Juda Gaga I'm so out of date~
I haven't written here in ages, but I'm so loathe to waste a perfectly good lj and delete it. The username (if anyone even wants this ugly one) isn't released, but is kept frozen in time way after the journal has been deleted and purged, waiting in silence for someone with the exact same brainwave to come along and buy it, for fifteen dollars (?). Not that I mind selling usernames, it's just that the silence seems so sad. I'd like to show that I talked, once. And I'm talking again in my head and to whoever is still around, sharing some of my still air.
I won't offer some long catch-up story. It'd be so boring. But yeah, just wanted to ramble a bit about art, specifically costumes and make-up, and how surreally beautiful certain gifted (the face!) people are. I'm listening to and watching Gaga's Judas on repeat now, although I didn't like the song when it came out and initally refused to even give it a try. But today, after watching the video in my Restoration lit class, I was so totally sold on it. The video is sheer opulence, I could kiss it, lick it, suck it dry. I was so in love and jizzed after seeing it that when it was time for class discussion, I couldn't resist and gave some empty headed drivel in answer to a question. But really, what I feel about it ... is so much more complex. It's been a long time since I've seen anything that clicked with my imagination so much. I'm really not deep enough to come up with a scholarly and informed opinion about it or even to offer a good point about the video, but what the heck, art is for everyone.
So, Jesus looked like a Byzantine icon, didn't he? And who would not be seduced by the amber gold world that Gaga holds out? And really, the tension between competing hetero and homo interpretations made me so excited that it took me ages to digest the lyrics about internal struggle. And now I wonder what I'm supposed to think, or if it's good enough to just feel when I see something so perfect.
What is the relationship between interior being and the desires that lie outside and that we grasp for? Well, I've been reading the bestselling Wittgenstein comic book (it's gold, Introducing ... Wittgenstein), and there's no such thing as inside and outside. Thoughts don't reside inside our heads, the chairs and tables and beautiful people we want don't reside outside in the world. I would add, that we're all lost. Or maybe we are where we are, and waiting to be found. Or maybe there's no Lost and no Found.