Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
Maelstrom is a collection of essays, articles, journal entries and critiques on art, music, popular culture and turmoils personal and large, drifting in and out like waves of a turbulent sea.
"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard."
Evidently, an artist has to make ends meet, and that sometimes means more practical decision-making. But this should never distract from the idea that art should not be corporatized. Rosy-colored, right? Hear me out.
Characters who are maddening and complicated tend to stay with us long after we’ve finished reading about them. They make better protagonists than those seemingly perfect ones, for whom everything comes easily
The parallel analyses of magical realism is one of the most freeing elements — from the perspective of a reader as well as a writer — because it allows for looser writing, narratives and characterization
I envy those who got the opportunity to discover the series as children ... it would have given me a taste for truly singular, out-of-the-box narration and storytelling—perhaps it would even have influenced the way I write today.
I didn’t want the black Barbie; I prayed that my dark eyes would magically turn green or grey overnight. ... I remember asking my Dad why I wasn’t white, as if it were the most natural question in the world.
I became fixated on achieving a gap between my thighs, the way one would become infatuated with the idea of dying their hair a wild color. That it was a destructive ideal to aspire to did not once cross my mind.
The inherent message [is] heard loud and clear: high art and high fashion can be made from the most harrowing, most heartbreaking moments ... with no one pausing to consider the baffling disrespect of it all.