Sunday 31 August 2014
Lotte Bækgaard
I am a big of this girl who I know from my special school
http://lottebaekgaard.tumblr.com
Sunday 17 August 2014
Wednesday 13 August 2014
Sheila Heti
I am reading Sheila Heti's novel How Should a Person Be? that I bought in Berlin last week, and I looked her up on youtube cause I wanted to see her, hear her voice, and hear her talk about something else. At around 14:50 in this clip she comes in and talks about black dresses and why we are all wearing them, and it made me think that that should be the title of my novel.
Thursday 31 July 2014
Saturday 7 June 2014
Hiding with Sugarman
I am away for the weekend with family, parents, grandparent, cousins, second cousins etc. etc. Today I have snuck off to work for a couple hours and listen to this song. Have you seen the film? I haven't, but I want to.
Thursday 5 June 2014
Monday 2 June 2014
The Raveonettes
An American friend of mine asked me to introduce her to some Danish music, and it made me think firstly of MØ and secondly of The Raveonettes that I used to listen to a lot when I was younger. I had their CD's and used to listen to this song a lot: Love in a Trashcan
(and this is a screen shot from the music program, Boogie, that I saw on tv in the early 2000s.)
Thursday 29 May 2014
Wednesday 28 May 2014
In remembrance of Maya Angelou (who died today).
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Wednesday 21 May 2014
Mean Girls
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