Finally!
It’s taken three months, but I’ve just saved enough money to go to see ‘Gatz’ at the National Theatre. Bring on eight hours of Gatsby!!
The.Greatest.Gatsby.
I lifted the final stanza of Southwestern Swing from one of the first poems I posted here
It just seemed to fit with this poem too well haha
Southwestern Swing
Tapping in his pinstripe suit,
a greying apparition of a rocker.
He’s got H-A-T-E stamped across one hand
L-O-V-E across the other.
His fingers flick the newspaper to
Schoolly D’s off-beats.
He catches my stare and winks
and as we pull into Surbiton the train’s surfing
him and I,
we’re tune surfing
in sync to the rocking cradle of adults,
engine burning.
I see my dance in the plinking of oil
in solvent-soaked garages.
In rumbling laundrettes, a bumbling beggar,
a singing Jamaican and his shining dog.
I’m living through the radio,
the star of the southwest service
bright red lips, grinding hips,
flashing lights and a click-clack bass track.
I surf along a network of coloured lines-
London’s industrial rainbow
of dirty warmth and blinking eyes.
Advertisements fill the curvature of the walls
and bald men spring with a tap tap.
Commuters shuffle tap step.
So much more beautiful the first way.
I think the main, horrifying thing about these airbrushed pictures being distributed, is there has been a lot of media hype calling this beautiful girl fat. It’s like, the media refuses to let her be proud of her body. They’ve even changed her face shape, making her almost unrecognisable. We always rant about how airbrushed photos affect us, but imagine how they must affect the people being airbrushed. Imagine feeling super confident and good about yourself after a photo shoot, and then seeing the end result and realising you weren’t good enough for the magazine. It must be crushing.
I remember, when my friend was practising photo shopping, she took a photo of my face and airbrushed it without my permission or even warning me. Personally, I found the un-airbrushed photo of myself more attractive, since it looked like me, but the airbrushed version was so disheartening. She’d changed the shape of my nose, elongated my face and taken out the scars by my eyes and the scar on my chest from my operation. She only did it as light hearted practice for her art exam, but it crushed me. She didn’t realise, and perhaps the photo-editors don’t realise, that by airbrushing out all the little imperfections on my face she made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. The little scars and freckles and the bump in my nose were all things that made me, me, and she took them away.
Similarly, by changing Jennifer Lawrence’s body, they’re telling her that no matter how successful she is, no matter how talented she is, she will not be good enough because of the things about her that make her who she is.
And I just find that sad.
(Source: day47)
I won the Gavin Ewart Poetry prize!!
$50, 000 signed copy of The Great Gatsby.
If I had $50k I would buy this in seconds.
Ricky is my hero.
But what if you married a truck?
EVEN IF SHE LOOKS LIKE A TRUCK. lololol.
(Source: devoureth)
MY GOODNESS
