Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.
In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.
Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.
In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.
The third veil drops.
Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keep
We can almost see all of her.
Salome shows us her body
but never her eyes.
The fourth veil is dropping.
The four things most recently tweeted at Kim Kardashian were
@KimKardashian Suck My Dick
@Kim Kardashian Can I Meet Kanye?
@KimKardashian Please Fuck Me
@KimKardashian I Love You. I Love You.
Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Women are told to keep their mouths shut.
Some women are kept silent for so long,
They become experts in the silent theft of power.
The fifth veil has dropped.
Kim Kardashian made $12 million dollars this year
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a “dumb whore”
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.
The sixth veil has dropped.
The seventh veil has dropped.
And Salome sat beside King Herod. And he swore unto her
“Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give to thee
unto the half of my kingdom”
And she smiled, and said
“Bring me the head of John The Baptist.
Punish the man who hurt me”
— Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
1:26 pm • 22 July 2014 • 19,431 notes
Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
That’s not Sylvia Plath.
9:47 am • 22 July 2014 • 45,521 notes
Happy 19th anniversary, Amazon?
Though the company was founded in 1994, it didn’t publicly come online until July 16, 1995. Back then it was just a few people packing up boxes of books from a two-car garage in Bellevue, Washington; Amazon is a far cry from there now. The company ended 2013 with $74.5 billion in revenue, a 22 percent increase from 2012. It also recently announced that Babak Parviz, one of the leaders behind the Google X and Google Glass, will be joining Amazon. Additionally, the company is currently in the process of asking the Federal Aviation Administration permission to use drones as part of its plan to deliver packages in 30 minutes or less.
It’s systems like the drones that make being a “good person” (a vague phrase that means everything and nothing, but for me means, amongst other things, supporting small and local businesses) such a difficult feat. Being morally malformed can seem like a small price to pay when you’re busy and broke and Amazon is promising fast and cheap delivery. Although I wish I could spurn Amazon, I can, at best, say that I will only use it when I truly do need a book as soon as possible and all the bookstores nearby are not selling it. I will promise that I won’t ever use Amazon to purchase toilet paper (an infuriating habit that a former roommate of mine got into because it’s “just so easy”), but I do admit that sounds like a vegetarian promising not to eat only when the line at Shake Shack is too long.
KEEP READING: "How Should We Celebrate Amazon’s 19th Anniversary?"
7:59 pm • 16 July 2014 • 4 notes
“Lana Del Rey has replaced Anna Nicole Smith as the reigning “faux queen,” a former blue jean baby whose rejection of upwardly mobile feminism and/or high-class femininity in favour of fatalistic glamour and female-to-female drag makes her a gender deserter to some, but a godsend to most, because at least she never makes it look easy. And what a relief. When straight girls and women are meant to choose between chic, studied effortlessness (creative upper class/Manhattan) and tweely aestheticized failure (creative under class/Brooklyn), Lana’s truth is way, way in between: being a man-loving woman is not an identity, it’s a job. It’s a glamorous job, but the hours are long and there’s often no future and it sucks, it scars and it hardens, and it’s hard. (Here I admit that it’s tempting to read “man” unliterally, as something big and impossible to get out from—drugs, fame, money, a whole damn country. In melodramatic pop songs, almost any relation is easier read as a relationship.)”
— Sarah Nicole Prickett in her essay “The Fake as More,” from The New Inquiry’s flawless Lana Del Rey supplement
6:43 pm • 16 July 2014 • 196 notes
How should we celebrate Amazon's 19th anniversary?
On the anniversary of Amazon’s first sale — a book, nonetheless — a reader examines her relationship with the online retailer.
6:08 pm • 16 July 2014 • 2 notes
You will almost always get more from seeing a play performed than only reading it. The complete joy The Monster experiences as he gradually learns to move, then crawl, then stumble, then run, is probably not so well presented in stage directions as it is by either Jonny Lee Miller or Benedict Cumberbatch. The utter betrayal felt by the Prince of Danes in Hamlet or the slapstick physical comedy by everyone in Shakespeare in Hollywood are well expressed in words, but better expressed by people. And sure, the steadfast intensity of Ruth Younger is going to be more palpably felt through any of the differing characterizations of Ruby Dee, Audra MacDonald or Sophie Okonedo than they might when you are picking them up on paper.
Some of them will leave you utterly confused without someone performing them in front of you. (I’m looking at you, Martin McDonagh).
But something has to be said for reading plays, to understanding the text, to having those words performed in your own head, in your own voice, before you hear them in someone else’s.
— from The Case for Reading Plays by Jessica Pryde (via bookriot)
3:35 pm • 16 July 2014 • 25 notes
Some very important images from my childhood.
All from D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths. By Ingri & Edgar Parin D’Aulaire.
I gave my nine-year-old cousin a copy of D’Aulaires for her birthday this week, and luckily remembered that it is inappropriate to write “This book is very, very badass” inside of a nine-year-old’s birthday card.
3:31 pm • 16 July 2014 • 92 notes
uggghhh I was staring at this book for like twenty minutes and couldn’t bring myself to spend the money but I still lust after it in my sleep.
Andrea, it is so good. I want to mail you my copy. I want to transcribe it into a word document so that you can read it. I want to give copies to pretty much every human on this earth. It is so good. I cannot over-exaggerate that fact.
10:45 pm • 30 June 2014 • 2 notes
“My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.”
— Jenny Offill, Dept. of Speculation
10:38 pm • 30 June 2014 • 23 notes
||It's amazing what goes into making a movie.
||But nobody cares. It's like talking about the difficulties of fame. Nobody gives a shit. No one could care less. But it's an amazing triumph even to make a bad movie. Even a crap film is really an extraordinary achievement. You're taking a two-dimensional object and making it three-dimensional. The number of people. The number of days. The number of cuts.
11:05 am • 18 June 2014 • 58 notes