This: "Oh my fucking god, the fake piety of “forgiveness” this and “humble” that. The fake piety that comes swaddled in soft cashmere scarves like an endless video of Gwyneth Paltrow selling products for “self care.” - so good.
It took me a minute to figure out the essence of what moved me about your writing today. Some of the phrases are great, but the idea of fake apologies makes me ill, as if we can't tell the difference. There is no apology for words and deeds. For things I have done and said unconsciously I have tried to learn, and for what others have done I have also learned how not to be. What apology? Change, do differently or don't. But I love, love what Tig said, her face bathed in happiness, "You're shocked! Imagine how I feel." That is how I feel about my life at the age of 71.
The problem with Pit Bull is that he apologized for the wrong thing. He put himself in the center of the incident, as if his estimation of my writing was the thing I cared about. He didn't apologize for firing me with a bogus reason. After me, most of the long term people at the Voice were fired for one reason or another to cut costs.
I love how stripped of cant your site is. I am sick of the humble pie women writers, artists, and creatives must eat to be thrown crumbs. It is wearing and infuriating. Nice to have someone not afraid to uncloak and tell the truth of our experiences over the long run. What is a puzzle to quote the king and me--is that we can't seem to get past the gatekeepers, be they penis head women or actual dicks. There's a glimmer here or there. In the case of visual artists, the youthful gallery dealers are galloping in and drooling as they anticipate the nearing deaths of some of the older women artists who have followed their calling into their 80s and 90s so they can cash in on selling the estates.
Does that sound cynical? Sit down beside me as Alice Paul said, and I will fill your little ears with even more experiences, NOT to be humble about having survived.
It feels wrong to try and reduce this to words, but oh how I love your perspective, point of view, way of thinking and writing, experiencing. But please, don't care about that. Ha!!!
I'm still thinking about that Steve Martin documentary, and so is my husband Shawn, because he brought it up to me today. I can relate a little to the indifference that comes from family, or feeling like an outsider, longing for that support in artistic endeavors. That's why friendship and writer peers are so important. I send those messages and updates to my friends because it's nice to have the accountability and to be seen. I thought it was a beautiful documentary. It's making me think alot about art and loneliness. I have a friend who auditioned for him once, did his play reading, and she said how quiet, how removed he was, which I always wondered about. I'm glad he's found happiness.
"There are never any laurels in a life, not really. That’s why all those tribute gatherings come across like a funeral you can’t laugh at. There is only the work of now and the aliveness of now, according to Steve, and I’m with him"
"It's a gorgeous moment that rides the anarchy of the human heart with the deepest pleasure."
amazing quotes.. worth getting a tattoo. anyone reading click my profile pic, i hope that quote applies to you.
Love this! I’ve been looking through VERY old journals I wrote in college, and remembering grudges I had when I was 20, I love your dialogues with past grievances.
Oh my god…I love your outrageous courage to just Write. It. Down. You say the kinds of things I want to say but keep to myself and mumble darkly over, then smile as though I don’t think them. I mean, it’s glorious!
“…you melting stalactite in the cave of misery where in my imagination you hang.” Love
Such glorious writing. Sucking on old grievances - Laurie are you sure you’re not Irish?
Not sure of anything! xxL
This: "Oh my fucking god, the fake piety of “forgiveness” this and “humble” that. The fake piety that comes swaddled in soft cashmere scarves like an endless video of Gwyneth Paltrow selling products for “self care.” - so good.
Thanks!
It took me a minute to figure out the essence of what moved me about your writing today. Some of the phrases are great, but the idea of fake apologies makes me ill, as if we can't tell the difference. There is no apology for words and deeds. For things I have done and said unconsciously I have tried to learn, and for what others have done I have also learned how not to be. What apology? Change, do differently or don't. But I love, love what Tig said, her face bathed in happiness, "You're shocked! Imagine how I feel." That is how I feel about my life at the age of 71.
The problem with Pit Bull is that he apologized for the wrong thing. He put himself in the center of the incident, as if his estimation of my writing was the thing I cared about. He didn't apologize for firing me with a bogus reason. After me, most of the long term people at the Voice were fired for one reason or another to cut costs.
So he hadn't really learned much...
My interest in that question is zero. xxL
“Sucking in old grievances lest they go to waste.” Fantastic line in a marvelous essay.
Thank you !
I love how stripped of cant your site is. I am sick of the humble pie women writers, artists, and creatives must eat to be thrown crumbs. It is wearing and infuriating. Nice to have someone not afraid to uncloak and tell the truth of our experiences over the long run. What is a puzzle to quote the king and me--is that we can't seem to get past the gatekeepers, be they penis head women or actual dicks. There's a glimmer here or there. In the case of visual artists, the youthful gallery dealers are galloping in and drooling as they anticipate the nearing deaths of some of the older women artists who have followed their calling into their 80s and 90s so they can cash in on selling the estates.
Does that sound cynical? Sit down beside me as Alice Paul said, and I will fill your little ears with even more experiences, NOT to be humble about having survived.
Yup..
It feels wrong to try and reduce this to words, but oh how I love your perspective, point of view, way of thinking and writing, experiencing. But please, don't care about that. Ha!!!
It wasn't wrong! Thanks, xxL
Laurie, I feel like the Aqua Velva Man after reading your words. Your honesty invigorates me.
Very happy to hear, Laurie
This piece was a joy to read. Thank you.
Thanks! That is always what I am hoping to produce. xxL
many great lines in here!
Thanks!
I'm still thinking about that Steve Martin documentary, and so is my husband Shawn, because he brought it up to me today. I can relate a little to the indifference that comes from family, or feeling like an outsider, longing for that support in artistic endeavors. That's why friendship and writer peers are so important. I send those messages and updates to my friends because it's nice to have the accountability and to be seen. I thought it was a beautiful documentary. It's making me think alot about art and loneliness. I have a friend who auditioned for him once, did his play reading, and she said how quiet, how removed he was, which I always wondered about. I'm glad he's found happiness.
"There are never any laurels in a life, not really. That’s why all those tribute gatherings come across like a funeral you can’t laugh at. There is only the work of now and the aliveness of now, according to Steve, and I’m with him"
"It's a gorgeous moment that rides the anarchy of the human heart with the deepest pleasure."
amazing quotes.. worth getting a tattoo. anyone reading click my profile pic, i hope that quote applies to you.
Love this! I’ve been looking through VERY old journals I wrote in college, and remembering grudges I had when I was 20, I love your dialogues with past grievances.
Thanks!
I'm so with you on the "forgiveness" bullshit -- sick of it. I refuse to forgive, and that includes myself.
Self care has also got to go, not the self or the care, but the horrible lame phrase. And take Gwyneth with it.
Yup.
Oh my god…I love your outrageous courage to just Write. It. Down. You say the kinds of things I want to say but keep to myself and mumble darkly over, then smile as though I don’t think them. I mean, it’s glorious!
Sing out, friend. It takes no courage. My job is to stir pleasure and amusement. By any means necessary.
"What's changed for both of us is that, in this moment, we don’t want to bolt." Get that in writing : )
Those pledges are all written in disappearing ink.