January 2011
12 posts
“Whenever the U.S. Government wants to demonize a person or group in order to justify attacks on them, it follows the same playbook: it manufactures falsehoods about them, baselessly warns that they pose Grave Dangers and are severely harming our National Security, peppers all that with personality smears to render the targeted individuals repellent on a personal level, and feeds it...
Pitchfork: You’re credited with “computer” on the album. There were two things that I read about years ago, when you were speaking about computer music, that might have changed over time. One had to do with the idea of electronic music so often being created on a grid. Where sounds were locked into place and ultimately certain genres of music were dependent on that. But at...
Red is hot and spicy, like standing too close to the fire. Orange is warm and smooth, a velvet curtain heated by the sun. Yellow is buttery and rich, like sunshine on your face. Green is earthy and comforting, the smell of fresh pine needles. Blue is cool and crisp, like dipping your foot in a lake in October. Purple is dark and rich, a baritone sax bellowing jazz. Brown is healing and ancient,...
Charlie stands up and moves closer to the warriors: a skinny girl in shorts and a raw cotton shirt witth small round buttons made of wood. Her teeth are slightly crooked. When the drummers pat their drums, charlie’s warrior and the other one begin to sing: guttural noises pried from their abdomens. She sways in front of them. During her ten days in africa, she has begun to act like a...
where are we going and why am i in this handbasket ?
I read on, feeling eunice’s solemn breath against my chest. The main character, tomas, started having sex with many attractive czech ladies. I re-read several times a passage about tomas’s mistress standing in front of him, in panties and bra and a black bowler hat. I pointed to the black bowler hat on the cover. EUNICE NODDED, BUT I FELT THAT KUNDERA HAD PUT TOO MANY WORDS AROUND...
I wished I were stronger and could help eunice, or at least take my place in front of her and absorb some of the pain. I wanted to bury my face in the warmth of her hair, the musk and the oils of it, because it was home to me. Because I knew she was too small in body and spirit, too worshipful of her family and the idea of her family, to accept this kind of hurt alone.