“… and what hits you when you get off the Malmö Ferry (no juice tax on the ferry) in Sweden knocks all that cheap, tax free juice right out of you and brings you all the way down: averted eyes and the cemetery in the middle of town (every town in Sweden seems to be built around a cemetery) , and nothing to do in the afternoon, not a bar not a movie and I blasted my last stick of Tangier tea and I said, “K.E. let’s get right back on that ferry.”—Naked Lunch
“The Defixiones refers to “to fix,” to fix, to mark. It’s like a needle that goes into a doll. It’s marking a territory as your own, and it says that, with the marking of that territory, you have certain power. Whether this is the power to, say, put a curse on a competitor, or an enemy, or to say, “If you desecrate this grave, your daughter’s daughter’s daughter will perish slowly from a horrible disease.” That’s the nature of this. The nature of this type of curse. And it’s usually in practice throughout the Middle East, Italy as well, by people who have very little power, legal power, so they had to draw on their own resources as much as possible. For example, if you had Greeks, Assyrians, Armenians, living under the power of the Turks, the Turks, because they can, could easily dig up a grave to steal the jewels, or steal anything that’s buried in the grave. So there would be curses on the graves to warn them, and maybe, that would be all they had, were those curses. That would be the only thing they had to protect them, and that may have been quite a delusional kind of power, but nonetheless, it was the only power that was had by these people. So that’s pretty much what the work is, is that you cannot desecrate this memory. You cannot pretend this grave did not exist by digging it up. It exists, and when you dig it up, the power of our anger will outlast you, and will drag you down screaming. /and that is to be hoped. One can’t guarantee it (laughs), but I can definitely say I’ve inherited that type of thinking. It manifests itself in my everyday life, for which I am grateful, I think. (Laughs)”—Interview with Diamanda Galas (via esperensnare)
muffled screams from behind the door, sound of a book repeatedly hitting a face, disjointed crying, sound of someone laughing at their own jokes
sebastian have u seen inside my mind?! u just described my life.. no but rly what does ur scream sound like i want to hear u scream
i live with four other people so i usually bury my head in the pillow
i really don’t scream that much anyway
the best one lately was after i had a panic attack and had to go to the hospital and suffer through like two hours of mental hell alone for some doctor to look at me for one minute throw some valium at me and send me away
afterwards i was walking home at five in the morning and this guy started sexually harassing me and i told him to leave me alone and he kept on bugging me which isn’t uncommon where i live
but i was way beyond dealing with some guy’s shit after those couple of hours so i let out some kinda toneless diamanda galas scream like the mouth of hell and he practically shat himself with fear
Japanese Girl is one of the most accomplished, fascinatingly hard to classify debuts I’ve heard. Avant-garde, folk, jazz, pop, reggae - just a few of the terms thrown at this album. A child piano prodigy, Akiko’s burgeoning career drove her out of high school to write this and her followup at age 19.
Nearly every track is a classic (the not even 3-minute “Denwasen” is considered a masterpiece) - with rhythmic complexity that baffled her more experienced backing band, Little Feat, and continues to surprise listeners even today. Strings enshroud songs like “Hekoriputaa” in mystique, sometimes disorienting in their surprise timing and intimacy (“Futa”, a woefully short song named after her child). The LP “was influenced by Japanese traditional music,” she says. “There’s a tendency to contain everything you’ve learned [on a debut]. That record had everything.”
The bizarre yet seamlessly interwoven mix of elements signifies how her career would continue to evolve. This uproarious song was the end of the album, but the start of many anthems she would create relentlessly, bending genres and collaborating with some of the biggest names in each of them (most significantly YMO), while remaining relatively unknown internationally herself.
i realized how short life is one day i when i was reading http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast and suddenly it struck me that i’ll actually die before i get to try all the different kinds of breakfasts
when i take my meds it makes me wonder why i usually don’t take them because it makes me so smart and to be honest it’s a bloody shame to be so smart and yet almost completely unable to utilize it in a meaningful way (posting on tumblr is not a meaningful way i have something else i should be doing which is why i’m here)
i become extremely agitated by the unfairness of being so ugly and threaten to mutilate my own face with razorblades to make a statement. but then i remember one of 2 people i’d ever truly loved, a genius boy who disappeared without a trace many years ago. it occurs to me now there’s something odd about that and certainly there is. i intercept a message from him flickering on some playing cards. his parents pretended to take him on holiday but in reality he’s been enslaved in a digital dimension making shitty karaoke games for eternity. i brought him back. obviously we kill his parents, fool the cops, and burn their bodies
there isn’t any punchline to this. it was a wonderful dream, happy to be reunited. i said goodbye and woke up
i had a dream i was looking through my drafts in search of a particular pornographic image (the only draft i have atm) but it had been replaced by a shitty drawing??? but now in the cold light of day i’m pleased to see everything is in order again. for a moment i was worried
agreed. I hate that. I have had people talk to me ABOUT ME based on my astrological sign. it made me really uncomfortable, they were behaving as if we were intimate friends when they knew nothing REAL about my life.
probably the time that i got angriest about this was seeing some dumbass graphics from some “sex astrology” tumblr talking about how “scorpio women” are like this and this and love this and this in bed ending with “scorpio women tend to LOVE anal!!” like if you don’t understand how it’s personally invasive to dictate someone’s wishes and desires to them then ………….. i dunno
technically i guess it’s not meant to be “personal” but sometimes things upset me sometimes they don’t
or like i don’t mind it as fluff but people who actually believe in it and act as if they know shit about you? it’s just kind of personally invasive in a mental way like when people try to gaslight you