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Very explicit book. Talks about a lot of fetishes that some people may find gross or not be into.
I think it was alright. I personally preferred the author's insights to his sex history.
Maybe I’ve forgotten him because I wrote about him; I’ve always thought that writing about someone is the kiss-off. Nabokov, in Speak, Memory, was apprehensive about writing about his nanny since he liked revisiting her in his thoughts and he knew once he’d committed her to print, he’d lose her. Some people wonder why I’ve not written about them. If they’re a current part of my life, I need to keep them on life support; my husband is Michael Carroll, whom I’ve been with since 1995. I’ve never written about him; he’s too precious to me. My recent fiction is less autobiography and more thought experiment. I assemble my monsters from stolen body parts (his nape, her stutter). Often I want to lead the reader to a better (more compassionate, more forgiving, bolder, more loving) world by picturing it as if it already existed; George Meredith called that process “moral sculpture.”
audiobook. old gay guy's sex memoir. i must consume all things gay :3
Baldwin's haunting and controversial second novel is his most sustained treatment of sexuality, and a …
good book. pretty tragic. i liked it better than "swimming in the dark"
Baldwin's haunting and controversial second novel is his most sustained treatment of sexuality, and a …
mentioned many times in "Swimming in the Dark." So far, I already like it better.
Poland, 1980. Shy, anxious Ludwik has been sent along with the rest of his university …
just kind of okay. the book isn't bad but never really felt that invested in the relationship in it.
unsure exactly when i started but i did. after reading a book on haskell, i thought it would be helpful to read a book specifically about functional application design.
i also feel like less of an imposter when i read computer science books ^~^
Poland, 1980. Shy, anxious Ludwik has been sent along with the rest of his university …
Audiobook. Gay love story that takes place in State Socialist Poland. Reason I'm reading is prolly p self-explanatory
A new way of seeing the essential systems hidden inside our walls, under our streets, and all around us
Infrastructure …
A dark, unflinching haunted house novel that takes readers from the well of the literary …
Cool ass book. Queer as hell and edgy and gross and awesome. Would definitely read another Alison Rumfitt though next maybe another Jenny Hval or maybe other.
A dark, unflinching haunted house novel that takes readers from the well of the literary …
transgressive fiction. begins with a guattari quote. i found alison rumfitt via the z-library wikipedia page. the last part amuses me because she seems v critical theory and i didn't find her by way of that.
Jo is in a strange new country for university, and having a more peculiar time …
Content warning nsfw
One of the girls turned her head towards the other and said, ‘Let me tell you a fairy tale,’ and the other girl nodded. So the first continued:
‘I’ll tell you the fairy tale of the apple. Eve ate the apple, and then Adam came and did so too. Afterwards the apple was forgotten, and it was assumed that it rolled away in the grass while Adam and Eve were chased out of the garden. But that’s not true, because secretly the apple rolled in between Eve’s legs, scratched open her flesh and burrowed into her crotch. It stayed there with the white bite marks facing out, and after a while the fruit-flesh started to shrivel, and mould threads grew from the edges of the peel. The mould threads became pubic hair and the bite mark became the slit between the labia. Soon all of Eden followed the apple’s example and started to decompose and rot, and since then this has happened in all gardens and everything in nature, and honey mushrooms came into existence, and rot and parasites and beetles arose. But the apple was first, and it never stops rotting, it just gets blacker. The apple has no end, just like this fairy tale.’
— Paradise rot by Jenny Hval
^ the conspiracy that's being concealed from us all
Jo is in a strange new country for university, and having a more peculiar time …
started the audiobook a little while ago, it's very strange but i enjoyed it. it's a pretty gross book about decay, a poorly upkept house (full of fungi, insects, etc.) and people melting into one another. Also, there is a lot of urine in this book for some reason. it's also lesbian as hell. i am glad i listened to it, i should listen to some of jenny hval's music :3
“Thus it is not surprising that the distinction we were seeking was not between assemblages and something else but between two limits of any possible assemblage, in other words between the system of strata and the plane of consistency. We should not forget that the strata rigidify and are organized on the plane of consistency, and that the plane of consistency is at work and is constructed in the strata, in both cases piece by piece, blow by blow, operation by operation. (TP 337, emphasis added)”
This is perhaps the most succinct statement in A Thousand Plateaus of the basic thesis of this guide. Deleuze and Guattari do not see their task as one of sorting assemblages into “good” rhizomatic assemblages and “bad” arborescent assemblages. Rhizome and tree, consistency and organization, change and stasis—all of these oppositions are the two opposed limits of any assemblage. Perceptual semiotics consists in seeing the ways in which different assemblages construct and map out this opposition.
— Deleuze and Guattari's a Thousand Plateaus by Brent Adkins
yup
From Deleuze and Guattari’s perspective, asking what is “innate” already presupposes too much. In particular, it presupposes an answer to the question of consistency, an arborescent answer. The innate/acquired dichotomy presupposes a rigid boundary between an organism and its environment, rather than supposing that an organism is a “selection of the exterior” and that the environment is a “projection of the interior.”
— Deleuze and Guattari's a Thousand Plateaus by Brent Adkins
i like that conception.
