anarcho-syndicalism. classical myth/Pre-Raphaelites. Hieronymus Bosch and his Hermetic, Sabbatic, Jungian weirdness. witchery. sequential art. self-explanatory. having the gall to protest the use of things like ethnic slurs.
People who read. That's really all that I ask for in a friend.
Also, no random band solicitations. I'm not a groupie. Not only that, but I'm a feminist. That's right, a feminist. BOOGAH-BOOGAH-BOOGAH!
(There...that ought to take care of deluded lunkheads looking to score as well.)
Other than that, anyone willing to wax poetic about politics or engage in scathing commentary about arts and music is welcome. I mean, this is a social community, right?
***NOTE*** Being Pagan, I talk about Pagan/Craft related matters on my blog from time to time, but if you want to see those entries you'll have to be on my "preferred list." I'll add anyone who asks. :)
The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Clash, Bauhaus, Smashing Pumpkins, Tool, A Perfect Circle, AFI, Pretty Girls Make Graves (they're breaking up aaaaaahhhh nooooo), The Dresden Dolls, The White Stripes, Interpol, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Editors, Echo and the Bunnymen, and other such randomly assorted stuff. (I am also secretly a closet Marilyn Manson fan. Shhh, don't tell anyone.)
Okay, I've decided to try and name some. The Fifth Element, Sleepy Hollow, I Heart Huccabees, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (and that other Charlie Kaufman movie...based on The Orchid Thief?), Waking Life, pretty much all Tim Burton movies, Brokeback Mountain (I have to say that this was the most emotionally affecting movie I've ever seen, and I want to impale people who make fun of it), Supersize Me and Michael Moore docs, Pan's Labyrinth, aaaand...I'll think of other ones later.
Television's bad for you. Unless you're watching Adult Swim of course...in which case you just start laughing uncontrollably in the middle of the night. (And, if you're like me, marvelling at the great color choices for the character designs in Wolf's Rain.) I also highly enjoy The Daily Show and Late Night with Conan O'Brian. (He bears an uncanny resemblance to the president of Finland!)
The fiction that comes to mind include Woman Warrior by Maxine-Hong Kingston, Bread Givers by Anzia Yezierska, A Clockwork Orange by Burgess, Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter, George Orwell's work, Chitra Divakaruni's Queen of Dreams, a collection of Jonathan Franzen's essays...that last one's not fiction, but I enjoyed it. Bah, I read too much non-fiction. Feminist essays, Paolo Friere and whatnot. David Sedaris and Jim Knipfel, when I want to laugh. Anne Rice when I'm feeling indulgent. I've been trying to dig myself deeper into the canon - the classics, Shakespeare and whatnot.
Non-fiction is also made up of weird people like Carl Jung or Starhawk, and things published by the lovely people at Disinformation. I also enjoy random academic works, when I find myself able to put in the effort.
When it comes to "graphic novels" (or "sequential art," as we artistic types like to say), I've been getting into Daniel Clowes (Ice Haven was wonderful), have read my requisite Johnen Vasquez, and have become utterly obsessed with Neil Gaiman. (This brings to mind a Vasquez quote: "I've read everything of yours, Neil Gooman's, and all the other required reading for when you sign on to be a spooky person." Guilty as charged.)
Also, I have recently been drooling over Gail Potocki's Union of Hope and Sadness. It's an art book. It rocks.
Retracting my earlier statements, I'd like to say...errmmm...Emma Goldman. "8,000 years ahead of her time," as someone once said.