Song of the Day: ‘Aucun Express’ by Alain Bashung
An old college friend, that I maintain an online correspondence with, recently recommended that I read Men Explain Things to Me and swore that I would absolutely love it. As this felt like the umpteenth time that someone was recommending it to me, it seemed that I should follow their advice and read it.
Women’s liberation has often been portrayed as a movement intent on encroaching upon or taking power and privilege away from men, as though in some dismal zero-sum game, only one gender at a time could be free and powerful. But we are free together or slaves together. Surely the mindset of those of who think they need to win, to dominate, to punish, to reign supreme must be terrible and far from free. and giving up this unachievable pursuit would be liberatory.
In a short account designed for a broad Western audience, it is useful and even necessary to start with that question. Ever since the 1940s when national liberation movements emerged, there have been continual debates on this issue, many of them sharp and passionate. Continue reading
Song of the Day: ‘Across the Universe’ by The Beatles
There are some conversation staples that almost always occur. Minus the weather, politics, pseudo-economics, pseudo-philosophy, words such as ‘existentialist’ and ‘post-modern’ will find their way into even the most mundane conversation. The scenarios, the definitions, the examples, and even the concepts themselves are never cohesive. Sure enough, before you know it that very mundane conversation has evolved into a passionate diatribe about nothing of substance and everything of fluff. Continue reading
Song of the Day: ‘A Brief Interlude’ by Andrew Bayer
Rectangular shapes, round shapes, order and law.
It all looks so simple from above.
Immense structure of complexity.
Twelve actions per square metre per minute.
Eleven thoughts per square centimetre per second.
Ten fingers per person. Continue reading
Song of the Day: ‘La Fanette’ by Jacques Brel
Rock castle hidden deep in the woods.
Dark room, dungeon, hear the clanging plates?
Screaming, moaning, wrenching, oh so daunting!
Metal chains, drag on the wet floor, blood soaks.
Shadow of a man barely visible, barely alive.
Transparency is not for cracks in walls. Continue reading