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So my family made the decision not to hold a seder tomorrow night because my mother is still coughing (I will break matzah, pour wine, and open the door to the stranger, because that is the most important thing) and I think it was just as well because I appear to have come down sick. I was invited out to a movie tonight, but instead I fell over sideways and have alternated the last few hours between staring vaguely into the middle distance while feeling nauseated and sort of sleeping, minus rest and plus whiting out when I tried to stand up. I am not thrilled.
1. Erin Horáková seriously analyzes the popular reception of Captain James T. Kirk in context of the simplifying and not apolitical rewriting of the past: "Freshly Remember'd: Kirk Drift." (I feel some of this same process may explain my feelings toward neo-noir vs. noir, especially where the supposed ubiquity of the femme fatale is concerned. Somebody please remind me to write about the Wachowskis' Bound (1996); I loved that movie and it's been more than half a year.) The statement below flashed out at me:
Heterosexuality has been through the fucking ringer in cultural productions in the last decades due to backlashes against feminism and queer visibility that have transformed portrayals and interpretations alike into dumbshows—crude pantomimes, as before the play. These frantic defenses have done more to render the proposition of men and women loving one another a piece of one-note unsustainable ridiculousness than women's lib and LGBTQ rights ever could.
Boyd McDonald was making much the same frustrated point in the 1980's. I am not pleased that the problem has worsened again since. Also I had not actually realized that not everyone thinks of William Shatner as Jewish.
2. These poems were not published back-to-back, but I read them that way and they resonate interestingly: Robert Peake's "Homesickness" and Dante Di Stefano's "National Poetry Month."
3. I was just trying to run down a reference using Google Books. I ran into a biography of Wilfred Owen. Oh, hey, I thought to myself, I should read one of those sometime. Pat Barker's Regeneration (1991) doesn't count. I began flicking through the randomly available pages and then—
Robert Graves: "Sassoon and Wilfred Owen were homosexuals; though Sassoon tried to think he wasn't. To them, seeing men killed was as horrible as if you or I had to see fields of corpses of women."
JESUS H. MAGDALENE GRAVES.
Seriously, every time I try to parse that, it just gets worse. I feel sufficiently lousy that I would be going to bed right now no matter what, but really, Robert Graves, you're not helping! [edit] The former Archbishop of Canterbury agrees with me! Goodnight.
1. Erin Horáková seriously analyzes the popular reception of Captain James T. Kirk in context of the simplifying and not apolitical rewriting of the past: "Freshly Remember'd: Kirk Drift." (I feel some of this same process may explain my feelings toward neo-noir vs. noir, especially where the supposed ubiquity of the femme fatale is concerned. Somebody please remind me to write about the Wachowskis' Bound (1996); I loved that movie and it's been more than half a year.) The statement below flashed out at me:
Heterosexuality has been through the fucking ringer in cultural productions in the last decades due to backlashes against feminism and queer visibility that have transformed portrayals and interpretations alike into dumbshows—crude pantomimes, as before the play. These frantic defenses have done more to render the proposition of men and women loving one another a piece of one-note unsustainable ridiculousness than women's lib and LGBTQ rights ever could.
Boyd McDonald was making much the same frustrated point in the 1980's. I am not pleased that the problem has worsened again since. Also I had not actually realized that not everyone thinks of William Shatner as Jewish.
2. These poems were not published back-to-back, but I read them that way and they resonate interestingly: Robert Peake's "Homesickness" and Dante Di Stefano's "National Poetry Month."
3. I was just trying to run down a reference using Google Books. I ran into a biography of Wilfred Owen. Oh, hey, I thought to myself, I should read one of those sometime. Pat Barker's Regeneration (1991) doesn't count. I began flicking through the randomly available pages and then—
Robert Graves: "Sassoon and Wilfred Owen were homosexuals; though Sassoon tried to think he wasn't. To them, seeing men killed was as horrible as if you or I had to see fields of corpses of women."
JESUS H. MAGDALENE GRAVES.
Seriously, every time I try to parse that, it just gets worse. I feel sufficiently lousy that I would be going to bed right now no matter what, but really, Robert Graves, you're not helping! [edit] The former Archbishop of Canterbury agrees with me! Goodnight.

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I'm totally going to have to read that link about the popular reception of James Kirk later but I had to comment now about how awful Graves is in that quote. Just, what a dirtbag.
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I would also love to see your thoughts on Bound! My first same sex relationship didn't have a lot going for it, in hindsight, but there were some good movies and this was one of them. I need to disentangle it a bit more from my past.
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Oh no! :(
I hope you feel better soon! ^_^ <3
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That piece of Horáková's is marvelous.
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Graves was an enthusiastic homophobe and a very silly man- the very epitome of a wise fool- but he wrote some cracking poems.
I like the picture at the head of the TLS article. It's a reminder of just how young most of the soldiers of the Great War were. Incidentally, I live just outside Tonbridge where the picture was taken.
If Cuthbertson is right about Owen's (lack of) sexual experience it follows that all the best known poets of the War- with the exception of Brooke- went into it- and exited it- as virgins.
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Graves, not unlike Lawrence, is a fine poet and a bit of a shit human being, and he was always very weird about possibly being bi- or homosexual himself, like Lawrence was. It's like this bizarre pre-WWI British male cultural Thing. OH NOES I AM ARTISTIC AND FIND MEN HOT I MIGHT CATCH TEH GAY.* So they became hypermasculine in consequence in ways that make you go "...." like the way Graves writes about Sassoon and the wrestling scene in Women in Love. I don't know.
That essay was quite interesting -- it's very true the progressiveness of the original Trek (including the casting of Uhura and how the original deck crew is supposed to look like the UN) gets erased and turned into a weird notion of planetsfull of willing alien women and miniskirted = available crew women and so on. I was pretty surprised they didn't mention Janeway even once, though, and the discussion in the comments is disappointingly dismissive -- Janeway isn't written as a coherent character and so she's not really worth bringing up? Hunh. (Early Janeway is at leas as consistent as TOS Kirk, I think.)
*You can also see this a bit in US male literary culture a bit later? like in the 20s.
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Like you say, the more you try to parse it, the more covered in goo you become.
Hope you feel better soon, and I hope your mother does, too.
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It’s always thus: we did away with rookeries in London and established council housing. We then sold off the council housing and brought back rookeries. And each individual thing is small potatoes, except it isn’t, because everything’s small potatoes.
Especially the last part: each individual thing is small potatoes, except it isn't, because everything's small potatoes. I feel lik that's an important observation, and like Kay holding a shard of ice, I want to find the right thing to do with it.
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Good for the article-writer; it may be hopeless work pushing against the popular, flat conception, but it needs done.
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Here is a live version, in which the Jews mentioned are also shown in photographs. See 2:15 ish
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qUCNAnp2QAI
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