endure, o heart

and another thing. the loom was too small. the loom should have been huge and i mean HUGE. monumental. and detailed, full of color. images of men and dogs hunting, horses running, orchards and olive trees. terracotta, purple crushed from sea shells, yarrow-yellow. penelope was too alone: her slaves should have been numerous, her own landlocked and resentful crew, and busy spinning yarn and making dyes. making the household's textiles, and it could have been doubly interesting for the movie to show the suitor's own clothes being repaired or made by them, as a demand of their presence and its implied caretaking. many faces, whispered conversations, uneasy work songs. dirty hands and flax in piles. bolts of cloth. many other looms, some lap-looms and other bigger ones, but penelope's: big, big as troy's doors. dazzling to look at. so that her secret unweaving (which should have been shot as its own scene) is meaningful: it is a work of art, her lifetime's skill, and she wrecks it again anf again. penelope's trickery as a foil to odysseus's own treachery in a very visible sense.

“that’s so you” gets me unreasonably excited

My autocorrect corrected odypen to oxygen, nice to know it feels the same about the ship as I do

oh to watch the proshot at the cinema in my country😔

I'm just a girl… I'm alone, on my own. No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, nobody ever lets me in. Something different bloomed writing in my room. I see the great escape, I play my songs in the parking lot just to learn that my dreams aren't rare. Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission but I'm ready to fly in the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame. No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in L.A. and the camera flashes make it look like a dream. The kind of radiance you only have at 17, making my own name, chasing that fame. The crown is stained, but you're the real queen selling dreams, selling make up and magazines and your secrets end up splashed on the news front page. No cameras catch my pageant smile and my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles. They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" and I did. Cause ladies always rise above, so I became the butt of the joke. Talk your talk and go viral 'cause, baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. Crowd goes wild at her fingertips but there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me. I was in the alley surrounded on all sides. Brought a knife to a gunfight. I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and tried to tell the town. You said the gun was mine, so they filled my cell with snakes. They say I did something bad then tell me I'm despicable. People look at me like I'm a monster. Now they're screaming that they hate me. I can feel the flames on my skin, and you find something to wrap your noose around. They're burning all the witches even if you aren’t one. So light me, and if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too. So I leap from the gallows, and I levitate down your street. I didn't want to have to haunt you but I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined. They say, "move on", but all I think about is karma. I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth. My pennies made your crown. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. The knife cuts both ways, look at how my tears ricochet. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. It still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart, and I can go anywhere I want just not home. He's got my past frozen behind glass but I've got me. I’m still on that trapeze. I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me. Lights, camera, bitch smile. I can still make the whole place shimmer. I pushed each boulder up the hill, climbed right back up the cliff 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned. Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here. Always risin' from the ashes 'cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this. And at last she knew what the agony had been for. I built a legacy that you can't undo. Long story short, I survived. You're on your own, kid. You always have been.

Bet when Penelope talks to the suitors she tries to explode them with her mind.