#so many languages and genres

[camphorror]

Ik you can't really run "scientific" polls on tumblr but I tried replying to this for a hot minute but the categories are so weird that there's nothing to reply to

[bmpmp3]

how did i not know there was an amnesia: memories musical..... an entire decade ago...................................................

[jynjackets]

I finally watched The Creator and holy shit why didn’t any of you tell me it was going to be that beautiful

[scarefox]

already had to block one person .-.

[burningtacozombie]

if it was possible to even have a favorite song of his, mine would probably be Allegro Ventigo <3

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 28

"Je Suis Malade" by Lara Fabian

[an-asuryampasya]

thinking about recipes that taste different in every home, differing with each hand that makes it. how there can be so many different foods all sharing the same name, even within a single culture.

except not in a wow-cultural-variations-are-beautiful-way, but more along the lines of how they can inspire pure, distilled disappointment (or rage) in ways few other things in life can.

the dish stays the same, the ingredients stay the same, the cooking method stays the same - so you hear of [dish] and are briefly filled with hope and longing. bonus points if you're living away from home and you haven't had a chance to eat said dish for months or years. and!! here it is!! you've diligently avoided eating said dish at random restaurants over here because you just know (usually from prior experience) that they'll absolutely ruin it, so you're better off abstaining. or maybe it's the kind of dish that ISN'T available at restaurants, and your only hope is plotting and making friends with the right people that have family visiting in the vague hope that they're the kind to delight in plonking food into hands of "these students living all alone and so far from home :(" (nvm the fact that you saw said friend having the TIME of her life all this time because she's finally in a city with better food outlets than her hometown) (yes, I am aware that this is getting suspiciously specific at this point, shush)

so anyway, the food. it paid off! you put in the legwork and suffered through the appropriate number of awkward conversations with friends' parents who REALLY don't know you as well as they like to pretend they do, gave the right number of fake totally-not-awkward smiles, and now!! they're INSISTENT you join them for lunch because they brought [dish] from back home! and fuck, it's been literal MONTHS since you've had this last, AND they're from broadly the same culture as you so really, surely you can trust them to mean it when they call what they've brought [dish]. your eyes gleam and you agree, because oh man it's been so long and you just know it's going to be so good and the anTICIPATION is-

and then you take one bite and question your life's choices and experience a moment of unadulterated bafflement and abject loss because this was the first time you've had [dish] outside of your home and you didn't realise people used the same name for ATROCITIES like the kind you're attempting to eat now. it looks wrong, smells wrong, and tastes dreadfully wrong. this isn't [dish]. this isn't just a disappointment after all the build-up and hope you had. this is an insult. this is an embodiment of the sheer disrespect they have for the dish.

you realise then that ah, turns out disappointment actually DOES have a very distinct taste, and you just got acquainted with it. you wonder how they managed to ruin it so spectacularly. how!!! why???? literally WHAT lengths did they have to go to in order to manage to make [dish] taste so alien???

anyway, that feeling. few emotions I've experienced in life were as potent as that welling up of abject horror and sorrow as I tasted the first long awaited morsel of a beloved dish made in a different style (an objectively WRONG style /lh)

[olympain]

from 1st of january 2022, i’ve been on the quest to watch as many films as I can in under a year. i took up the 1 movie per day approach and some days it’s hard to commit to the effort but making it to 301 is considered a BIG WIN in my book.

[mistofstars]

When people ask what kind of music I'm listening to... Phew... 😂 Just some of the bands and musicians I'm listening to (of whom I have many albums for example or know more than 5 songs lol):

Rio Reiser. Blixa Bargeld. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Tom Waits. Depeche Mode. Massive Attack. The Streets. Primus. Nine Inch Nails. EAV. Münchener Freiheit. Jewel. Willie Nelson. Travis. Gloria. Radio Company. Donots. Evanescence. Linkin Park. Slipknot. Faun. Russian Circles. Mogwai. USS. Lissie. Blind Guardian. Nicki Nicole. Falco. Dead by Sunrise. The Rasmus. Muse. The Vines. Frazey Ford. Thirty seconds to Mars. Florence and the Machine. CCR. Creed. Spider Murphy Gang. Placebo. Fleetwood Mac. ACDC. Metallica. Stonesour. Beatsteaks. Kaiser Chiefs. Lily Allen. Jimmy Eat World. Weezer. ASP. Johnny Hollow. Oomph. Vast. Stereophonics. Fury in the Slaughterhouse. One Republic. Babyshambles. Limp Bizkit. Nirvana. Remy Zero. CardiB. Mahmood. Eivor. Suzan Köcher. The dead south. Kaleo. Tarkan. Agnes Obel. Poets of the Fall. Within temptation. Fozzy. Eminem. Eric Clapton. Lynyrd Skynyrd. ZZ Top. The devil makes three. Tamikrest.

...

And sometimes it's just plain techno or anything in between 😂😅

[nonbinaryeye]

Lets write theses about comics they* said, it will be fun they* said...

*The they in question is past me obviously.

[vynegar]

help i have such Opinions on translation now

[mortalityplays]

This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.

e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.

I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.

This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.

And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.

[cipheramnesia]

I would like to read it.

All I'm saying is Ridley Scott went out and hired the giant mutant genitals artist to design the Alien, and H.R. Giger delivered a monster with a giant penis head, a vulva-outline space ship, a birthing egg with an opening made of two crossed vaginas, a facefucking vagina monster fertilizer and a lil baby dick form that kills the host - the man 100% delivered on his artistic principles.

And because of this, it is just a little bit funny how the penis and vagina designs are enshrined in pop culture, forever being passed between creators who seem to less and less think for a minute that they're working with genital monsters and it turns most of the movie franchise and comics into an exercise in unintentional absurdity where a character can be fleeing from a rolling vulva like the boulder from Indiana Jones without a single shred of awareness or subtext.

[pynkhues]

Completely random question but do you like westerns? I recently watched Tombstone and surprised at how much I enjoyed it and by how few pieces of western genre content (TV, films, etc.) I see being made.

I do like Westerns! They're not my favourite genre, but I've watched a lot of them over the years because they're pretty fundamental to understanding cinema broadly. A lot of the very first feature films were a mix of adaptations of classic works (Les Miserables [1909], Dante's Inferno [1911], Oliver Twist [1912], etc.) or Westerns, with the first ever narrative feature actually being Australia's The Story of the Kelly Gang in 1906 followed by Hollywood's In Old California in 1910.

As a result, Westerns established a lot of cinema's tropes and visual language, so if you're at all interested in exploring cinema history, devoting some time to Westerns is, I think (as all my film theory lecturers beat into me, haha), vital.

I haven't seen Tombstone though, but funnily enough someone I know irl was talking about it recently, so I should check it out! My favourites are proooobably The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Heaven's Gate, High Noon, McCabe and Mrs Miller and The Big Country in terms of older ones, but more modern ones I'd say The Rider, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, Unforgiven, and to circle back to a modern Australian adaptation of that 1906 film, haha, The True History of the Kelly Gang are all ones really worth the watch.

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

charging my laptop for the first time in months just so i can make playlist folders on spotify 😭

[to-dance-beneath-the-diamond-sky]

i hate having to put on my talking to middle aged middle class white people voice