This just in - fresh from the desk of the ever fab Ann Magnuson
Open Letter to an Open Letter,
Seriously? What the FUUUUUCK? You stare at me with your blank page
staring back at me like some milky white ass flaps twerking for dollars
on the agitated propaganda machine crying out for attention while
masquerading your plea for help as a publicity stunt; a call to arms, to
legs, beckoning to what is panting between those latex clad gams, those
powerful pussy pants that can be sold for so many pieces of silver, gold
and Bitcoins on the open market and defiling our fathers house of
prayer? Don't be fooled! It's a losing game! You think I'm going to fill
up your empty void with self-righteous, self-promoting texting drivel,
so much jaw-breaking jibber jabber, using this platform for a hectoring
lecturing dickity dock to empower the pussy over the cock when all we're
really looking for is more 'hits', more eyeballs rolling in the back of
heads and onto websites to move more product? Give me a fuckin' break
with your look at me I know the score, I've been around the block Good
Woman of motherfuckin' Setzuan waiting all Godot-like for a royalty
check that never shows because some industry spunk mogul spent it on a
yacht in Anguilla BULLSHIT! Because if I even hear one lame-ass vocoder
note of that siren song, I'll fall for it and start trying to win at a
losers game, getting my act together and taking it on the road, screwin
my head on right and no one is gonna tell me it aint while running as
fast as I can WHILE YOU continue to TAUNT with more whitespace to fill!
This is a vortex THAT CAN NEVER BE FILLED; that oozing, gaping GOD
SHAPED HOLE aching to be crammed full of cold hard plasmatic cash
because it's not like the old daze when we could use paper and a simple
yellow No. 2 pencil and begin and end a good bowel movement of a punk
rock riot grrl rant with a couple of well crafted paragraphs. Nooooooo!
Now it's all about fuckin' word count and bullshit font size and
patriarchal borders and shadings and template-tipped bullets and
mind-numbing page numbering! Those ever-continuing pages that require
the never-ending numbers; numbers that stretch beyond the edges of the
known universe, beyond human comprehension, waaaay past the event
horizon to drive us star raving mad! And the hashtags! For the sweet
love of Jesus, The HASHTAGS! #fuckyouall NOOOOO, these days we dont
have time to sit at a simple wooden desk with our McGuffy Reader minding
our Ps and Qs, we have to PROSTITUTE OURSELVES on computers and
iPhones and Humpty Dumpty Mumblety-peg Gadget Thingamajigs being thought
up every day by Evil Game Changers in order to trick us into endless
upgrades and all the while we continue to be faced with one huge,
theocratic mullah of a blank document that just goes on and on and on
and on AND ON until the 12th of motherfuckin' NEVER! No matter what I
say, no matter how much I type, no matter how fast I spew my vitriol,
projectile-vomit, no matter how well I craft this well justified bile
that NEEDS TO BE SAID I am still faced with having to do MORE. MORE!
MORE! MORE!!!! All because of YOU, you Damnable Open Letter! You who
will endlessly taunt me with more empty and infinite GODDAMN white
space!!!! This is why NO WOMAN can win at this game! Face the TRUTH:
We're being used. Sucked into the tar baby vacuum, used as pawns in the
Entertainment Game, being jerked over by The Man in our vain attempt to
WRITE OUR OWN SCRIPT. We think this is a way to TAKE BACK OUR POWER?
EPIC FAIL! It's all USELESS USELESS USELESS! So much cannon fodder grist
for the mill like the sands through the hourglass these are the lies of
our lives! Face the facts drones: There is always more to give, more to
say, more to feed the insatiable beast, the one that weaves a deceitful
web with our Facebook threads, our Tweetie Pie chicken shit cuneiform,
our high horse hieroglyphics, our open wound expressionistic Esperanto;
these walking shadow boxing matches full of sound and fury signifying
not a heck of a lot when you get right down to it cuz all we are is dust
in the wind. If - as our mother goddess role model Yoko Ono astutely
sang- Woman is Nigger of the World, then You - YOU insidious Open
Letter, are the White Supremacist Albino Dictator of The Internet and I
say FIE! FIE ON THEE AND YOUR DEMON SPAWN!
With immense respect,
Ann Magnuson
Post by Tim Jones-Yelvingtonomg amanda palmer's in on it now, too? what a shitstorm.
~ tim
It all started with Miley Cyrus saying in a "Rolling Stone" interview that
her "Wrecking Ball" video was inspired by Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing
Compares 2 U" video. Then Sinead wrote a worried open letter to Miley. You
can read Sinead's *first* letter to Miley via the link at top of the blog
entry linked below and then Amanda Palmer's open letter to Sinead O'Connor.
But wait, there's more (see second link)
http://amandapalmer.net/blog/20131003/
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/miley-cyrus-mocks-sinead-oconnor-who-fires-back-in-new-letter-20131004
Sheesh.
fleur (Joanna)
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