The only label I will wear on my chest. Reppin’ the old alma mater…
I have the perfect white lace drop-waist dress and the perfect bob so maybe I should just bite the bullet and be Daisy Buchanan for Halloween.
last year I was Elvis and the two years before that I was Daria and before that a newsie, so I shall refer to my grad-school-era Halloween costumes as my (white) American Icons Series. it seems good to alternate between masculine and feminine archetypes.
sofadelity said: i was going to clean before going out but now im really excited about cleaning; to my neighbors who are going to have a symphony of disposal and vacuum cleaner sounds for the next little bit, #sorryforpartying
lol. we should have a Tumblr check-in like this every Saturday.
karaj said: omg please post your vagueblogging.
anything for you, Ms. Kara. vagueblogs are up. in the vagueblog (which I think you follow). but maybe not actually that vague.
procrastiwitch said: I’ve been sitting around in a fancy dress and makeup for about an hour now, and I’ve just decided to go back to underwear. I like to call it “antigaming”
well, getting ready is always the best part of a party anyway…
oh, you know me, just “pregaming” for Saturday night by sitting around in my underwear, eating old soup and writing confessional vagueblog drafts I may never post.
"Don’t come to America if you are in love, happy, fed and working. You’ll find none of those here as far as I can see… Nails still red; divine lounging pajamas… Hair shorter and tightly curled, beginning to look like you had hoped for—spectacular—-only a lady withal… What is your idea of love? Have you chosen men only? …Write soon—remember sweetness… recall the warm—-life is simply ghastly."
Barnes herself expressed concern over the immediacy of Nightwood. In a letter to Emily Coleman, she wrote, “God knows who could have written as much about their blood while it was still running” (qtd. Plumb ix). However, Barnes acknowledges that blood as a font of creativity, writing, also to Coleman, that, ““a great deal of my writing is intuition, remembrance of time and pain” (qtd. in Plumb xviii-xix). We shall see that readers from the 1930s to the present have found Nightwood simultaneously both too expressive and too cerebral. It is tempting to read Nightwood as some combination of revenge and catharsis for Barnes herself, although she clearly thought of it as something more. New Directions publisher James Laughlin, who reprinted Nightwood in 1946 in his New Classics series and kept it in print to the present day, remembers that the elderly Barnes “came into the ND office to tell me that the next printing of NIGHTWOOD was to be done on paper that would last for 1000 years. I called the dealers … but the best they could promise was 700 years” (Laughlin 19).
The most obvious biographical reading of Nightwood would be that it is essentially Djuna Barnes’s breakup album.
rereading my Masters thesis: delightful. remember when I was good at writing?
also… Nightwood as vagueblog?
there are like a million reasons I overidentify with Djuna Barnes but definitely one of them is that she expressed shock/discomfort with her own oversharing (“God knows…”) while demanding that it be preserved for 1,000 years.
Kathy Acker, Blood and Guts in High School # kathyacking #readingnotes as always w/Acker, hard to say what it all adds up to but damn I want to type up/photograph every page (at My brain)