U&I KEPT CARDS AROUND THE HOUSE, FROM PLACES IT HAD ONCE BEEN IMPORTANT TO SEE.
u&i alone in a forest were the only subject of all of these cards, alone on a wall in a forest. these cards were a stack on a bookshelf, a stack on the floor. a stranger would enter and the cards would tell stories of how to tell more.
A CURIOUS OF GENTLEMEN INVITES U&I FROM A CLEARING
This journal privileged a theoretical approach which would transcend a mere commentary on current affairs though without forgetting the concreteness of the problems at stake
This journal published jokes, comic strips, and short parodic texts reflecting and commenting in an ironic and self-ironic manner on the link with the symbolic mother
This journal aimed to give choice to a specific reality
This journal promoted by communist women debated possible autonomous modes of action for women with regard to bioethics, the labor market, political representation, and the bisexualization of culture
This journal was undistorted by the sensationalism of the media
This journal’s irregularity was linked to the modes and rhythms of reflection
For a long time now I’ve been trying to write about our songs. But I can’t. But I’m going to try again.
I lived for our songs my whole life. And I loved them more than dearly. These songs were written in the 20th century mostly, & the early 21st. The songs that made you feel that everything was not enough. That saturated life with an airbrush of jewelry & infinite sexual feeling. That kept you up all night. That were more, in their sound, like the night than night itself. That were better than fucking. That made you want to die in their arms every morning. I loved & admired them too much.
I heard our songs long before I ever knew their names. Through my brother, & my mom & my dad. They said our songs were great so I believed them.
The first of our songs I ever loved was “Sir Duke”. I heard it through the walls in the house. It made them seem watery. Thin, like skin deep. And I remember falling in love.
