Hemotep
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April 1 – Samuel R. Delany, Aye, and Gomorrah…
“"Yes." She looked down. I glanced to see the expression she was hiding. It was a smile. "You have your glorious, soaring life—and you have us." Her face came up. She glowed. "You spin in the sky, the world spins under you, and you step from land to land, while we . . ." She turned her head right, left, and her black hair curled and uncurled on the shoulder of her coat. "We have our dull, circled lives, bound in gravity, worshiping you!" She looked back at me. "Perverted, yes? In love with a bunch of corpses in free fall!" Suddenly she hunched her shoulders. "I don't like having a free-fall-sexual-displacement complex."”
Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs - Fever To Tell
I thought of this album from the prompt largely for two reasons. The first because of Black Tongue found in the mortuary. And the second because I thought of Modern Romance. How despite that title the lyrics about how it's not a modern romance. And there is the play in the passage between two characters with one speaking of love, but it's clearly not love, it's a perversion of love. Delany is one of the most original and boundary transgressing authors I've ever read. All his work stuns me in the best ways when I read it because it's strange and familiar, shockingly so at one and the same time. I tried to bring him to campus once, but his agent told me that due to his age and health needs it costs a minimum of 15k for travel costs before his fee. So way out of my budget, but it at least wasn't in the realm of outrageously offensive fees that's a lot of semi famous folks have for invited talks.
“"Yes." She looked down. I glanced to see the expression she was hiding. It was a smile. "You have your glorious, soaring life—and you have us." Her face came up. She glowed. "You spin in the sky, the world spins under you, and you step from land to land, while we . . ." She turned her head right, left, and her black hair curled and uncurled on the shoulder of her coat. "We have our dull, circled lives, bound in gravity, worshiping you!" She looked back at me. "Perverted, yes? In love with a bunch of corpses in free fall!" Suddenly she hunched her shoulders. "I don't like having a free-fall-sexual-displacement complex."”
Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs - Fever To Tell
I thought of this album from the prompt largely for two reasons. The first because of Black Tongue found in the mortuary. And the second because I thought of Modern Romance. How despite that title the lyrics about how it's not a modern romance. And there is the play in the passage between two characters with one speaking of love, but it's clearly not love, it's a perversion of love. Delany is one of the most original and boundary transgressing authors I've ever read. All his work stuns me in the best ways when I read it because it's strange and familiar, shockingly so at one and the same time. I tried to bring him to campus once, but his agent told me that due to his age and health needs it costs a minimum of 15k for travel costs before his fee. So way out of my budget, but it at least wasn't in the realm of outrageously offensive fees that's a lot of semi famous folks have for invited talks.