I recently read severalarticlesdiscussing the prevalence of Mormonwomen in the lifestyle blogosphere. While I know very little about the LDS Church, and find generalizations to be pretty much useless in any context, I have definitely noted howmanyof the lifestyleblogs I love are written by Mormons – and, additionally, that my growing familiarity with these individuals through their writing, art, and photo curation has dismantled many of my ignorant assumptions about their religion.
I just finished watching Lynne Ramsay’s Morvern Callar (2002), based on the novel by Alan Warner. Maybe I should have read the book first – the film is so visually striking that I’m not sure my brain could muster anything close.
Some images of writers and artists remain indelible – I’m thinking of those famous images of a bespectacled James Joyce and an ethereal Virginia Woolf. The list goes on. One of the images I love the best, though, is a picture Carl Van Vechten took of Zora Neale Hurston in 1938. I love her style (prose and clothes).
“We don’t like to admit it,” said Julian, “but the idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than almost anything. All truly civilized people – the ancients no less than us – have civilized themselves through the willful repression of the old, animal self. Are we, in this room, really very different from the Greeks or the Romans? Obsessed with duty, piety, loyalty, sacrifice? All those things which are to modern tastes so chilling?” – The Secret History, Donna Tartt (1992)
“Her statues resembled each other in a certain characteristic spareness, a seeming unwillingness to cover the armature and skeleton of being. Each one of her statues resembled her, unfinished, half-realized, half-comprehended images of herself, and the image of herself was in the music. A fluted line hung in air, curled inward upon itself, fell, like a piece of curled white string. It fell into shadows, silence and darkness.” -Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Her (1960)