at its plainest: i could use some attention
“My hopes for a relationship with her were wholly unreal, whereas my ongoing misery, and frustration, were an all-too-horrible reality. Was groundless, hopeless romantic obsession any way to waste the rest of my life?”
—Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
First Look at Miyazaki’s New Manga
The 72-year-old legend, Hayao Miyazaki, has said to retire after his latest film, The Wind Rises, releases. Well, The Wind Rises was released in June of Japan and will release early next year in the United States, but it seems like Miyazaki is enjoying his “retirement,” by working on something new: a manga based off of samurai in the Warring States era of Japan. No word on this manga releasing soon, but it’s a promising bit of info for those wanting more from Miyazaki, post-directing!
|—||Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss (via wilfordlauren)|
1. My mind is fugitive
2. …disembodied souls hanging in crystals…
3. Contrition in me is largely imperfect.
4. My thanksgiving is never in the form of self-sacrifice.
5. The love of God is the business of reason, not emotion.
6. The nearness of things only comes after death.
7. I don’t want to have invented my faith to satisfy my weakness.
8. Every virtue must be vigorous.
9. The only way to live right is to give up everything.
10. I don’t want to be doomed to mediocrity in my feeling for Christ.
11. I want to feel. I want to love.
12. Hell is our only hope. Without it we are a wasteland.
13. The majesty of my thoughts this evening!
14. The Protestant has to think. The Catholic to submit
15. No one can be an atheist who does not know all things.
16. Only God is an atheist.
17. The devil is the greatest believer and he has his reasons.
18. Today I have proved myself a glutton—for Scotch oatmeal cookies and erotic thought. There is nothing left to say of me.
(These could also work as potential chapter titles for my autobiography There Is Nothing Left To Say of Me by Sufjan Stevens.)
Edvard Munch (1863-1944), Consolation
I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I’ve ever seen before.
I couldn’t say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…”
I couldn’t say that because you don’t look like Jane Fonda at all.
I finally ended up describing you as a movie I saw when I was a child in Tacoma Washington. I guess I saw it in 1941 or 42, somewhere in there. I think I was seven, or eight, or six.
It was a movie about rural electrification, a perfect 1930’s New Deal morality kind of movie to show kids. The movie was about farmers living in the country without electricity. They had to use lanterns to see by at night, for sewing and reading, and they didn’t have any appliances like toasters or washing machines, and they couldn’t listen to the radio. They built a dam with big electric generators and they put poles across the countryside and strung wire over fields and pastures.
There was an incredible heroic dimension that came from the simple putting up of poles for the wires to travel along. They looked ancient and modern at the same time.
Then the movie showed electricity like a young Greek god, coming to the farmer to take away forever the dark ways of his life. Suddenly, religiously, with the throwing of a switch, the farmer had electric lights to see by when he milked his cows in the early black winter mornings. The farmer’s family got to listen to the radio and have a toaster and lots of bright lights to sew dresses and read the newspaper by.
It was really a fantastic movie and excited me like listening to the Star Spangled Banner, or seeing photographs of President Roosevelt, or hearing him on the radio “… the President of the United States… “
I wanted electricity to go everywhere in the world. I wanted all the farmers in the world to be able to listen to President Roosevelt on the radio….
And that’s how you look to me.
who is napoleon
So when we first started dating more than a decade ago, Sarah and I had to hand out Halloween candy at her boss’s house, and because her boss lived in a very fancy neighborhood, there were a lot of fancy Halloween costumes.
And one kid—maybe eight years old—came dressed as Napoleon. Little dude looked exactly like Napoleon head to toe. Perfect costume.
All the other kids he was with came up and said “Trick or Treat!” And then little Napoleon made his way up the stairs and reaching into the huge candy bowl, he looks at Sarah and says, “L’etat c’est moi.”
And Sarah says, “That’s a quote from Louis XIV, not Napoleon.”
And I was in love.