so the other day my girlfriend and i were at a thrift store looking at the books, and we found a copy of the princess by tennyson from around 1900 for like 2 dollars
here is the inscription on the front
so “unknown yet known” is a misquote of a bible verse (2 corinthians 6:9) which goes like “known yet regarded as unknown” and that whole bit is about like, keeping love in your heart despite hardship, which. ok. (also i’m not saying but i’m just saying do you like know her KNOW her in the biblical sense or does helen WANT TO but they haven’t yet??? ok i’m totally saying that’s what it means.)
now i don’t want to just yell GAY out of nowhere, but like, your unknown yet known friend? ladies? giving each other books with ambiguously gay dedications about love in the face of trials and suffering in the front?
so what’s this princess thing even about? wikipedia says:
The poem tells the story of an heroic princess who forswears the world of men and founds a women’s university where men are forbidden to enter.
okay, so let’s look at what passages in this book are underlined. (and we can’t tell who did the underlining, helen or emma. the inscription on the front is in pen, but the underlinings are in pencil, so who the fuck knows)
Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life, Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss
O hard, when love and duty clash!
'Alone,' I said, 'from earlier than I know, Immersed in rich foreshadowings of the world, I loved the woman: he, that doth not, lives A drowning life, besotted in sweet self, Or pines in sad experience worse than death, Or keeps his winged affections clipt with crime: Yet was there one through whom I loved her, one Not learnèd, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who looked all native to her place, and yet On tiptoe seemed to touch upon a sphere Too gross to tread, and all male minds perforce Swayed to her from their orbits as they moved, And girdled her with music. Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.’
Indeed I love: the new day comes, the light Dearer for night, as dearer thou for faults Lived over: lift thine eyes; my doubts are dead.
wow so in conclusion kate and i found a gay ladies book from the past and i’m really overwhelmed with emotions about it????
People always make Juliet out to be dumb in Romeo and Juliet, but I think she at least had some sense where Romeo didn't have much of any
Romeo:I was thinking about this chick earlier who I said I was in love with but now I love that girl over there that is very likely to either belong to my family's enemy or be close with my family's enemy as it is their party I am crashing
Juliet:I do not like being so young and forced into a relationship with an older man, but oh there's a cute guy more my age over there. And since he's here he must have been invited and is there for a reasonable love match for myself
Romeo:We should kiss right now at this party
Juliet:No that is a super dumb idea
Romeo:*kisses her anyway*
Juliet:That was dumb of you
Romeo:We should get married right now
Juliet:We don't know each other. Shouldn't we wait until at least a little time has passed?
Juliet:We're married now, so we have to try and make things better between our families.
Romeo:It seems I have killed your cousin and am now exiled.
Juliet:Ok so since Romeo fucked up I'm gonna fix this shit by taking a harmless sleeping liquid. He'll come and get me and we can go away together.
“He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette. “I can only truly love my dead best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.”—from Mallory Ortberg’s hilarious “Male Novelist Jokes.” (via internetexplorers)
modern day shakespeare adaptions that should exist
southern gothic macbeth. the bloody, brutal themes of the play in the suffocating atmosphere of the genre. the imagery of lady macbeth’s hands dripping with blood! the witches! macbeth’s madness when he believes the swamp has actually come to life to kill him! it’s like it was made for this play
political othello. make him secretary of defense or state. imagine a house of cards like environment. addresses issues of current racism and misogyny in politics, and Iago’s jealous/obsessive love for Othello with very clear homo-erotic undertones. like extremely explicit and how that translates in such a masculine setting to understand Iago’s intent.
police hamlet. hamlet senior as the deputy in nyc. his mysterious death draws his son home from stanford/harvard/what-have-you. a modern day noir-like detective mystery. emphasis on ophelia’s depression and subsequent decent into madness by popping too many pills. the way the “respectful” upper-class tear themselves apart splashed all across the media.
the tempest as lost.
titus andronicus as a proper horror movie, set in the current war in the middle east.
college midsummer nights dream. the fairyland is a popular night club. lots of dubstep music and drugs slipped in dark corners of the dance floor.
page 11 ”i sail, i fly, i indulge in various physical pursuits. i’m a very wealthy man, miss steele, and i have expensive and absorbing hobbies.” A DUDE WITH HIS OWN HELICOPTER?! my vagina exploded immediately. i would let a man with his own plane dog walk my ass, real talk. poor people can’t really fuck with rich people long term without somebody getting murdered, but would i have a tawdry affair with a dude who could whisk me away to his private island for months at a time? you bet your taco i would. also, i like the idea of a person with absorbing hobbies. i can’t date anyone who is going to fuck up my tv-watching time or interrupt my listening to podcasts in the shower for hours on end. go shoot something, my dude. get out your hang glide. back up off me for a minute. when a motherfucker lives in a studio apartment with two members of his disco ska band or whatever there is no room to get away from him when he is being annoying. with a rich dude you could just chill in the servants’ quarters for days at a time without his even knowing you’re there. and that is the sex, when i’m peeing in the jacuzzi in the guest house eating all his fruit roll-ups and homeskillet is too far away to know any better.
“The highlight of that experience was my mom calling to pry like, “So, what do you think of what Howard was saying? Sounds pretty interesting to me!” Like, that Howard Stern would somehow end up as part of my mom’s gentle harangue of ‘when are you going to get your life together.’”—BJ Novak on Mindy Kaling’s Interview with Howard Stern (via benkaling)
a musical where all of the songs are in the first act
the second act consists of reprises of the same songs, in reverse order, where every reprise is a dark ironic echo of the original version and it just gets more and more horrifying until the finale: a twisted, demented version of the opening number
Tonight after going to a bar by myself in work clothes and greasy hair, expecting to finish my bud light and chicken fingers and leave, I instead
1) get a drink bought for me by a group of guys across the bar who give me zero creepy glances and don’t attempt to talk to me
2) get sucked into a conversation with another group where I get told I sound “really smart” and “omg why aren’t you on grad school, you totally should, you are wasted on coral springs retail”
So despite an awful day of work where I felt like most of the booksellers I was on shift with were kind of losing their patience with me and I had a super bad vibe the whole night, I have to say that was a pretty good end to it.