kateordie:

I cheered quietly during this scene.

I couldn’t get over the fact that Cohle’s arguments about religion seemed like the angst-riddled rantings of a high school atheist. Been there,done that, dude.  kateordie:

I cheered quietly during this scene.

I couldn’t get over the fact that Cohle’s arguments about religion seemed like the angst-riddled rantings of a high school atheist. Been there,done that, dude. 

kateordie:

I cheered quietly during this scene.

I couldn’t get over the fact that Cohle’s arguments about religion seemed like the angst-riddled rantings of a high school atheist. Been there,done that, dude. 

“Pity for an authentic American prophet whose dark and original revelation has been cribbed, parodied, photocopied, the cribs cribbed, the parodies parodied, the copies copied and reduced to the stuff of crackpot blogs or routine cyberthrillers. And a shrug, perhaps, from those who were born to irony like cavefish into darkness, too cool for pity, too young for rue, having always known that the world and books and Thomas Pynchon can never hope to be anything but copies of copies, parodies of parodies of themselves.”
— Michael, Chabon. The Crying of September 11
“Every time I cried, or almost-cried, was a little different, though each contained a similar parfait of feelings: a layer of sadness (for the unreal character); a layer of hope (for the unreal character); a layer of skepticism (what does it mean to feel sadness or hope for an unreal character?); a layer of curiosity, both emotional and artistic (how have I come to feel this sadness/hope for an unreal character?); a layer of pride (I feel things so deeply I can even feel sadness/hope for an unreal character); a layer of shame (I feel more for this unreal character than I did for the homeless man I just passed in the street); another layer of shame, this one more specifically inflected by my role as a consumer (how have my emotional responses been so easily manipulated?) but also — it cannot be denied — a layer of consumer satisfaction: I am having a powerful experience, which is part of the implicit contract made between a film and its watchers. We give our time, and maybe our money, and in return we are given an experience that will somehow make us different than we were before we had it.”
Leslie Jamison, "On Short Term 12 and crying at the movies” (The Los Angeles Review of Books)
kateordie:

At least something good happened in this godforsaken episode

This scene.  kateordie:

At least something good happened in this godforsaken episode

This scene.  kateordie:

At least something good happened in this godforsaken episode

This scene.  kateordie:

At least something good happened in this godforsaken episode

This scene. 

kateordie:

At least something good happened in this godforsaken episode

This scene. 

“Under capitalism, we can’t have Democracy by definition. Capitalism is a system in which the central institutions of society are in principle under autocratic control. Thus, a corporation or an industry is, if we were to think of it in political terms, fascist.”
tracesofthevanished:

La folie Almayer (Chantal Akerman, 2011)
tracesofthevanished:

La folie Almayer (Chantal Akerman, 2011)

tracesofthevanished:

La folie Almayer (Chantal Akerman, 2011)

(via streetetiquette)

Digital warfare

freaks me out.

Autonomous drone warfare

freaks me out.

The Stuxnet virus

freaks me out.

The acidification of the world’s oceans

freaks me out.

The United States Intelligence apparatus

freaks me out.

The increasing economic inequality/ martial strength of the police force in the USA

freaks me out. 

And more and more, these days, it feels like all I can do

is be really, really fucking freaked out.

“A house full of scraps of poems, unused ideas. A nest of thoughts, the wood chips from an industrious carpenter of the word. Their abundance, like froth, around my existence, excess, boiling over. I don’t know why I sentenced this or that poem to non-being, to silence; why I wrote down this, but not that thought. All froth.”