magazines, the various men's Vogues are better than porn, or almost.
play: All I want is to play, swoops and bursts and skulls cracking, both literally and figuratively. Word like a feather, word like a bludgeon. For everyone who loves to play, Ella Fitzgerald has been singing I've Got a Crush On You all day in my head. (I don't have a download for you this time.)
it looks that way: Despite the fact that I'm an unreliable and tormented monster, there seems to be some misconception that I'm worth being envious of, or that I have something that more rightfully belongs to someone else (maybe you). I'm really not trying to be cryptic, but I'm talking about RL issues so there's no one you know to allude to here, no insinuations to wind around our collective trim ankles.
A day or so ago, a "friend" stopped me on the sidewalk and
Her accusatory tone stunned me, and I was default polite (which I wish I wouldn't do). I said, truthfully: "Well, they're cute, and they keep my hair from touching me."
"Oh, yeah. They're cute. I just wondered."
I just stood there stupidly, hoping she'd say something friendly. But, no.
She continued. "It's easy, right? It looks that way." And then she kept walking.
*blinks* What did I ever do to her?
incoherency about reading and writing, but mostly reading: Things read once that I both love (conditionally) and will not read again: Nabokov's Pnin, Baldwin's short story, Going to Meet the Man. Or, now that I've said that, I might have to reread them just to be horrified anew. Someday, I'd like to write something as evocative (i.e., I want to make people feel bad!).
About a year ago, I read Fay by Larry Brown, and it's bothered me ever since that everyone in that story who dies, dies in exactly the same way. I've decided that it bothers me because I can't tell if Mr. Brown intended me to notice, or if neither he nor his editor did. Obviously, they noticed, but the story doesn't read as if anyone is aware: not the characters and not the...omniscient viewpoint. There's certainly a word for this non-character, isn't there? Someone educate me, please. People like to talk about authorial intention in re fanfiction on a fairly regular basis, noting that an author has no control over how a text is read. I have to admit, I do think that an author does have control *, but simply isn't writing well enough if their intent is obscure. I'd probably be able to find multiple examples of intentional obscurity that I approve of (Cortazar in general comes to mind), but then I wonder if my perception of intent is actually extricable from the written material, or if it's merely some conceit of mine.
I think I meant to have a question in there somewhere. Something to discuss.
* Or, at least, can use talent and skill to make it the difference between herding sheep to a particular viewpoint, versus herding cats.
why I'm hard to be friends with: Haven't read e-mail in a couple days, and I know there are things there I need to read. I'm working on finishing a story, which was due yesterday, and I'll get to e-mail after that. I'm having guilt feelings all around.
My dog is still dead. I can't quite get used to this.
boys in dresses: I asked a while back, but perhaps the right eyes didn't see the post. Can anyone identify for me the male models in the Meisel spread in the October W? I know who Boyd and Harry are, but the other three (despite being named in the credits) are a mystery to me. Names to faces, please. I am particularly interested in the pouty lad in the sheer yellow dress leaning against the wall and Harry on page 316.
Also, while I have lost interest in virtually all women's fashion magazines, the various men's Vogues are better than porn, or almost.
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Date: 2004-10-11 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 01:40 pm (UTC)It is sad news, but my f-list is looking a bit too much like a rerun of the contest to see who can be saddest about Lex. [/nasty]
*hates everything*
Except you.
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:15 pm (UTC)