Go, Greta, Go

“In the films I’ve made and the films I hope to make, I hope that there’s a 16-year-old girl watching them, saying, ‘She’s got it all wrong, I’ve gotta make my own!’” she says. “That it sort of gives a passport to whoever the next group of artists are. I still get infuriated when I look at lists, not just of filmmakers, but of musicians, novelists, painters, and it’s just, ‘Guy, guy, guy, guy.’  I love so many of them, but I want more. I want more of my gender expressing what it means to them to be alive.”

Source: Greta Gerwig gets real | Dazed

Go, Greta, Go

An Uncanny Light

There’s an uncanny light in your eyes tonight, a light that glows icy blue
And that uncanny light in your eyes tonight lets me know that I somehow got through
There’s a razor thin rip across your blood red lips that says you’ve been torn right in two
And that razor thin rip won’t be healing that quick for it’s still got some hurting to do
There’s a loud pounding mess in your weak, frightened chest, a mess that’s forever strewn
And that mess in your chest never knows when to rest or stop singing that sad secret tune

It’s a matter of course, it’s a matter of war, it’s a matter of me loving you
It’s a matter of time, it’s an unpunished crime, it’s the tightening of eternal screws

It’s new, it’s new, it’s new again
We’re free to look away
It’s old, it’s old, it’s old again
We’ve found we never can stay

There’s a whispering gasp like the hiss of an asp that escapes from your quivering mouth
And that whispering gasp incites me to ask if this is what our life’s about
There’s a tear in your eye as you say your goodbyes, a golden tear glistening and ripe
And that ripe, golden tear won’t bear fruit for years though you’ll water it night after night
There’s a space in the house that’s never been figured out, a space that carries your name
And that space holds your face forever in place, a shadow left hungering for flame.

It’s a a very cold war, this meandering course, it’s a matter of me loving you
It’s a victim-less crime, it’s about goddamn time, the last thing I’d expect you to do

It’s new, it’s new, it’s new again
We’re free now to look away
It’s old, it’s old, it’s old again
We’ve found out we never can stay

It’s old, it’s old, it’s old again
We’ve found out we never can stay
It’s new, it’s new, it’s new again
We’re free to throw it away
We’re free now to throw it away
Yes, we’re all free to throw it away

An Uncanny Light

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The dandelions know when you’ve been dancing alone
And the dandelions know how to muffle heavy moans.

The dandelions’ teeth grin white with sweet relief
And the dandelions’ teeth sink in deep to simmering meat.

The dandelions’ claws scratch your shin bones ’till they’re raw
And the dandelions’ claws they never slow, never pause.

The dandelions’ laugh stuns sick yellow all the grass
And the dandelions laugh at those bodies in the path.

Yes, the dandelions know where you’ve been dancing alone.
Yes, the dandelions know how you’ll suffer as you grow.

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