„What counts is what the heroine provokes, or rather she represents. She ist he one, or rather the love or fear she inspires in the hero, or else the concern he feels for her, who makes him act the way he does. In herself the woman has not teh slightest importance.“
“In their traditional exhibitionist role, women are simultaneously looked at and displayed, with their appearance coded for strong visual and erotic impact so that they can be said to connote “to-be-looked-at-ness”
But who are you really? Which country do you have in mind to rule? Mine, I bet. And for that I let myself be pricked by a thorn or whatever it was. For a while I rummaged inside myself quite senselessly to find the source of the violent pain, though I could easily see the thorn, that pointed thing, you know. And then I was gone. Out. Film torn. Finished.
Why should I have to work so hard, only to end up as dead as before? Next question: Who is the person waking up? Whom will you kiss? I’ve never seen you before. How should I know who you were before, I have lost all connection to life (...) s Prince just your name or are you really one? How stupid. You have to be one, see above; otherwise I’d still be asleep.
The question is: Are you even the person for whose kiss I should be waiting? I rather not ask the question, since I don’t even know who I will be when I’ve woken up. In the meantime I will have been dead.
My existence, my being is sleep, therefore life is my logical limit. But maybe my being is waiting for the kiss. Waiting for the kicks, the free kick into a different way of being.
„What counts is what the heroine provokes, or rather she represents. She ist he one, or rather the love or fear she inspires in the hero, or else the concern he feels for her, who makes him act the way he does. In herself the woman has not teh slightest importance.“
bonnyborderliner 1 year ago
Laura Mulvey:
“In their traditional exhibitionist role, women are simultaneously looked at and displayed, with their appearance coded for strong visual and erotic impact so that they can be said to connote “to-be-looked-at-ness”
bonnyborderliner 1 year ago
But who are you really? Which country do you have in mind to rule? Mine, I bet. And for that I let myself be pricked by a thorn or whatever it was. For a while I rummaged inside myself quite senselessly to find the source of the violent pain, though I could easily see the thorn, that pointed thing, you know. And then I was gone. Out. Film torn. Finished.
bonnyborderliner 1 year ago
Why should I have to work so hard, only to end up as dead as before? Next question: Who is the person waking up? Whom will you kiss? I’ve never seen you before. How should I know who you were before, I have lost all connection to life (...) s Prince just your name or are you really one? How stupid. You have to be one, see above; otherwise I’d still be asleep.
bonnyborderliner 1 year ago
The question is: Are you even the person for whose kiss I should be waiting? I rather not ask the question, since I don’t even know who I will be when I’ve woken up. In the meantime I will have been dead.
bonnyborderliner 1 year ago
Text: Elfriede Jelinek:
My existence, my being is sleep, therefore life is my logical limit. But maybe my being is waiting for the kiss. Waiting for the kicks, the free kick into a different way of being.
bonnyborderliner 1 year ago