Word: loved
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...misanthropic "Mexican God," on which he waxes Learian about "Moonly-lit cop-crashed garlic and babies." Hitchcock then embarked on a rambling between-song odyssey, describing two almost identical pumpkins standing beside each other on a lake shore, admiring each other. "It must be totally horrendous to be in love with something so like yourself," he remarked before launching into the next song. The songs themselves were a mix of old and new work (Hitchcock describes the show as "a resum of what I've done in music.") but it was the man's intermittent rant that was most fascinating...
Budnitz employs four women as narrators, all from different generations of the same family, who together grapple with the inconclusive questions of human existence. Ilana's narration greets, and scares, the reader first. Ilana is a woman of the old country, probably Russia, who somehow falls in love with a stranger and finds herself in an unnamed American city. Her journey comprises stories of rape and incest, murder and solicitation, placed in a mythical context of forests and magic. A "man in the forest laughing with little pointed teeth" violates her, yet gives her a Faberge egg. This egg becomes...
...passive, and I don't ever want to be. Nothing truly real or really true is ever flat, especially with regard to art. And music is, indisputably, an art. The tunes we love shouldn't be an unnoticed backdrop to whatever we decide to engage ourselves with noticing. I far prefer songs with meanings to which I can relate, so that when I sing along I am uttering words and thoughts and feelings which have a point relevant to my life. Points--not only in math--lead to lines and planes which define dimensions. And in the abstract reality which...
...music, because I immerse myself in the folk songs of females who are stereotypically angry, depressed and gay. But as a woman, or a girl, or something unidentifiably in between, I find myself, my point, in the cadences of feminism. And the points in all of the songs I love stand together at attention to form lines, and these lines come together eventually to produce my dimensions...
Women like Williams have taught me that feminism has little to do with anger and nothing to do with hate. The cause does not concern placing blame on men as a gender, it concerns a female's reconciliation to herself, her self-identification and her self-love. It concerns my right to choose what I want to look like, what I want to be when I grow up, and how I get to then from now and from before...