October 20, 2014

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October 20, 2014

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October 20, 2014
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The Sylvia Plath story is told to girls who write
They want us to think that to be a girl poet means you have to die
Who is it that told me all the girls who write must suicide?

I’ve another good one for you,
We are turning cursive letters into knives.

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October 20, 2014
lord-kitschener:

halcyon-ia:

break the rules

no gods no kings no masters

lord-kitschener:

halcyon-ia:

break the rules

no gods no kings no masters

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October 20, 2014
nevver:

Staring at the Sun, [to scale]

nevver:

Staring at the Sun, [to scale]

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October 20, 2014
room42:

Mondays, Whoo-Hoo!

room42:

Mondays, Whoo-Hoo!

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October 20, 2014

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October 20, 2014

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October 20, 2014
newyorker:

From Larissa MacFarquhar’s 2003 Profile of Quentin Tarantino:

“For every monologue he writes about an old movie or TV show, he writes one about European hamburgers or tipping waitresses or eating pork. … The love of minutiae, like the love of pop culture, is a form of nostalgia—a junk-food version of Proust’s madeleine. But, unlike madeleine-nostalgia—nostalgia for a lost world, an unrecoverable childhood—minutiae-nostalgia is nostalgia for a world that still exists, for a life you’re still living.”

Take a look at more classic New Yorker stories about filmmakers.
Photograph by Ruven Afanador

This perfectly explains why as a general rule I dislike Tarentino’s films but every single one contains select scenes I love. And those scenes tend to break down into discussions of pop culture (the “Like a Virgin” scene in Reservoir Dogs, his one film I unabashedly love) or tributes to classic cinema (the opening “Jew hunting” scene and the bar/espionage scene of Inglorious Basterds).

newyorker:

From Larissa MacFarquhar’s 2003 Profile of Quentin Tarantino:

“For every monologue he writes about an old movie or TV show, he writes one about European hamburgers or tipping waitresses or eating pork. … The love of minutiae, like the love of pop culture, is a form of nostalgia—a junk-food version of Proust’s madeleine. But, unlike madeleine-nostalgia—nostalgia for a lost world, an unrecoverable childhood—minutiae-nostalgia is nostalgia for a world that still exists, for a life you’re still living.”

Take a look at more classic New Yorker stories about filmmakers.

Photograph by Ruven Afanador

This perfectly explains why as a general rule I dislike Tarentino’s films but every single one contains select scenes I love. And those scenes tend to break down into discussions of pop culture (the “Like a Virgin” scene in Reservoir Dogs, his one film I unabashedly love) or tributes to classic cinema (the opening “Jew hunting” scene and the bar/espionage scene of Inglorious Basterds).

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October 20, 2014

fuckyeahmelancholy:

danakatherinescullys:

The Big Lebowski, 1998

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