Sunday Afternoon bought to you by French Feminsm & Punk/Hardcore/Punk

Reading Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa for my Masters Course and somehow it turned into an afternoon of French Feminism and it suddenly became an afternoon filled with all of my favourite punk/hardcore/punk tunes. They seem to work together well without paradox or dichotomy.

Rancid – Time Bomb: Helping me get through the day

“The writer is a secret criminal. How? First because writing tries to undertake the journey toward strange sources of art that are foreign to us. “The thing” does not happen here, it happens somewhere else, in a strange and foreign country. The writer has a foreign origin; we do not know the particular nature of these foreigners, but we feel they feel there is an appeal, that someone is calling them back.”Helene Cixous

Operation Ivy – Unity:

Operation Ivy – The Crowd:

Husker Du – Don’t want to know if you are lonely:

“The most beautiful things cannot be written unfortunately Fortunately We would have to be able to write with our eyes with wild eyes” – Helene Cixous

Fugazi – Waiting Room

“When a sin comes back (its memory) you absolutely must bury it. How to bury the memory of a sin that comes from a distant past? I shut it up in a clay pot. Then I dug right into the cold hard ground, deep down. Without of course telling anyone what I had in the pot,then I stuck this pot the size of a little quart saucepan into the ground and I covered the hole in the ground with ice for a long time, and that despite the presence of people who had no inkling what I was ridding myself of in this little improvised coffin.”- Helene Cixous

Black Flag – TV Party

“Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.” – Helene Cixous

Dead Kennedys – Holiday in Cambodia

“The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that hurts us (we who are writing), that makes us tremble, redden, bleed” – Helene Cixous

The Clash – White Riot

“And so when you have lost everything, no more roads, no direction, no fixed signs, no ground, no thoughts able to resist other thoughts, when you are lost, beside yourself, and you continue getting lost, when you become the panicky movement of getting lost, then, that’s when, where you are unwoven weft, flesh that lets strangeness come through, defenseless being, without resistance, without batten, without skin, inundated with otherness, it’s in these breathless times that writings traverse you, songs of an unheard-of purity flow through you, addressed to no one, they well up, surge forth, from the throats of your unknown inhabitants, these are the cries that death and life hurl in their combat.”- Helene Cixous

Stiff Little Fingers – Alternative Ulster

“Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.” Helene Cixous
Hope you have enjoyed this culture clash. Let me know. Have a fine evening all.

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