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josephsk said: What if they'd told a bunch of teen singers "it's you! You have sole control of the soundtrack for the next hunger game movie!" But then when you show up to the studio they make you fight everyone else for it as a thematic link to the story


how do you know that wasn’t what happened..


Sylvia and Ted “interrupted in a spat,” Chalot Square, London, July 25, 1960 photographed by Hans Beacham for a portfolio of images of British writers

"They were sullen. Hughes was rude. He was going to get more attention than she, and she didn’t like that while he did. He invited me outside and told me I needed to know that he loathed photographers". Hughes particularly wanted to keep Plath out of the way. "His wish, of course, forced me to photograph them together", Beacham said; and later; Hughes acknowledged that he had been "an ogre."

—Diane Middlebrook, Her Husband: Hughes and Plath-a Marriage, 2003

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit, all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via fleurlungs)

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Nicki Minaj speaking on why she hired Vlogger Beat Face Honey as her personal makeup artist

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Seeking contributions for Working Class Queers zine #2 | Facebook 


Wanna contribute to Working Class Queers #2? Full info via the above link, including examples of the writing some folk have already sent in, or scroll down below for those of you not on Fb. Some inspiring submissions in so far! There is no theme for issue #2, though rage seems to be a predominant theme in the submissions I’ve had so far. Don’t be afraid to vent, queers – anger can be radical, necessary and productive! Some suggested subjects: #poordoors.

♥ Now accepting submissions for #2 of Working Class Queers! ♥

About Working Class Queers:

WCQ is a zine series about being queer and working class, and how those things (and others) intersect. WCQ #1 debuted at Queer Zine Fest London 2013.

You don’t have to be queer or working class to support this project – we welcome allies! – though you have to be both to submit to the zine.

About submitting to WCQ #2:

Submissions from all genders are welcome. The zine is UK centric by circumstance rather than design – submissions are open to w/c queers worldwide.

Max word count per piece is 500 (there may be room for more if you really need it - msg me). If yr a w/c queer of few words, and can say what you need to in one short paragraph/sentence, that’s cool too! Also happy to receive art/illustrations/comic strips (and/or text), be it hand-drawn, computer generated or a scanned in.

There is no theme for issue #2, though working class rage seems to be a predominant theme in the submissions I’ve had so far. Anger and rage can be radical! Don’t be afraid to vent. Also, it may help all you ponderers to know that people who submitted to issue #1 wrote about the following: what it means to be poor, queer, fat, immigrant, crip/disabled, marginalized, struggling, at-risk, policed, punk, intellectual, proud. They wrote about their experiences of class hierarchies in queer/feminist circles; about slang and accents; about the pwning and appropriation of DIY scenes; about queer complicity in gentrification; about the necessity of calling people up on their shit and about how poetry, books and libraries saved them.

If you grew up using slanguage and still use that ish (I did/do), don’t edit it out! Also, don’t worry about grammar etc. This is a comma fucker-free space.

Rough working deadline is Aug 30th 2014 (but this may be extended depending on all the usual life stuff: work, time, resource, schedules etc) so send me yr stuff as soon as you like. Msg me if yr struggling/unsure/new to zineing and I’ll see what I can do to help.


Here’s an excerpt from deathtothefascistinsect's excellent piece for Working Class Queers #2, Chippy Scraps.

We eat chips, we do menial work, we hold grudges against our betters. I’m learning about being chippy at the same time as my own class identity is coming into focus. Today I found out that sometimes a sex worker is called a chippy, that makes sense.

Positivity is a word I dislike because it flattens the ambiguity and ambivalence that is central to being human, and guilt-trips those who insist on negativity. Positivity is a Tool of The Man, a means of keeping us in our places, of preventing us from baring our teeth, of making us docile and grateful. The academic Sara Ahmed has been exploring what it is to be a killjoy from the perspective of the feminist, the immigrant, the queer. Killjoys stare blankly at positivity. Chippy is part of this conversation too, a different way of saying similar things, perhaps it brings in class. Chippy is a problem because we should just be nice to each other and pretend that the inequality that is staring us both in the face does not exist. It’s not nice to be chippy, it’s too disruptive and impolite. Things must be kept smooth. Your silence is smooth to me. Be cool. There’s no reason to hold a grudge, it’s all in your mind. Look how kindly I am to you. It’s nothing to do with me. Stay positive! Cheer up! Smile!

These people are lucky that all they get from me is a bad thought, a look across my face, side-eye, a pursed lip, a feeling of distance, distrust. They’re lucky that I don’t burn down their places, trash everything they own and chase them down the street. I try and remember this when I am on the receiving end. All the things I could do! More if I joined together with other chippy people! Remember the guillotine! Even so, they begrudge the chip.”


Saturday Chores #8, Saturday, July 26, 2014.

The early birds.

For Willis, if your revolutionary thinking didn’t accurately reflect reality, it couldn’t change reality. In her version of liberation, sexual revolutionaries aren’t smug, performative hedonists who play out their fantasies in villas on Mustique; they wonder instead how thin the line is between courage and delusion while drinking coffee alone in their apartments or sitting on benches outside the Laundromat. And rock writers don’t turn their prose up to 11 to compete with the bands they’re covering, or get so bound up in the role of gnomic wizard that they can’t just shrug their shoulders and say, as Willis did, well, I was wrong about the Ramones; they admit to communing with what she called “the screaming teenager” inside. To Willis, acknowledging the real meant acknowledging that we are minds connected to bodies, and that what may not seem real at all — the unconscious and the psyche — are very powerful forces. Nearly every piece is a reminder that the culture we live in, even when we don’t profess its prevailing beliefs, has an effect on the psyche; that we internalize expectations even when we think we’re free; that we need to gather in groups to change our minds and the minds of others, because otherwise we stand alone in our pain and confusion, thinking that we’re the problem.

