This made me think of how my teen daughter's playlists blends with mine, so intermittently, I get to hear her music. Now every time I hear Mitski, I think of her. And now I love Mitski, too.
I'm slowly catching up on all your recent posts (you are soo quick with them, I don't know how you manage to write this much!!!) and this one is just so relatable and well-written. I truly loved reading it and I share all your opinions, the love we feel is declined in so many ways! I truly hope things work out for the best with her though☺️😉🥰
Oh my, Gor you have captured my feelings about my new love and I. I could never have realized it was happening if I hadn’t read this this morning. Ty from the bottom of my heart! Never stop! 💜
if (whoever this is meant for) DOES NOT SCREAM ‘modernity has failed us, but i’d love it if we made it’ IN YOUR FACE then i’m going to beat her up 😭😭😭😭😭
I think it’s sweet how we tend to carry the beings we love within us.
If you think about it, our favorite characters seep into us from movies, books, memories. In a way, we’re all just made of the things we’ve come to love.
What I love about this piece is how perfectly it layers over discussions of the devastation that happens to people when their language is erased, when words become commodified and stories vanish. We use words to create beautiful works of art like this, and then have moments where language is expressed to be nothing more than a pile of shit that someone pretended to leave at your feet but callously mocks you while cleaning it up ("hey man jfc can't you take a joke"). I am reminded of Lupe Fiasco's 'Words I Never Said' and Audre Lorde's urgent message willing us all to stop being silent. It also reminds me of languages that do not use words; it's only syntax, it's only silence. How my dog will never be able to verbalize that he loves me, or for me to communicate effectively in dog the way I love him. But somehow we meet in the middle and the love is no lesser for it. The way preverbal children understand devastating loss in their bodies before memories even form. It's the practice of doing beautiful things, even if only we can see the beauty in them, that is not only art, but liberation. You clearly have a gift. Keep writing, keep loving, keep expanding. No act of liberation, however small, is ever wasted. Also, Kurt Vonnegut comes to mind: "Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?"
i’m going to pretend i didn’t reread this seven times
ahahah, it's not that good
This made me think of how my teen daughter's playlists blends with mine, so intermittently, I get to hear her music. Now every time I hear Mitski, I think of her. And now I love Mitski, too.
this is so cute. I love mitski <3
this is beautiful! reminds me of when my 3 wk talking stage deleted our blend and blocked me on spotify (i still think abt him)
ahh, it will get better megan, it will
god i wish she reads this, must be so grateful <333
I smiled as I read the whole thing
DUDE HOW ARE ALL YOUR POSTS SOOOOOOOO DAMN WELL-TITLED!! Let me read it. You write so well. I aim to write like you one day fr.
aw, sweetest
I had goosebumps reading this. I'm enjoying this too much.
GOSH I NEVER EVER SKIPPED IF YOU ARE THE AUTHOR
This is so beautiful and I am so blessed to have that kind of love in my life!!
I'm slowly catching up on all your recent posts (you are soo quick with them, I don't know how you manage to write this much!!!) and this one is just so relatable and well-written. I truly loved reading it and I share all your opinions, the love we feel is declined in so many ways! I truly hope things work out for the best with her though☺️😉🥰
Oh my, Gor you have captured my feelings about my new love and I. I could never have realized it was happening if I hadn’t read this this morning. Ty from the bottom of my heart! Never stop! 💜
you look so alive, do you fancy sitting down with me, maybe?
I DON'T WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND, I WANNA KISS YOUR NECK
if (whoever this is meant for) DOES NOT SCREAM ‘modernity has failed us, but i’d love it if we made it’ IN YOUR FACE then i’m going to beat her up 😭😭😭😭😭
you better beat her up then, cause she is ignoring me like CRAZY
I think it’s sweet how we tend to carry the beings we love within us.
If you think about it, our favorite characters seep into us from movies, books, memories. In a way, we’re all just made of the things we’ve come to love.
But the people, they linger the most.
this sounds like how jim would talk about pam TT loved and felt every word! <3
What I love about this piece is how perfectly it layers over discussions of the devastation that happens to people when their language is erased, when words become commodified and stories vanish. We use words to create beautiful works of art like this, and then have moments where language is expressed to be nothing more than a pile of shit that someone pretended to leave at your feet but callously mocks you while cleaning it up ("hey man jfc can't you take a joke"). I am reminded of Lupe Fiasco's 'Words I Never Said' and Audre Lorde's urgent message willing us all to stop being silent. It also reminds me of languages that do not use words; it's only syntax, it's only silence. How my dog will never be able to verbalize that he loves me, or for me to communicate effectively in dog the way I love him. But somehow we meet in the middle and the love is no lesser for it. The way preverbal children understand devastating loss in their bodies before memories even form. It's the practice of doing beautiful things, even if only we can see the beauty in them, that is not only art, but liberation. You clearly have a gift. Keep writing, keep loving, keep expanding. No act of liberation, however small, is ever wasted. Also, Kurt Vonnegut comes to mind: "Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?"