Jan. 31st, 2012

Sylvia

Jan. 31st, 2012 11:52 am
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
This entry by Sylvia feels almost haunting. One is tempted to see in this the foreshadowing of the darkness and mental illness coming her way as she comes into full adulthood, as the idea of life as a "monumental grotesque joke" becomes too real and unshakable. Though, I may be projecting a little too much into this.

_ _ _

There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950

Sylvia

Jan. 31st, 2012 11:52 am
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
This entry by Sylvia feels almost haunting. One is tempted to see in this the foreshadowing of the darkness and mental illness coming her way as she comes into full adulthood, as the idea of life as a "monumental grotesque joke" becomes too real and unshakable. Though, I may be projecting a little too much into this.

_ _ _

There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950
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Porn books and librarians have always had a passionate, mutually defining relationship—it was, in fact, a prudish French librarian in the early nineteenth century who coined the word pornography. So it comes as no surprise that the sexy librarian, a fixture of the pornographic imagination, is most at home in books. Each year, new titles are added to the librarian-porn bookshelf. This past season’s crop included additions like Hot for Librarian by Anastasia Carrera; Lucy the Librarian—Dewey and His Decimal by John and Shauna Michaels; The Nympho Librarian and Other Stories by Chrissie Bentley and Jenny Swallows; A Librarian’s Desire by Ava Delaney, author of the Kinky Club series; and soft-core selections like Sweet Magick by Penny Watson. The conventions of the form—the dimly lit stacks, the librarian’s mask of thick glasses and hair tied into a bun, et cetera—are, of course, well known. Unlike video porn, where these conventions are typically used as a wholesale substitute for narrative, porn books still feel the compulsion to tell a story, to make the glasses and bun mean something. I was curious just what story these new books were telling. What does our most current version of the librarian fantasy say about us? To answer this question, I visited the library.

-- Avi Steinberg at The Paris Review

The article dives into a brief and fun history on librarian porn, and closes rather fascinatingly on how these erotic stories dovetail into the broader cultural decline of libraries (and book stores, I would add) in the Internet era.
monk222: (Strip)


Porn books and librarians have always had a passionate, mutually defining relationship—it was, in fact, a prudish French librarian in the early nineteenth century who coined the word pornography. So it comes as no surprise that the sexy librarian, a fixture of the pornographic imagination, is most at home in books. Each year, new titles are added to the librarian-porn bookshelf. This past season’s crop included additions like Hot for Librarian by Anastasia Carrera; Lucy the Librarian—Dewey and His Decimal by John and Shauna Michaels; The Nympho Librarian and Other Stories by Chrissie Bentley and Jenny Swallows; A Librarian’s Desire by Ava Delaney, author of the Kinky Club series; and soft-core selections like Sweet Magick by Penny Watson. The conventions of the form—the dimly lit stacks, the librarian’s mask of thick glasses and hair tied into a bun, et cetera—are, of course, well known. Unlike video porn, where these conventions are typically used as a wholesale substitute for narrative, porn books still feel the compulsion to tell a story, to make the glasses and bun mean something. I was curious just what story these new books were telling. What does our most current version of the librarian fantasy say about us? To answer this question, I visited the library.

-- Avi Steinberg at The Paris Review

The article dives into a brief and fun history on librarian porn, and closes rather fascinatingly on how these erotic stories dovetail into the broader cultural decline of libraries (and book stores, I would add) in the Internet era.

Camus

Jan. 31st, 2012 10:29 pm
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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

-- Albert Camus

Camus

Jan. 31st, 2012 10:29 pm
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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

-- Albert Camus

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