Where was I? I think I missed closing a parenthetical there. Fuck it.
Oh, I wrote an addendum to the last post, at the bottom of the post, with some links. I've agreed to let Thought Catalog republish the post, after some thought of my own. So there's that. I guess the first excerpt from Heroines out in the world. I've definitely been thinking a lot since all of this Marie Calloway hullabaloo, thinking about the sex/post-f's book Slapping Clark Gable that I wrote a proposal for last month, it's currently being read by an agent, although I wonder whether I will ever have an agent, perhaps there's something untouchable about my writing, perhaps that's okay, and it needs to remain that way. But the book will deal with fucking and rape fantasy and romance novels and Sasha Grey and Last Tango in Paris and Gone with the Wind and Joyce Carol Oates and the rhetoric behind SlutWalk and Marina Abramovic/other gorgeous performance artists, and the novels of Kathy Acker and Elfriede Jelinek, and...etc....Basically looking at the messiness of my current, and other's contemporary feminisms, the messiness of our desires.
Oh, I was thinking maybe I should start my own online journal, maybe in place of FFIMS, which I wonder if it's run its course, for me. Like my own attempt at Thought Catalogue or HTML Giant or New Inquiry (the journal not-referenced, consistently referenced around this whole MC hullabaloo). About pop culture, literature, politics, etc. A public intellectual journal, with a feminist/queer slant/attention, or at least consciousness. More formalized/finished essay pieces. Reviews, long-form essays. Highlighting what I see as a new form of criticism, not the old traditional academic guard. I don't know. It sounds like a lot of work. But that's what I've been thinking today. Thoughts on this? I would do it if I meditated on it and realized there was a need for it in the culture. To represent and meditate on subcultures and mainstream culture. There is Montevidayo, one of my favorite sites, with beyond brilliant critics (I wrote a list in Heroines of my favorite online essayists, and realized later a good quarter of them publish on that space), but often the conversation there, however rigorous, turns back to the question of aesthetics, often poetry, which is needed and necessary, etc., but I'm interested perhaps in an inquiry that goes outwards, as opposed to inwards. Does that make sense?
meditating on various boys' clubs, when coming in over the transom...Helen Frankenthaler, RIP. I think she was one of my favorite Abstract Expressionists.This is her "Red Sea."