bell hooks, cultural criticism — rap: authentic expression or market construct? (via ellesugars)
4am Train, Sri Lanka
Run a plank through the middle of this. Hang an elbow out the side of this, lean your chin and stare at some point in the distance, the obscure point every tired commuter in the world stares numbly towards, through the scratched window of whatever.
This is the 4am train.
Hang your head out every few kilometers. Pinch your eyes together. Tie your braids in two white ribbons, clip a tie on, your white socks above your black shoes, and walk these train tracks and walk these train tracks. And tie a cow to a fence and hang your laundry on the line and sling your arm over the back of your friend and laugh. And burn a pile of trash. And raise your smoke. And cross your legs in a plastic chair, and pedal a dingy white bicycle and rise from the earth and twitch your ears and shake your head and hang it from the window of the 4am train.
This week’s “Dear Polly” is pretty amazing. Havrilesky describes what has pretty much been the journey I’ve been on since tossing in the towel, moving across the planet and giving the full-time writing a go. Which is basically that I don’t want to do it, for the variety of reasons she highlights as well as some of my own. And guess what? The stuff I’ve written since getting off the career writing path and focusing on exactly what the hell I wanna write and what I have to say—it’s been waaaay better than anything I wrote while seeking validation/publication/applause/cookies.
I also love anyone who recommends people take responsibility of their own actions, and uses this much profanity.
Man, why are some people so attached to the idea of simplicity, of easy clear lines between things? They don’t exist.
The only thing this proves to me is that we’re all much more complex than “criminal” or “hero,” “good” or “bad.”