1. "Sex on Fire" - Cannons (cover)
2. "Batman, Wolfman, Frankenstein or Dracula" - The Diamonds
3. The Greatest Show - movie cast
4. A Place Above - Jehnny Beth, Cillian Murphy
5. "Binz" - Solange Knowles
6. "Goo Goo Muck" - The Cramps. From the soundtrack of Netflix's Wednesday, of course.
7. One Night in Bangkok - Murray Head
8. "Not Enough Time" - INXS
9. "Until You Come Back to Me (That's What I'm Gonna Do)" - Aretha Franklin. As I heard on a plane on Monday, June 12, 1995.
10. "My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors" - Moxy Fruvous
11. "Runaway Crush" by Stella Soleil [Part of a really long journal entry written on Thursday, July 29, 2021] Super deep dive into a Disney program here, but to return to Baron Zemo for a moment, someone on Tumblr translated the title of a book that Zemo is seen reading while on a plane with Sam and Bucky, the Falcon and the Winter Solder. The book is in German; the English translation is How to Say No to the One You Love: Demarcation and Devotion in the Erotic Relationship. Well, that is a weird book for Zemo, a widower who has been in prison for the last few years, to be reading. Apparently one shot shows where he is in the book, and he's reading a chapter called "Same Sex Fantasies in Heterosexuals."
Um, does Zemo think that the best approach to manipulating Bucky is to try to seduce him? Now that Bucky can't be manipulated with code words anymore? Or does he have a different love interest in mind? Or is he just genuinely attracted to Bucky? But you can't trust him because he's a master manipulator.
So, uh, yeah, I'm still a little hung up on Captain America and the Winter Soldier. And now we wait until November 24 for the Hawkeye series starring Hailee Steinfeld as Kate Bishop.
One more thing about She by Theodora Siranian. [This is a poetry chapbook I'd found at Irvington Books & Vinyl.]
"Oh my god, Erin, you can't just sit around with a hardbound journal writing about poetry and media all day."
Oh, but can't I, though?
This is an excerpt from "Some Infinite Thing:"
"choosing to listen
to you die
through the telephone
while thinking
about fucking strange men,
in strange places, running
my tongue along
their bodies like some
desperate, wintered animal
to the salt lick,
pupils to the peripheral, always
the exit, the exit,
the exit."
[Note: "wintered animal" might be a typo. A Freudian slip. The text might actually read "wounded animal."]
Juxtaposition of death and sexual imagery to highlight the contrasts between life and death: a poetic technique as old as time. But the salt lick imagery is what's appealing to me. I've had salt and salt licks stuck in my head like a meme or earworm lately, for a number of reasons:
1. Possibly back on July 13th, I heard an episode of the podcast Cult or Just Weird. The episode was about Throwawaylien - that is a Reddit (online messaging board) user's name which is a play on "throw away" and "alien." Throwawaylien claims he gets abducted by aliens once every 7 years. His story is wild, but the one detail that sticks in my brain is that, he says, the aliens always give him a gift of salt when they return him, apparently because they recognize that we need electrolytes to live.
too long/didn't read: Salt is the typical gift given to humans by space aliens.
2. There's this on Tumblr by a native speaker of the Russian language about Daniel Brühl's bad Russian pronunciation in Captain America: Civil War. The original poster (op) says when Brühl, as Baron Zemo, says Bucky's trigger word "soldier," which is "soldat" in Russian, he sounds like he's either saying it in baby talk or asking Bucky "want some salt?" Apparently he's saying the L in "soldat" in a very German way and not the correct Russian way.
So now I think "want some salt?" is either something aliens say when they turn you from abduction or a thing you say to your kidnapped mind-controlled supersoldier to get him to comply.
3. This one's a much looser connection because it's a misheard song lyric, but I recently rediscovered the Stella Soleil song "Runaway Crush." Ugh, such a great song. According to online lyrics aggregators, the proper lyrics of a certain line are, "I'm kissing the soft of your skin/It's like a runaway sin." But I always mishear "soft of your skin" as "salt of your skin."
So...that's a rather random collection of salt images....
Yep, that's what goes on inside my mind: Poetry, salt, and horniness.
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