“Anora” best picture…what no English class does to a nation
03.03.2025 03:48 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0@khilfish.bsky.social
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“Anora” best picture…what no English class does to a nation
03.03.2025 03:48 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0if “Anora” has no haters I’m dead
03.03.2025 03:33 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0in many ways, Sean Baker winning all these awards for “Anora” is a direct consequence of Me Too and men’s discomfort with women speaking out against sexual violence
03.03.2025 03:31 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0how to tell my uber driver she’s torturing me (playing the weeknd)
23.02.2025 02:08 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Ordnance At the museum I learn I am as tall as some bombs (5'7"). The bombs in question are dumb bombs, which means they do not question gravity. They just land where they land, bury what they can. Placed in rows they look something like soldiers. Dumb soldiers. The placard explains how all bombs used to be dumb, how the term was coined retroactively by whoever made them smart, taught them about lasers, thermo-dynamics, critical theory, all the things a contemporary bomb must know to stay competitive in a growing field. War was simpler when my dad lived here. It was called Saigon then & the bombs were so dumb they didn't even know it. All they had to do was their jobs. Christ. This place has no damn AC. The casualties are colorized, the tourists are foreigner than me, & Lennon serenades us on a loop, asking us every three & a half minutes to imagine no possessions. My phone dings. Take museum with salt, texts Ba. It's propaganda. Fish sauce, I reply. I send him photos: me standing in front of a nearly forgotten apartment, an elementary school, a wildlife sanctuary. I allow him to imagine me happy. I tell him on Tuesday I fed mangoes to a ten-year-old elephant. I do not tell him it was recovering from a land mine blast. I do not tell him his friend groped me last night at the bar, & I definitely do not tell him I am a communist. The world is a list of things I keep from my father. Before I leave, I run my hands over the shell of another sleeping bomb. But I'm not the only one, sings John. We're dumb as hell. Full of hurt. Excerpted from "At the End of the World There Is a Pond: Poems." Copyright © 2025 by Steven Duong. Published by W.W, Norton &
“At the museum I learn I am as tall as some bombs.” — Steven Duong, “Ordnance,” At The End Of The World There Is A Pond
08.02.2025 21:10 — 👍 445 🔁 85 💬 8 📌 5by all accounts, Wallace and Gromit should be lovers, and yet Gromit remains subservient…
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