Acquaintance led to conversation, conversations led to confession, and confessions to intimacy
(from the Quietus piece on Max Tundra surprise dropping a maddeningly good cover of This Women’s Work // gotta stick through til 3:42)
youtu.be/TV6Bzv793B0
an accommodation with polarised responses to extreme music, or the vocational lure of the careful and slow-working sonic auteur
seesawing from mundane activity to joyless pleasure, sensibilities always at odds with a jagged, old city
the viciousness of adolescence, and the way young people figure out the world from first principles while in an agony of terror and embarrassment
he’s just thinking, the way we all think, aimlessly, doubling back, worrying, forgetting, remembering.
being haunted by the phrase “retreat to culture”
Me finding my beloved mutuals over here
skeeting for friends & strangers was never the goal but always felt a bit inevitable
Overheard at the Moms for Liberty Summit protest line at the Marriott—
“Nice lanyard, it really brings out the blood on your hands.”
any
way
Yet every summer, when our peppers are drying from green to red, on can see an intermediate stage that is precisely reddish green.
Tolerate: to put up with. Begin: set in. Persevere: go through with.
And yet all these idioms are wildly ambiguous. We can put up with a nuisance, put up a friend for the night, put up the jam on the shelf with the jelly, put up a candidate, put up a window…
Sweet, bland commendations fall everywhere upon the scene
A wild Blue sky
abreast of Winds
That threatened it—
did run
[…]Some conflict with
those upper friends
So genial in the
main
this that we deplore
peculiarly
this Their arrogant
Campaign—