That’s how sex is presented to boys – it’s not intimacy; it’s not the loving, egalitarian [part] that we get something out of, it’s something we do to the other. We raise women to survive in a rape culture, because we raise women to know these things. We do nothing to talk to men about not raping. But we do talk to women about how to protect themselves, which is further why we place the blame on women when something happens. ‘Well didn’t you know not to do that? Didn’t you know not to wear that dress? Or didn’t you know not to walk down that street at that hour of the night?’
Feminist Don McPherson, on rape culture and educating boys to not rape. (via misswallflower)
Interpol – Evil
February 5, 2011
Rosemary, Heaven restores you in life.
You’re coming with me through the aging, the fearing, and the strife.Here’s some Interpol, for you then. With Evil from Antics – enjoy Tommy
Down the Burning Ropes
February 4, 2011
When the hills let go
Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover
On a ship filled with ghosts
It’s something to behold
When the paper thin girls
With twisting little braids in their hair,
They take off their coats and throw
Pebbles and stones from the side of the boat,
Crying out
The stones they float, the stones they float
Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones they float
Down the burning ropes
Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies
You make your bed under the moonlight
I think it’s time we said goodbye
Cause nothing moves in the warm air
And words that once would cut like a knife,
They just hang in the cloud and you’re
Pushed by the lord,
But you’re pulled by the crowds and
You’re overboard, you’re overboard
Oh my God, she’s overboard
My love she’s overboard
She’s overboard
My love she’s over board
Not a shell unbroken
In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay
It’s not the time to be hanging around here
You know what some might say
That people get too reckless
That even with the simplest of crimes
They leave, blood behind,
As I clean the knife for the very last time
I think she knows, I think she knows
Oh my God, I think she knows
Lyrics by James Vincent McMorrow
Vincent Moon to Premiere ‘An Island’
February 1, 2011
French filmmaker/artist Vincent Moon, aka Mathieu Saura, has come a long way since the debut of his game-changing “Take Away Show” videos, which have portrayed dozens of top artists, as well as up-and-comers, performing live in varied — sometimes unusual or unwieldy — environments to brilliant effect. (A personal fave is his work with The National.) Now in addition to directing aconcert film for Arcade Fire, among other post-Blogotheque projects, Moon will unveil his latest feature-length: An Island, a film that follows the Danish bandEfterklang as they collaborate with over 200 local musicians, kids, and parents over the course of 4 days in their home country.
Watch a stunning clip from the film, which premieres this month at various screenings, above. Also, you might want to read a new, somewhat scandalous interview with Moon that’s been making the rounds, in which he sounds off on his frustration with Arcade Fire members, his distaste for music coming from the U.S./U.K., and why he might retire from making “images,” here.
reblogged from Twentyfourbit
i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another ‘til i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
jack kerouac (via abrutalkind)
Even now I’m scared about how sappy this’ll look in print, saying this. And the effort to actually to do it, not just talk about it, requires a kind of courage I don’t seem to have yet.
Author-David Foster Wallace
It Ain't Hemingway 