Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

Activity

You added a note
6 years, 4 months ago

suffering has always been the barometer of authenticity

It's no wonder, as Wendy Brown points out, that suffering has always been the barometer of authenticity, and authenticity has in turn become proof of identity. Your bleeding wound is the evidence that allows you to name yourself part of a group; shared wounds have historically been the impetus for …

—p.126 Socialist Realism by Trisha Low
You added a note
6 years, 4 months ago

that's why the movie is called Amour topic/growing-older

Amour is a movie about an aging couple. They live happily together in a charming Parisian apartment. They are still in love. That's why the movie is called Amour. [...] One day, Emanuelle has a stroke while they're eating breakfast. Time stops. When it starts again, she is bed-ridden and incapa…

—p.120 by Trisha Low
You added a note
6 years, 4 months ago

the touches between us had become rote and glazed topic/heartbreak

I don't remember the last time I saw the ashtray we made in Brighton Beach, but I think it was right before the breakup. Neither of us was crying, but the touches between us had become rote and glazed, we already knew. It was spring, and the exhaust fan blowing the cigarette ash out your living roo…

—p.66 by Trisha Low
You added a note
6 years, 4 months ago

we worship at its shrine even as it keeps us docile

[...] in the US, heritage is mobilized as an individualistic, institutional myth. It would have us believe that by reviving our family narratives and traditions, by demanding representational equity, indeed, by raising "awareness" of our ethnic differences, we can address, even eradicate, the scour…

—p.49 by Trisha Low
You added a note
6 years, 4 months ago

I decide other people are no longer worth my time

It's years ago, and I am a sickly, chubby child. I study hard, but no one would call me clever. I'm not yet at the age where there appears to be no difference between the two. On my first day of school, another child tells me I'm fat, like an ugly plum. I decide other people are no longer worth my …

—p.19 by Trisha Low