"And the beat keeps humming and I'll keep running. Flowers I can do without, I don't wanna be tied down, white material will stain, my pocket knife's got a shiny blade, I'm not trying to cause a fuss, I just wanna make my own fuck-ups!"
Den här låten får mig alltid att tänka på, förutom mig själv, så även Greta Garbo och jag undrar när den där filmen om hennes liv som det talades om för något år sedan kommer bli klar? Garbo är fantastisk och så här står det om henne på wikipedia:
"Garbo never married nor had children and she lived alone. There was some speculation that Garbo was bisexual, that she had intimate relationships with women as well as men such as John Gilbert. Garbo was introduced to stage and screen actress Lilyan Tashman at a tennis party in 1927 and allegedly had an affair with her. According to the memoir written by silent film star Louise Brooks, she and Garbo had a brief liaison. Brooks described Garbo as masculine but a "charming and tender lover".
Avslutningsvis, ett citat av PJ Harvey och flera av Sylvia Plath:
"I don't really define myself as a woman, haven't had much sex and I don't play rock'n'roll" - PJ Harvey, när hen ombads kommentera boken "Women, sex and rock'n'roll"
"And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into
ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over:
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all. That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
"I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them."
"Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow."
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again."
"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."
"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between."
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
- The Great Sylvia Plath
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