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Songs Of Our Lives: Johnny Cash’s “Hurt” And The Stooges’ “Search And Destroy”
I’d put on headphones and stare at myself in the bathroom full-length mirror, pacing back and forth while silently mouthing the lyrics, hitting my chest in the faint hopes that the pure rage of the song could wake me up somehow, make me alive again.
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What are your Rumblr editors reading this week? Well…
Molly: I just started Renata Adler’s Speedboat on the train this morning. I’m reading this book for book club, but also to be honest I picked this book for book club. It is episodic in a way I find lovely, that has it’s own strange momentum. I am still whirling over these first few lines:
Nobody died that year. Nobody prospered. There were no births or marriages. Seventeen reverent satires were written—disrupting a cliche and, presumably, creating a genre.
Claire: I’ve been very slowly working my way through the stories in Lydia Davis’s Varieties of Disturbance; they’re too small and smart and polished for me to read too many at once. Right now I’m in the middle of “Mrs. D and Her Maids,” and it’s so funny and so full, it’s such a great pleasure to watch Lydia Davis’s brain whirring along at this brilliant speed.
Lucy: I am reading Lincoln Cushing’s All of Us Or None, a compendium of social justice–related posters from the Bay Area. In 1977, the Oakland Museum of California began acquiring some 200 posters from activist Michael Rossman. Many of the prints, silkscreens, and paintings are hilarious (“Women Invented Cheese”), others terrifying (a classic Saturn-chewing-on-his-children image over the words “Amerika is Devouring Its Children”), but all are artful. Forever a center of envelope-pushery, the protest art to come out of the Bay Area is, like the place, impassioned, unexpected, and often quite beautiful.
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The name evokes the old gods. Something exaggerated beyond all common knowledge or sense. His name in the Japanese is Gojira, a combination of gorira (gorilla) and kujira (whale). A gorilla-whale. Or an alligator in the guise of a god.
He is a manifestation of fears, meant to evoke terror. After all, what does one do to stop an elder god or an ancient dinosaur reawoken? How does one stop an alligator-lizard with atomic breath and scales hardened by waves of radiation? How does one stop a gorilla-whale?
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The New York Comics Symposium: Victor Kerlow And Tahneer Oksman - The Rumpus.net
He took a random panel from a 1950s anti-smoking comic, the kind of preachy story where an older brother bullies his younger brother into smoking a cigarette, and then built a completely new story around it. The protagonist, a young guy with writhing green tentacles for a head, occupies every panel and simply describes what happened to him.
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Here’s today’s Daily GIF!
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“War defined my entire childhood and youth and most of my adulthood too—and in the US, it continues to do so since we are, after all, a country at war… This country is at war in Afghanistan and Iraq, and how many of us know soldiers? …In Sri Lanka, it was different. It is a small island, and the war affected everybody. Everybody knew somebody who was killing or being killed. The suicide bombers—in the capital city, etc.—makes it hard to insulate oneself from it.” —The Rumpus Book Club Discussion with Ru Freeman, author of On Sal Mal Lane
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“ We are used to hearing that our loved ones have forgotten. There has to be a metaphorical way to fictionalize it, but I would rather meditate on what has happened. She does not remember me → I remember her → When I think about calling, I remember that she has forgotten me.
What is this gap between her erased memory and mine that is intact?
”—0–9 by Lauren Eyler
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