Andrea Dworkin, heartbreak
Dworkin discusses the disintegration of her friendship with Allen Ginsberg after realizing what a vile piece of shit he was (particular hits of his include asking women to relive their stories of molestation, in explicit detail, for his own sexual gratification, and preying on twelve year old boys at a Bar Mitzvah).
I’m gonna throw my computer in the trash.
this is the gratest comic on the internet. you can all go home
this is so stupid why am I laughing
everyone just relax and have a dorite
They live by night - Nicholas Ray (1947)
this lady looks like me/my mom a bit, i think
Before Bad Brains, the Sex Pistols or even the Ramones, there was a band called Death. Punk before punk existed, three teenage brothers in the early ’70s formed a band in their spare bedroom, began playing a few local gigs and even pressed a single in the hopes of getting signed. But this was the era of Motown and emerging disco. Record companies found Death’s music— and band name—too intimidating, and the group were never given a fair shot, disbanding before they even completed one album. Equal parts electrifying rockumentary and epic family love story, A Band Called Death chronicles the incredible fairy-tale journey of what happened almost three decades later, when a dusty 1974 demo tape made its way out of the attic and found an audience several generations younger. Playing music impossibly ahead of its time, Death is now being credited as the first black punk band (hell…the first punk band!), and are finally receiving their long overdue recognition as true rock pioneers.
|—||Simone de Beauvoir, The Blood of Others|