i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
In the Deep South, God is a cotton king,
Trussed up in plantation whites and powdered over smooth
with a little bit of talcum from Momma’s compact.
He’s the Georgia dust that gets on everything, in everything,
Caking the soles of bare feet
sifting through cracks in church pews,
and catching in your lover’s eyelashes.
In the Deep South, the Devil is a beautiful boy
who swears and cheats at billiards on Sunday.
He is the one who reaches up your skirt,
pulls out the prayers your were saving for someday
and lights them on fire with his tongue.
He will sing hymns while feasting on your forfeit heart,
call you blessed while peeling away dignity like stockings,
then drag you out in front of the church to be stoned.
In the Deep South, the Holy Spirit is an old woman
with hands brown and gnarled as the nuts she boils
and a voice soft and dark as the Appalachian sky.
She is the swamp kingdom matriarch children are sent to
when sins need to be wished away like warts,
the presence of whom straightens the spines of wayward souls
and coaxes a “Yes Ma’am” from the devil’s own.
In the Deep South, Jesus is a mixed-race child
with drops of destiny mingled into his blood
and the names of the saints tattooed along his spine.
He has his mother’s bearing, one that wears suffering nobly,
and baleful eyes that speak of the sins of his forefathers.
The word of God flutters from his mouth like butterflies
with bodies baptized in tears and wings dipped in steel.
In the Deep South, angels drink too much.
They sashay and guffaw and forget to return calls.
They tell white lies and agonize over what to wear.
In the Deep South, angels look very much like you and it,
and they cling to each other with dustbowl desperation
and replenish their failing reserves of grace with ritual
in the hopes of remembering what they once were,
what wonders they once were capable of performing.
I’m against liberal feminism because I’m against liberalism. I’m a socialist, I don’t think we can achieve liberation from men in in a capitalist society even one with regulations.
Liberal feminism doesn’t really threaten the status quo and doesn’t commit. It believes that the most effective way for women to stop being oppressed is through the state - legal methods. It doesn’t see the state as an inherently violent patriarchal tool in of itself and reforming an inherently violent patriarchal tool can only take us so far.
Of course its important to focus on the world we live in now and ideological purity at the expense of how I actually live is ridiculous.
Lberal feminism believes that the problem isn’t that men have the power to hurt and abuse, but rather than women don’t also have access to that power (eg: defending Hillary Clinton who supports imperialist policies in the global south, being super thrilled about women who break through the glass ceiling to own car companies that cover up murder).
Liberal feminism wants women to have access to the same power as men. I don’t. I think the power and societal advantages men have are born via violence are not exactly what I think a just world needs.
Liberal feminism views equality as a step-by-painful-step process of an individual woman (particularly white, Western women) stepping on the backs of other women to get more power and has this weird belief that sisterhood will make them turn around and help someone else up instead of safeguarding their own power.
Liberal feminism is individualistic. Liberal feminism is ineffective. Liberal feminism prioritizes certain women’s lives over others. Liberal feminism says things like “i’m not an angry lesbian hair feminist so you should take me seriously because I love men”. Liberal feminism says that it isn’t men they’re angry at but the patriarchy (exactly what is the patriarchy made of, ghosts???). Liberal feminism doesn’t name the problem and doesn’t see things as systemic.
❤ TRAILER HEART | a mix of songs used in movie trailers. epic. grandiose. absolutely breathtaking. a combination of my personal favorites plus tracks that you might recognize, indicated by the movie in parentheses.
* Please excuse some of the artist titles on the mix since 8tracks has an artist limit and I am stubborn. Refer to the above list of songs for reference.
no one does it better : songs by boys covered by girls
1. sex on fire, beyoncé 2. take me to church, neon jungle 3. will you still love me tomorrow, sweet talk radio 4. give me love, demi lovato 5. wagon wheel, mal blum 6. valerie, amy winehouse 7. stay with me, florence + the machine 8. just a dream, taylor swift 9. rude, kina grannis 10. lego house, fifth harmony 11. ho hey, lennon and maisy 12. can’t help falling in love, ingrid michaelson 13. i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you, kate nash 14. wicked games, couer de pirate 15. going home, pia mia 16. same love (freestyle), angel haze 17. get lucky, daughter 18. midnight city, the knocks 19. whatever you like, anya marina 20. make you feel my love, adele 21. teenage dirtbag, mary lambert 22. sex, lauren aquilina 23. counting stars vs. holy grail, little mix 24. what makes you beautiful, rita ora