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another poster. all eyes on rafah, we stand with the people of palestine
[id: a photo of a bison leaping over a small stream in the middle of a prairie field. itās surround by green grasses and tall yellow flowers. part of another bison is visible ahead of the leaping bison. /end id]
i think "it takes a village" shouldn't be just "to raise a child". we should understand it takes a village to do literally everything we do. all day every day. without our communities we would not have drinking water or electricity or clean streets or food or shelter or anything. we cannot do any thing alone. we just can't. and with that comes the fact that you are not alone. you already have a community, seek to be an active part of it, you will feel better. reach out and thank them, they're happy to have you too. i promise. it takes a village to live.
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āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāā āāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāāā āāāā ā"i love you, it's ruining my life."
Iāve seen some posts regarding the length of the album. This is just my take. With her re-recording her past albums, all the events in personal life the deeply hurtful events we know of and those we donāt, having to go back and relive it all while processing things, while being on a very public stage is a lot. You ever clean your room out and find yourself wearing and going through old stuff, some you might not be attached to anymore but it just gives you pause? Like you just linger on holding onto stuff and it takes you back. Well writing has always been cathartic for her. She puts her feelings into her songs. So Iām not surprised the album turned into an anthology that was that long. Do you ever just start writing and find it just starts pouring out of you? Not only is she human but sheās incredibly gifted. I think this album feels very much like diary pages sheās bound together with sticky notes, coffee mug rings and all. Very Taylor in style. Not primarily for entertainment of the masses but an outlet, a collective body of work that stands for itself. It doesnāt need to be āsonically cohesiveā, I feel it was more stream of consciousness kind of style. An outpouring of the heart of a ātortured poetā as it were and the patchwork jaggedness is what makes it the body of art that it is. Itās vulnerable and messy but still artfully done in way that still leaves things open to mystery. The lines between fiction and reality blurred. It really is something that she still wishes to share her deepest feelings and share it for consumption in this form, knowing while yes it may be treasured by some, it will all be picked and torn apart. She captures this well on several songs on the album, notably How Did It End?. Itās one thing to face your own reflection after laying all your feelings bare, itās another to then face an expectant crowd. Her bravery to put herself out there and keep trying is something I deeply admire.
I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day
I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague
I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art
You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart
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this whole album is literally ānever take advice from someone whoās falling apartā
āAnd Iāll tell you that he runs because he loves me ācause you shouldāve seen him when he first saw meā
āOnce I fix him heās gonna miss me.ā
āDid you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust Just to do experiments on?ā¦for a moment I knew cosmic loveā
āEvery breath feels like rarest air, when you're not sure if he wants to be thereā
āYou shit-talked me under the table. Talkin' rings and talkin' cradles. I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it allā
āDancing phantoms on the terrace are they second-hand embarrassed. That I can't get out of bed 'Cause something counterfeit's dead?ā
āAnd I may never open up thе way I did for you. And all of those best laid plans. You said I needed a bravе man. Then proceeded to play him, Until I believed it too. And it kills meā
āSay it once again with feeling, How the death rattle breathing, Silenced as the soul was leaving, The deflation of our dreaming. Leaving me bereft and reeling. My beloved ghost and me, Sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-Gā
āI guess a lesser woman would've lost hope. A greater woman wouldn't beg. But I looked to the sky and said (Please)ā
āBut even statues crumble if they're made to wait. I'm so afraid I sealed my fate. No sign of soulmates. I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige. Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okayā
āOne last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then I reread the manuscript but the story isn't mine anymoreā
āIt feels like the time. She fell through the ice then came out aliveā
āBut you're the reason. And no one here's to blame but what about your quiet treason?ā
āHe was my best friend down at the sandlot. I felt more when we played pretend than with all the Kens. 'Cause he took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts. Told me I'm better off. But I'm notā
Frank Holliday (American, b. 1957), Mirror,Ā 2022. Oil on canvas, 24.0 Ć 20.0 in.
Did you really beam me up
In a cloud of sparkling dust
Just to do experiments on?
Tell me I was the chosen one
Showed me that this world is bigger than us
Then sent me back where I came from
Excuse me???

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I get that we donāt know which parts of songs for definite are biographical and whatās fiction and sure not all of it is directly relatable or can be interpreted in different ways. I just found it fascinating listening to this album, when she would describe some of her experiences as though she were some alien or crazy for feeling a certain way but all I could keep chanting to myself through a lot of it was omg *one of us, one of us, one of us*. Even where I didnāt Iād think yeah that seems understandable actually. It felt so incredible to have someone encapsulate how you felt or an experience that feels parallel. I guess itās true that when youāre going through something, when youāre in the thick of it, you feel completely isolated and like no one could possibly understand you. And through writing and sharing we find a cathartic relief that we arenāt so alone and through reclaiming our breath, we begin to allow ourselves to dare to believe that maybe everything will be alright.
long live all the mountains we moved āØ