#Michael Hecht

[stephen-king-deutschland]

Ausverkaufte Premiere von Misery in Schwetzingen

Misery in Schwetzingen Psychothriller von William Goldman nach dem Welterfolg „Sie“ von Stephen King Inszenierung: Joerg Mohr Premiere am 17. Februar 2024 Folgetermine mit verfügbaren Karten   01.03.2024 20:00 Uhr Karten bestellen 16.03.2024 19:00 Uhr Karten bestellen 13.04.2024 19:00 Uhr Karten bestellen Spielort: theater am puls Schwetzingen Es spielen: Michael Hecht, Irina Maier Wir…

[linusbenjamin]

Person of Interest 4.06 'Pretenders'

[violettesiren]

Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want.

The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.

Tonight there are people getting just what they need.

The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost.

When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over.

Tonight, there are people who are so happy, that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.

Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow. My hand trails in the water. I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.

September by Jennifer Michael Hecht

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"If there is no god - and there isn't - then we made up morality. And I'm very impressed."

-- Jennifer Michael Hecht

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want. The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving. Tonight there are people getting just what they need. The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost. When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over. Tonight, there are people who are so happy, that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow. Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow. My hand trails in the water. I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.

Jennifer Michael Hecht, September

[thishadoscarbuzz]

281 - Fair Game

We return to the work of Naomi Watts this week for a discussion on 2010's Fair Game. Costarring with Sean Penn for the third time in a decade, Watts starred as outed CIA agent Valerie Plame with the film detailing the leaking of Plame's identity amidst her husband Joseph C. Wilson's criticisms of the Bush administration. With Doug Liman taking the director's chair after a series of action films, the film is a surprisingly sober recounting of the Plame story and one of Hollywood's better offerings deconstructing that era of American culture. But despite launching the film at Cannes and Watts' solid performance, the film became yet another disappointment among the many political dramas of the period.

This week, we talk about the career of Liman, including the fraught production of The Bourne Identity. We also discuss Watts' period between her two Oscar nominations, the general landscape of Bush era politics and how few films successfully unpacked it well, and the relative box office disappointment of Edge of Tomorrow.

Topics also include Feud: Capote vs. The Swans, Bush administration names like "Scooter," and the National Board of Review's Freedom of Expression award.

The 2010 Academy Awards

The 2010 Cannes Film Festival

The National Board of Review Freedom of Expression Award

[milliondollarbaby87]

Stay (2005) Review

When Sam Foster a psychiatrist takes over the case of Henry Letham he must attempt to stop him from committing suicide while attempting to keep a grip on his own reality. ⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Untitled

[ifightpiranhas]

September Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want. The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving. Tonight there are people getting just what they need. The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost. When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over. Tonight, there are people who are so happy, that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow. Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow. My hand trails in the water. I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind. by Jennifer Michael Hecht

[alicefredrickson]

I guess I don’t mind being a lake being rippled. My eye likes some things. I try to make something my eye likes. I get nearer or farther from it. If I manage to get close, it feels good, like solving a puzzle.

-Jennifer Michael Hecht, On Creative Inspiration

[poem-today]

A poem by Jennifer Michael Hecht

September

Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want.

The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.

Tonight there are people getting just what they need.

The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost.

When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over.

Tonight, there are people who are so happy, that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.

Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow. My hand trails in the water. I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.

Jennifer Michael Hecht

September written and read by Jennifer Michael Hecht

[lispectadora]

Stay: A History of Suicide and the Philosophies Against It, Jennifer Michael Hecht

[starscelly]

i belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

matthew yeager, poem to first love / photo by sam hodde / "i love you" by dogbite / dal@vgk 2.25.23 / friedrich nietzsche, a letter to mathilde trampedach / photo by norm hall / megan noelle concepcion, "my best friend was my first love" / dallas stars, twitter / "p.u.n.k. girl" by heavenly / photo by sam hodde / t.l. martin, dancing in the dark / min@dal 4.19.23 / saniya kokab and m. asir ajmal, "perception of love in young adults" / min@dal 4.19.23 / photo by norm hall / jennifer michael hecht, love explained / keaton henson, grow up with me / mike leslie, twitter / "touch tank" by quinnie / dallas stars, twitter / fyodor dostoyevsky, the brothers karamazov / dallas stars, twitter / saniya kokab and m. asir ajmal, "perception of love in young adults" / photo by sam hodde / matthew yeager, poem to first love / franz kafka, letters to felice (caption)

[othellho]

Love Explained, Jennifer Michael Hecht

[april-is]

April 11, 2024: The Coffin Maker Speaks, Lisa Suhair Majaj

The Coffin Maker Speaks Lisa Suhair Majaj

At first it was shocking—orders flooding in faster than I could meet. I worked through the nights, tried to ignore the sound of planes overhead, reverberations shaking my bones, acid fear, the jagged weeping of those who came to plead my services. I focused on the saw in my hand, burn of blisters, sweet smell of sawdust; hoped that fatigue would push aside my labor's purpose.

Wood fell scarce as the pile of coffins grew. I sent my oldest son to scavenge more but there was scant passage on the bombed out roads And those who could make it through brought food for the living, not planks for the dead. So I economized, cut more carefully than ever, reworked the extra scraps. It helped that so many coffins were child-sized.

