i love this series. go here for actual post.
From Peter Coviello and Elizabeth Freeman’s ”Never the Usual Terms: A Song for 21st Century Occupations,” in the latest issue of Periscope. (via lazz)
a few people have been kind enough to ask me about the taylor swift show and i have told them. for 15 minutes. i’m not trying to be excruciating, so i’ll only say: this was one of the two most memorable performances of the concert, partly because i never cared about “you’re not sorry” until i saw it. taylor swift is more sophisticated with facial expressions than almost any performer i’ve ever seen. her monologue delivery is so on point and this is exactly the right song to smile to. her feminist fucking around keeps getting more impeccable. whatever she’s doing is even better than we think it is. it might even be a tad better than she thinks it is. which is a thoroughly charming feat for someone with so much self-regard.
Stills from Intercourse with… by Hannah Wilke, 1976
In this haunting performance, Wilke conflates the private and the public as autobiographical theater. The audience “eavesdrops” on a series of phone messages intended for Wilke, recorded from her answering machine. This voice-over litany of messages becomes an intimate if one-sided narrative of Wilke’s life, a diary of personal and professional relationships — family, lovers, friends, colleagues — that is oddly elegiac. Wilke strips to reveal that her body is covered with the names of the individuals we have heard speaking; she then methodically removes the names until all traces have disappeared.
“Since 1960, I have been concerned with the creation of a formal imagery that is specifically female, a new language that fuses mind and body into erotic objects that are namable and at the same time quite abstract. Its content has always related to my own body and feelings, reflecting pleasure as well as pain, the ambiguity and complexity of emotions. Human gestures, multi-layered metaphysical symbols below the gut level translated into an art close to laughter, making love, shaking hands … Eating fortune cookies instead of signing them, chewing gum into androgynous objects … Delicate definitions …Rearranging the touch of sensuality with a residual magic made from laundry lint or latex loosely laid out like love vulnerably exposed … continually exposing myself to whatever situation occurs … gamboling as well as gambling.”
New Yorkers, remember to join us tomorrow at 7 PM at BookCourt to discuss Mary MacLane: her celebration, her abuse, and what it means even now to be a woman writing openly about herself. The night will be hosted by Emily Gould. Also: wine.
come hear us talk about what it means even now to be a woman writing openly about herself. (i just met marc’s mom for the first time and told her that maybe she wouldn’t want to read my tumblr. at least not in front of me.)
mary maclane is more amazing than i thought she could be. she is obsessed with steak and lingerie and kissing the pages of her own autobiographical work.
“…but there are ways and ways of doing things.” A+.
“So many of us now are both the photographers and the stars of our own lives, the narrators and the heroes. The romantic tendency, mistaken often for “narcissism” or “famewhoring,” is enabled by new story-making tools, or what we’re forced to call “social media.” All this we know. The question is whether we believe our own lives”
i suppose it is a romantic tendency.
from renata adler’s speedboat. this interview is amazing. renata adler is kind of who i always wanted to be when i grew up.