I took Speedy Ortiz comic shopping for NME and we made this lovely film (that freeze frame tho, so sorry)


A friend asked me for Cornwall holiday tips earlier and I got a bit carried away. Figured it might be worth sharing (unexpurgated, because tumblr).
imho the very best town in Cornwall, but I might be biased from all the hours I spent dancing in Shades (RIP)
Beerwolf: amazing pub with a bookshop inside it, lethally cheap books and ales
Picnic: best coffee in town
Dolly’s Tea Room: enjoyably mad place for cocktails/dinner/afternoon tea
The Townhouse: classy, beautifully designed hotel with a great bar
Harbour Lights: best fish and chips in town, go there over Rick Stein’s place even though he’s famous…
Gyllyngvase Beach/Cafe: beautifully clear beach for swimming. warning: these guys are everywhere in cornwall right now! but they don’t sting (though they are terrifying, I got a foot away from one without realising!). You can walk to Swanpool from Gylly, another lovely beach.
the Chain Locker: brilliant old pub, low ceilings, craggy corridors, generally attracts pirate-like old men
Hand: excellent speciality beer pub at the top of the town (nb check the prices before you order as you might accidentally end up with an £8 beer if you don’t check)
Glendugan Garden is a beautiful, huge National Trust garden with a sweet cafe, a maze, and a beautiful little village/beach at the bottom
the Ferryboat Inn is a slightly pricy but great pub with an incredible view - there you’re out on the Helford River, where lots of slebs have their country piles
Flushing: gorgeous little fishing village across the bay from Falmouth, very chi-chi, great beach and pier for jumping off, if you’re into that kind of thing
Ponsanooth: this is where my parents live, it has great woods, inside which there’s an old gunpowder factory
Penryn is very charming but perhaps a bit limited
St Mawes
you can take a car ferry from near Truro across the river (which in itself is beautiful and worth doing) to St Mawes, which is yet another beautiful fishing town, quite fancy
St Agnes
A properly Cornish mining village. Several great beaches, super pubs, great old houses to perve at, stunning cliffs, etc. worth an afternoon’s roaming.
If you’re not there long I wouldn’t necessarily recommend Truro. It’s the main town but it’s mostly quite dull shops and old ladies walking very slowly. Nice cathedral and lovely cinema (where I worked) though.
If bike riding’s your thing the Bissoe bike trail is good, you can hire bikes there
Godrevy: another huge beautiful beach
Porthtowan: ditto, with a quite good bar on the beach, The Blue Bar
St Ives
Ridiculously beautiful seaside town, very touristy this time of year, but in a good way (not like Newquay, which is gross, would not recommend). strong art history - there’s the Barbara Hepworth house, the Tate St Ives
If you go there, on the way there’s a great restaurant/deli called Scarlett Wines
I wouldn’t recommend Penzance (the biggest town right down the south) - it has some nice architecture but is otherwise pretty limited. but there’s lots of great places nearby:
Perranuthnoe: a lovely little village with a huge beach. you can take long cliff walks to the left or right of the beach, they run for miles. if you go to the left, you get to Prussia Cove, which is insanely gorgeous and where they filmed Ladies In Lavender, that charming if slightly weird film about Judi Dench falling in love with Daniel Bruhl. In the village there are great places to eat - the Peppercorn, the Beach Cabin
Minack Theatre: this is a theatre carved into the side of a cliff. it is stupidly beautiful:
the productions can be pretty hit and miss so maybe don’t bother with those, but you can go during the day when there’s nothing on and climb all over the stage, get your thespian on. nice cafe
Newlyn and Mousehole (pronounced “mOWzul”) are both beautiful little fishing villages. Warning: parking in them at this time of year is a NIGHTMARE. last time I went to Mousehole, on John’s first trip to Cornwall, I was driving us through the village, we hit a traffic jam, a man came and knocked on the window and told us we had to back up because “a lorry’s driven into an ‘ouse”. actually Newlyn has the art school/gallery, lots of nice works and storied artists
Marazion: very similar to Newlyn and Mousehole but it has St Michael’s Mount, a little island close to shore that you can walk to when the tide’s out and take the water ferry when it comes back in. there’s a big stately home there and it was made by a giant called Cormoran, just fyi. There’s a rock that’s said to be his heart… 
Trengwainton House: fancy stately home with huge beautiful gardens
The Lizard peninsula is beautiful, there’s a lighthouse, it’s where Gram Parsons went to dry out. Didn’t work, but no slight against its charms.
Gwithian is a vast, wonderful beach
The Eden Project: the world’s biggest greenhouse. extremely stunning/fun/educational, it’s situated inside an old clay pit. good food options. it’ll be busy this time of year but I think it’s worth it.
Polzeath/Port Isaac/Fowey (pronounced foy) are all nice northern fishing towns. they are all much of a muchness but if you want to mooch, eat fish and chips (and a cream tea! definitely get a cream tea), you can’t go wrong with any of them
Padstow: very touristy posh fishing village, nicknamed Padstein because Rick Stein has over-colonised it a bit with restaurants and crap gift shops


Fall in love with someone who treats you like kanye treats kanye

Fuck fear. Fuck making your [work] worse to make it appeal to a larger group of people at a less intense level.

The National - Mistaken For Strangers - Uncut.co.uk 

Over 16 months since I first saw it, I ended up reviewing MFS for Uncut. No shit Sherlock alert: I like it a lot.

Feel lucky to have seen this tonight, if only in a cinema!

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