My concept for the Memorial Sørbråten proposes a wound or a cut within nature itself. It reproduces the physical experience of taking away, reflecting the abrupt and permanent loss of those who died. The cut will be a three-and-a-half-meters-wide excavation. It slices from the top of the headland at the Sørbråten site, to below the water line and extends to each side. This void in the landscape makes it impossible to reach the end of the headland.
I look a little tough in my author’s photo, and I’ve been amazed at how many people—universities, magazines—ask me to send them a different photo, because they say I look aloof, unapproachable, tough, scary, and/or sad. I started asking male authors with tough-looking photos if they had ever gotten any grief about this and they said no, never. When it comes to the author’s photo, women are more likely to hear things like: “You don’t look as pretty as you could in your photo!” or “Why aren’t you smiling?” I, for one, would like to know what it is about an un-smiling woman that makes some people so fucking uncomfortable. Or why anyone would assume a woman’s foremost concern is prettiness.
"darling will never be allowed to try. she is incapable of floating, saturating her body with rubbing alcohol, with her belongings, she learned this she knows - she has been decorative rather than deceitful, waiting without unity, her avarice of water, her timid argument: what remains of beauty wrought from carnage; a particular beauty, sweat rolling from head to heel. a girl who moves, the smell of a hunted animal, a path of viscera. she can’t refuse a gaping nothing, a deep breath, snapping back to position, lifting her tongue, salvaged from a wreck of glitter and stardust. violently salvaged, claimed; darling would do anything, motivated by desire, by boredom, by necessity, what she wants: entirely impossible."
- From Beyond This Point Are Monsters by Roxanne Carter
To be a woman, young and all alone, is hard—hard!—is to want things, is to carry a heavy, heavy weight.
@milkradio said: Absolutely! It has this strange seductive quality in every aspect of how it’s made and it’s left me feeling very disturbed many times.
Strongly resisting the urge to watch the last episode. Because I won’t sleep right at all.
It’s for sure a gruesome show. I watched the season premiere last Friday night and actually gasped and groaned at one shot in particular and had to put my hands up in disgust.
It’s the music too, and the lighting. It creates this mood of menace that just doesn’t dissipate right away. Urgh. But it’s so good too! Horror: the feelings generator.
I’m going to have to take some time after Hannibal to recover I think. INTENSE STUFF. Also gore. Also food that everyone reviewing the show says looks beautiful but just looks so supersaturated and bloody and gross and makes me want to be a vegetarian (which for health reasons I really can’t do. But I shall also avoid eating people, you know).
It’s almost as bad as when I read American Psycho for a class on controversial fiction and I had flashes of the images from the book for days and nearly had a panic attack on the bus when I saw an ad with a scary blank faced man in a suit.
*Train whistle* next stop, Hannibal finale!
For mature audiences only
Didn’t need to read the tag where it said ‘True Detective’
ps my story about a dead nude girl taking a break’s gonna be up next week!