Feminists [super heart] Ryan Gosling

No one needs a reason to love Ryan Gosling. (Half Nelson. Drive. Lars and the Real Girl.) If you need a reason, there's this quote that went viral when he was on the Blue Valentine junket:

You have to question a cinematic culture which preaches artistic expression, and yet would support a decision that is clearly a product of a patriarchy-dominant society, which tries to control how women are depicted on screen. The MPAA is okay supporting scenes that portray women in scenarios of sexual torture and violence for entertainment purposes, but they are trying to force us to look away from a scene that shows a woman in a sexual scenario which is both complicit and complex. It’s misogynistic in nature to try and control a woman’s sexual presentation of self. I consider this an issue that is bigger than this film.

Or this Ms. Magazine Post. Or Hugo Schwyzer's Ode.

Or simply this genius mashup of feminist theory and the most dashing actor in Hollywood:

Sometimes the kids add their own decorative touches...

I don't mind the book-mess at all. Kind of love it. Don't even mind so much that the housecleaner left the elephant on the table facing forwards instead of in profile like the elephants on the frieze on the vase (I did say I have a problem :). The dingy guitar-socks, however...

Mid-term Break: Embers

Almost at the end of the midterm break and I'm still struggling to finish Sándor Márai's highly-acclaimed novel Embers. A very sweet (also assiduous) student gave me their copy because they "knew" I would love it.* It's only fair that I try hard to finish it, because I impose my tastes on those poor students all the time, after all.
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*Not to be confused with the student who, throughout his final paper, used my name instead of the name of the protagonist in the novel he was writing about. We weren't able to decide if that was ironic or ignorant or obsessive.


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Embedded

The sex accomplice's
labyrinths, leprosy of lies

his intimacy of technique

his innoculation of anger

his reason is a mirror's body
there is never a void of words
always the cruelty of sounds
he has captured in his mouth

Graffiti

This skin my page,
guttural blasphemy

on the radio
voices are melting

who would you be
fair, ordinary light?

double helixed, sublime
under slight scaffolding

you wait, an injured violin
chiming a century of travel

then your answer reverses
moments I can hear myself

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Back

Fair, hostile sky
grumble of wind

music wakes up,

miscommunicates

an umbrella of rain
splinters of silence

In the cramped cage
of childhood

My mothers already
see everything

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