I built the boxes well, nailed them strong, loaded them on the waiting trucks, did my job but could do no more. When they urged me to the gravesite— that long grieving gash in earth echoing the sky's torn warplane wound— I turned away, busied myself with my tools. Let others lay the shrouded forms in new-cut wood, lower the lidded boxes one by one: stilled row of toppled dominoes, long line of broken teeth. Let those who can bear it read the Fatiha over the crushed and broken dead. If I am to go on making coffins, Let me sleep without knowledge.

But what sleep have we in this flattened city? My neighbors hung white flags on their cars as they fled. Now they lie still and cold, waiting to occupy my boxes. Tonight I'll pull the white sheet from my window. Better to save it for my shroud.

One day, insha'allah, I'll return to woodwork for the living. I'll build door for every home in town, smooth and strong and solid, that will open quickly in times of danger, let the desperate in for shelter. I'll use oak, cherry, anything but pine.

For now, I do my work. Come to me and I'll build you what you need. Tell me the dimensions, the height or weight, and I'll meet your specifications. But keep the names and ages to yourself. Already my dreams are jagged Let me not wake splintered from my sleep crying for Fatima, Rafik, Soha, Hassan, Dalia, or smoothing a newborn newdead infant's face. Later I too will weep. But if you wish me to house the homeless dead, let me keep my nightmares nameless.

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2023: Running Orders, Lena Khalaf Tuffaha 2022: April, Alex Dimitrov 2021: Dust, Dorianne Laux 2020: VI. Wisdom: The Voice of God, Mary Karr 2019: What I Didn’t Know Before, Ada Limón 2018: History, Jennifer Michael Hecht 2017: from Correspondences, Anne Michaels 2016: Mesilla, Carrie Fountain 2015: Dolores Park, Keetje Kuipers 2014: Finally April and the Birds Are Falling Out of the Air with Joy, Anne Carson 2013: The Flames, Kate Llewellyn 2012: To See My Mother, Sharon Olds 2011: Across a Great Wilderness without You, Keetje Kuipers 2010: Poem About Morning, William Meredith 2009: Death, The Last Visit, Marie Howe 2008: Animals, Frank O’Hara 2007: Johnny Cash in the Afterlife, Bronwen Densmore 2006: Anne Hathaway, Carol Ann Duffy 2005: Sleep Positions, Lola Haskins

[hanszoe]

on use of my translations: repost is fine as long as you do not edit or claim as your own. i would prefer to be credited in case someone has a question, but without is also fine.

on my art or writing: do not repost, edit, use on any social media profiles or claim as your own.

cause it keeps coming up: generally, i dislike levi and eruri fan centrism and believe it is inseparable from the reason why hansi was killed. please do not tag me in levi or eruri centric metas, especially not to use hansi as a comparison to their relationship. eruri is subtextually canon, and i believe isym had a responsibility to address it explicitly the same way he had a responsibility to address hansi's gender identity, but far too often is hansi ignored, sidelined, and regarded as less important by fans, and belittled and discredited by one of the men in the pairing. misogyny and transphobia are not negated by gay identity. i will always defend it, but too little do i see the same extended to femininity and genderqueerness. if levi being nonstraight is canon to you based on author commentary, hansi being genderqueer must also non-negotiably be so. i do not feel prejudice against any eruri fan nor do i dislike the pairing, but if you feel targeted by criticism of cispatriarchy then this blog is probably not for you.

-isayama has requested hansi's english pronouns be they/them ("avoid gendered pronouns") or "at least" he and she with equal frequency. using single gender for them is misgendering them (which kodansha usa and many other "official" sources do). -hansi's (smartpass) commentary on their romantic preferences is that "everyone sure likes that kind of topic".

if you're curious about my overall interpretation of parts of the narrative, please read my narrative analysis masterlist.

hansi-related masterlist: -name romanization (not my research) -estimated birth and training entry year (outdated, potentially contradicted by an unverified author comment) -everything gender related -starting DoF of a rack focus in the anime i chose to interpret as their uncorrected vision (myopic, assuming no astigmatism -3.0 sphere) (outdated) -ACTN3 genotype -dominant side phenotypes (outdated) -eye injury

translations -scenes of sheltering from rain volume 6 [originally 7] Nanaba & Hansi Zoe and discrepancies between my translation and the official english translation -hansi talking about being uncomfortable wearing a gendered uniform in the junior high spinoff -qna about hansi from the SnK 15th anniversary edition of Bessatsu Magazine

other -why is hansi depicted as fetishizing transfemininity in official material -what did isayama mean by "female in the anime"

poetry that reminds me of hansi -october by louise glück -september by jennifer michael hecht -the poem by franz wright -meditations in an emergency by cameron awkward-rich -straw house, straw dog by richard siken

[memecucker]

Anyway, Doubt: A History by Jennifer Michael Hecht is on archive.org and I strongly suggest people check it out for for an introduction to the history of critiques of religious authority (which ofc overlaps with but is not synonymous with atheism). Hecht was herself raised in a religious Jewish household before becoming atheist and while the book isnt about her she does mention her upbringing and how she finds herself identifying with some figures and movements from history as well