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Caitlín R. Kiernan ([personal profile] greygirlbeast) wrote2010-04-03 12:20 pm

"Would you like to see a little of it?" said the Mock Turtle.

A sunny morning here in Providence. The office window (well, one of two) is open, and there's a Siamese cat sitting on my desk, watching whatever there is Outside to watch.

Today will be a day on which I make a new beginning for the Next Novel. That's my hope.

Yesterday, conversation about The Wolf Who Cried Girl, and I answered a great mass of accumulated email, and agreed to do an interview for Clarkesworld, and I bowed out of two anthologies (because, presently, there's only time for the novel and Sirenia Digest), and I lay on the bed with Hubero while Spooky read me the first chapter of Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962; one of the most beautiful books I know).

This morning, I am weary of modernity.

And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.* Did their parents teach them? Did they learn it somewhere else? Is this a spontaneous cultural phenomenon? Are they afraid of appearing weak? Is this capitalism streamlining the human psyche to be more useful by eliminating anything that might hamper productivity? Is it a sort of conformism? I don't know, but I could go the rest of my life and never again hear anyone whine about someone else being "emo," and it would be a Very Good Thing.

Could anything be more inimical to art than a fear of emotion, or a fear of "excessive" emotion, or a reluctance to express emotion around others? No, of course not. Art can even best the weights of utter fucking ignorance and totalitarian repression, but it cannot survive emotional constipation.

I want a T-shirt that says, "Art is Emo." We live in an age where people are more apt to believe a thing if they read it on a T-shirt.

Last night we watched the new episodes of Fringe and Spartacus: Blood and Titties. Very enjoyable, on both counts.

Now, the platypus calls my name. Here are three photos from Thursday:





Budding tree.



The Armory and Dexter Training Ground. View to the south.



Houses along Dexter Street. View to the east.

Photographs Copyright © 2010 by Kathryn A. Pollnac



*The suggestion has been made that they are so much expressing fear as contempt, and I am open to that possibility, though fear and contempt often go hand in hand.

[identity profile] timesygn.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)

And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.

I don't think they're afraid so much as contemptuous of emotion. In my experience, these youngins view feelings as the buttons they need to push to get what they want out of other humans - the logical outgrowth of vending machine culture.

Just a thought.

[identity profile] chn-breathmint.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I will be playing with silkscreens Monday in Design class. What is your t-shirt size?

- Mel

[identity profile] robyn-ma.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll simply say that the template 'Teenagers do ______ these days. We were _________ [some variant of 'superior'] when we were that age' has existed among the older generation since there have been teenagers. Nothing to get hung about. Some will square their shit away, some won't.

For the record, the teens I see on a daily basis don't seem to shrink from emotion. They must grow 'em different in Providence. If it's solely about disdaining 'emo' — Christ, that goes back to the Stoics. (Marcus Aurelius' 'Get rid of the judgment, get rid of the 'I am hurt,' you are rid of the hurt itself' is the original 'Go cry, emo kid.')
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[identity profile] juushika.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962; one of the most beautiful books I know).
Me too.
sovay: (Psholtii: in a bad mood)

[personal profile] sovay 2010-04-03 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.

It makes them vulnerable. Any chink in the armor is to be avoided at all costs; it will just turn up on YouTube and everyone will laugh at you.

[identity profile] thehousesparrow.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
And I'm wondering how the new crop of teens and twentysomethings became so afraid of emotion and the expression thereof.* Did their parents teach them? Did they learn it somewhere else? Is this a spontaneous cultural phenomenon? Are they afraid of appearing weak? Is this capitalism streamlining the human psyche to be more useful by eliminating anything that might hamper productivity? Is it a sort of conformism? I don't know, but I could go the rest of my life and never again hear anyone whine about someone else being "emo," and it would be a Very Good Thing.

It's counterculture from the Emo fad and the early days of Radiohead. It's kind of like how the bright fashions of the 80's gave way to the grunge of the 90's. People get sick of one extreme and so they rush to the other end of the spectrum.

[identity profile] jtglover.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
We live in an age where people are more apt to believe a thing if they read it on a T-shirt.

...which would go nicely on a T-shirt.

[identity profile] easter-lane.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, three of my good friends are in their very, very early twenties, and I hang out with them quite a bit. What I've noticed about this generation is they are extremely casual about physical affection. They hug everyone and, if they really like you, they'll sick their tongue down your throat. They are very affectionate with their friends, and have quite a few sex partners (not all of them do, but a good number), but the idea of romantic love makes them very nervous. An actual date, without the prospect of hooking up, is terrifying. Often they don't approach someone because they 'really like them'. The explination I get is a very broad 'I don't want to get hurt'. Myself I find this very odd, cause I had always been just the opposite; fairly reserved in my physical attention, but if there was a chance for love, I charged in boldly and wildly.

[identity profile] mckenzie34.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Last night I went and saw Henry Rollins on his current spoken word tour. I was completely blown away, when at one point, he started talking about how disturbing it is that young people these days are so anti-emotion. He said he wondered if it was some social darwinism capitalist kind of way of creating generations of humans who perform at maximum productivity to the system.
In a word, a way of making people most like machines. Was pretty poignant to have read your post, and then hear Hank talkin' 'bout the same thing. 'Guess great minds really do think alike. By the way, if any of you get the chance to see him on this tour, do. *Highly* recommended!

[identity profile] docbrite.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually, they love emotion. They especially love it when you post it online, so they can get "lulz" from it.

I'm a little bit sick of the Internet, I think.