“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I probably shouldn’t be reading The Bell Jar so much, not least at 2a.m., half-drunk on bad wine and emotional. Someone really ought to silence my head.
As half-written essays and half-read books pile up on my desk I procrastinate, and procrastinate further. Ended up doodling a few of my favourite Riot Grrrl musicians & copying out the Riot Grrrl manifesto.
(I’m awfully sorry for butchering Carrie Brownstein’s face.)
“Out of the ash/ I rise”
– Lady Lazarus (1962), Sylvia Plath
Devoured essays at an almost alarming rate today out of sheer spite. If only –
If only I could bottle this spitefulness, contain my fury, my rage, for it to last.
God I feel invincible when I’m angry.
“If Wednesday Addams were sunnier, she’d be Suzy Bishop,” quipped my friend in our conversation today. Was then inspired to pick up my paintbrushes to paint my favourite cinematic style icon – Suzy Bishop aka Wednesday Addams-but-sunnier.
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Between my countless impromptu visits to the local bookstores and my not-so-impromptu pilgrimages to bookshops around the world, notwithstanding all the other texts I’ve had to read for my degree, I’ve collected a rather considerable – if not massive – library of books for myself. Whilst some of these books I’ve relegated to the back of shelves and the darkest corners of my bedroom where only dust accumulates, others I’ve reread so much out of a certain fondness for them pages have begun to detach from their spines. This post shall celebrate the latter sort of books – books I’ve made a point to revisit every year, books that have transformed the way I perceive the world, books that have changed me.
In commemoration of National Book Lovers’ Day, here are several lists of books I’ve compiled over the past few years and where you can find them: Continue reading
“Read yourself as a fiction as well as a fact.”
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit
Two weeks ago, Texas senator Ted Cruz stood before the Republican party in Cleveland to deliver a controversial speech against the party’s nominee, Donald Trump. “Vote your conscience,” urged Cruz, hinting at the undesirability of the de facto Republican nominee. A week later, the phrase had curiously evolved into a dictum for the far-left Bernie supporters pledging themselves to third party candidates such as Libertarian Gary Johnson and Jill Stein of the Green Party. “I would never vote for someone who goes against everything I believe in,” claims one of them. It seems “voting one’s conscience” has become almost synonymous to voting for one’s ideals, against the establishment.