one time, post-miscarriage, i cried for an entire flight from los angeles to new york. no one seemed to notice, except for the little girl sitting next to me, who offered me a piece of her candy bar. 

lookerlooker:

Mapping the site and comfort level of public crying in the East Bay

lookerlooker:

“The East Bay chapter of the Public Crying Coalition seeks to share and document sites and stories of public crying. An act both intimate and isolating, public crying exists at the axis of public and private, hyper visible and unnoticed, vulnerable and galvanized. We seek to map the East Bay with the psychogeography of tears and share their narratives through our walking tour and dialogue. This project is ongoing.”

— PCC

i love this series. go here for actual post. 

"if i were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, i should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace."

gaston bachelard, the poetics of space 

(Source: jungjoo)

foxesinbreeches:

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.”

ibock:

Turn-ons: giving me your wi-fi password

dudguacamole:

Chris Kraus approves of your tumblr.

thank you for the “I’m looking at you Kara” tag :)

"Depression can be political, can be a process of breaking through. What others—family members and bosses, in television commercials—see as depression can be in fact the use of one’s own body as a site of refusal to participate and function fully in capitalism, (hetero)normative social behavior, or gendered labor: an ongoing space to cultivate one’s self as a political and sovereign subject by shutting down. Why is Cvetkovich in such a hurry to get over depression? Perhaps what appears as a space of nonaction and passivity, is actually a site of activism, a strike of sorts, of bodily contemplation, of working through. The girl in bed can be a type of activist. Perhaps there is something worthwhile in her failing and flailing and documenting it. In Cvetkovich’s reclamation of the ‘girl culture’ of diary writing, she notes rightly that this practice now most often happens on the Internet, yet in this wild confessionalism of Tumblr girls, both white and of color, I see the potentially radical that diverges from Cvetkovich’s project. Online I see contemporary examples of the agitated and restless and hopeless, of Ahmed’s ‘angry black woman’ and ‘feminist killjoy’ who are well-versed in the discourse of therapy and sometimes refuse rehabilitation — ‘self-care’ being an ambivalent, popular hashtag. These are girls who have come of age reading feminist confessional literature and affect theory, and they’re performing this constant awareness of the self in their diary entries and selfies, performing rage and sadness as if against the culture and all its desirous consumers and consumptives. They posit that the petty too, and all of our tremendous feelings, can be political."

kate zambreno on ann cvetkovich’s depression: a public feeling at the new inquiry. this is relevant to many discussions. i like the part about needing new forms of writing to counteract the mainstream depression memoir; the mention of barbara’s i’m trying to reach you (obviously); the idea of linking despair to “the often humiliating experiences of capitalism”; and that this article is related to my last post.