inject / take away vitality is a bit missing the point though
it's got a sort of entropic power, a will to moulder all solid things
'deconstructed masculinity' indeed. what if masculinity was a rough, badly stitched sack of defenses? why not 'hip hop braggadocio' as a hollow mumble, not even filling it out adequately?
why not a weak angry boy, a helpful inverted succubus to his gf, feeding insistent, exhausted commands but her, 'stifled', 'thinking ahead of him'?
that thing they do, prompting, repeating each others phrases, whisper paralleling song, most thrilling thing in pop for 30yrs. makes me shiver and shake, makes me wanna cry.
a call-and-response pattern confined to the stuffy, consumptive space of self-for-other. finally, we're getting down and dirty in the beyond-fake-real, mirrored abode of intersubjective selfhood.
i tell ya, those two are genius...
cos it's wannabe novel bore shit. im not a huge defender of masculinity but u gotta be cold like a nord. ain't none of that having ur heart broken in third land. ive lost too many friends over the years, some to death and many to us never really jelling in the first place. it's a seductive melancholic illusion. dispell it. i want passion. nothing but passion. I'm never going to pause to comtemplate heartbreak. that's where fascism begins. long live life, not death.
i don't want the real, which is just regular capitalism anyway. I want the ultrareal. visions of possibility. demanding the impossible, shredding the space time fabric.