You’re a long way from any help.
I love all things by Jane Campion so I gave the series “Top of the Lake” a go on Netflix. It’s one of the most intense, brilliantly written and beautifully filmed series I’ve ever seen. It starts like a slow burn, but once it gets going…. I don’t think I moved a muscle through the whole second half of it, I felt so tense. It’s at times very difficult to watch, but completely riveting.
What people call love, if its not reciprocated it turns into either apathy or hatred, they become completely disillusioned, then the truth begins to express itself.
- GJ, Top of the Lake (via iio0oii)
My Grandma Livernois c. 1940s in Detroit.
The 1940 census lists her at the age of 22 living at home with her mom (my Great Grandma Victoria from Poland) and 6 of her siblings. There were 8 children altogether, the oldest 2 had already married, and their father had abandoned the family sometime between 1930 and 1940. They never, ever talked about him. And you knew not to ask. Her occupation is listed as hair dresser. She was always beautifully dressed and coiffed. At some point around this time she also worked in an airplane factory, making airplane parts for the war. But right now I have no idea when or where that was. Of all my grandparents, she lived the longest and I’m so happy she got to meet my daughter and at least knew that my son was on the way before she passed.
The 3rd photo includes her sister Helen, then 26. She’s listed as working as a sausage packer in a meat factory (!). They lived near each other all their lives. People often thought they were twins. After they were married they bought houses across the street from each other in Warrendale and then after they were widowed they lived across the hall from each other in apartments.
Because I love census info., it shows the only other sibling old enough to work was 20 and he worked as a Milkman’s helper at a wholesale creamery. The three younger kids were still in school.
The house in the census - and most likely this photo - is on 24th Street and, to my surprise, it appears to be still standing, and nicely cared for, according to Google Maps.
The red address marker in the second photo rather conveniently shows where my Grandma was standing. Some of the woodwork has changed but those brick columns on her house and the circular columns next door match up to the photo.
I may be taking a trip there, soon.
My Grandma Livernois’ pal Sophie c. 1930s / 1940s in Detroit.
I have no idea who Sophie was, but I’m completely in love with her and her black cat.
I love that they took such a big, passionate song and crafted such a subtle, intense video. Very sophisticated, yet as gentle as an axe through the heart. Like a novella about internal angst and unrequited everything. It’s very Age of Innocence.
I also love how they don’t drink from the glasses. Because….ghosts.
And hello, Art Deco.
Jeff Buckley on music and life – a rare 1995 interview with one of creative history’s most tragic heroes.
"It’s just that, when you get to the real meat of life, is that life has its own rhythm and you cannot impose your own structure upon it — you have to listen to what it tells you, and you have to listen to what your path tells you. It’s not earth that you move with a tractor — life is not like that. Life is more like earth that you learn about and plant seeds in… It’s something you have to have a relationship with in order to experience — you can’t mold it — you can’t control it…Just like men can’t control women. So yes, I’ve had dreams die like dogs. I’ve been very unhappy. But other things have come and I appreciate them…they’re magic as fuck. Magic magic magic."
"When you separate an entwined particle and move both parts away from the other, even on the opposite end of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected. Spooky."
Only Lovers Left Alive, 2013
dir. Jim Jarmusch
Kristeen Young - Pearl of A Girl
They’ve needed to have the law so they can legally bind us.
They’ve needed to have the church so they can morally ground us.
They’ve needed most of the dough.
They must be so scared of us.
YES. Because sacred symbols become meaningless in corrupt hands. A cross isn’t sacred when it’s on the front lawn burning.
Don’t beat me senseless and then pray for my sinful soul.
We’re not fooled by your benevolence.