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uispeccoll · 3 months

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#VoicesFromTheStacks

Image: Self Portrait with cranes from Hope Project (Photo credit: Clarissa Sligh)  

The Artist Books of Clarissa Sligh

In honor of Black History Month, we are highlighting artist, writer, and lecturer Clarissa Sligh. Born in Washington, D.C. and raised in Virginia, Sligh is often inspired by cultural, historical, and political events that intersect with moments in her life. Sligh considers these interactions, or “collisions,” between moments in history and events in one’s life to be significant and transformative. One such example of this is detailed in Sligh’s work “It Wasn’t Little Rock,” which discusses desegregation in public schools during the 1960s, a personal topic for Sligh, who was the lead plaintiff at the age of 15 in a school desegregation case.    

Images: Cover and inside page of "It Wasn't Little Rock" (2005)

A notable example of Sligh’s work and its reference to her personal experiences is her 1988 artist's book titled “What’s Happening with Momma?” Here, the artist engages users to “walk” through rooms of her childhood home, following the steps of accordion-folded strips of paper filled with text detailing memories of her sister’s birth in the home. This is Sligh’s first artist’s book, made through the Women’s Studio Workshop in New York.  

Images: Cover and inside page of "What's Happening with Momma" (1988)

Sligh earned a BS in Mathematics from Hampton Institute in Virginia, a BFA and an MFA in visual arts from Howard University, and an MBA from the University of Pennsylvania. Earlier in her career she had worked at NASA in the manned space flight program, eventually leaving to focus on working as an artist. Her works have been featured all over the world, notably at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, the National Museum of African American History and Culture, and more. To learn more about Sligh and her works, visit the artist’s website.

Images: Cloth enclosure, cover and inside page of "Voyage(r): A Tourist Map to Japan" (2000)

Images: Left: Inside page of "Reading Dick and Jane with Me" (1989). Right: Cover and origami crane for "Transforming Hate" (2016).

– Kaylee S., Special Collections Olson Graduate Assistant

#uiowa #libraries #special collections #uiowaspecialcollections #rare books #voicesfromthestacks #artist books #Clarissa Sligh #black history month

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ladiesonfilm · 9 months

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Bree Olson ⭐️

She was quite the big noise back in the day - Playboy & everything! She was actually medium filthy but personally I always saw her more as the ‘slutty-big-tits’ goofy neighbour type than the hardcore porn bitch type.

She also got mixed up with professional asshole Charlie Sheen which didn’t help & after she retired was roundly and totally unfairly derided for saying that yes she used to do porn but maybe it would be nice if people didn’t constantly treat her like dirt because of it!

Pro tip: in one of her first gangbang movies she takes a royal dick slapping - but it’s not about that, it’s about what she says while it’s going on!

FR 3.5

Status : Retired

PSR : 14

PC : R/B/B/H/R

#bree olson

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xx-emo-boi-artie-xx · 2 years

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Ace Attorney Sexuality Headcannons

Note: this is just for fun, if you disagree, that’s okay 👍

Phoenix Wright

Bisexual but all his love interests have to be at least a little fem

Miles Edgeworth

So gay he doesn’t even realize women find him attractive.

Maya Fey

“So Ace that she doesn’t understand the question and wishes everyone would just stop asking.” - Dan Olson about the planet Uranus.

Dick Gumshoe

Pan but doesn’t realize it because he just assumes everyone is like that.

Apollo Justice

Bi but leans more towards men.

Klavier Gavin

✨Pansexual, baby!✨

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #narumitsu #klapollo #maya fey #dick gumshoe #miles edgeworth #klavier gavin #apollo justice #wrightworth

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hooked-on-elvis · 13 days

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"Thinking About You"

1973, '74, '75

From the album "Promised Land", released by RCA Records on January 15, 1975, "Thinking About You" was recorded by Elvis on December 12, 1973, at the December 10–16 recording sessions for RCA at Stax Records in Memphis, Tennessee.

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Composer, Lyricist: Tim Baty; Vocal: Kathy Westmoreland; Vocal: Voice; Vocal: J.D. Sumner; Vocal: The Stamps; Producer: Ernst Mikael Jørgensen; Producer: Roger Semon; Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Dennis Ferrante; Engineer: Al Pachucki; Engineer: Mike Moran; Engineer: Dick Baxter; Engineer: Tom Brown Jr.; Engineer: Ron Olson.

Elvis at the Stax Records studio in Memphis. In the first picture EP's with Wayne Jackson of the Memphis Horns. All the pictures taken the same day in July 1973.

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"Thinking About You" (Take 6) by Elvis Presley. From "Elvis At Stax" compilation album, released in 2013.

#me again... just loving elvis' country songs #Youtube

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sailorbarkobitch · 8 months

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Reading Hank's Walk literally changed the way I think about Olson. His parents disapprove of him, he has daddy issues and is overcompensating for his homosexuality, he is attracted to McVries and that makes him jealous of Garraty, he becomes obsessed with religion because he thinks that's the only thing that will save his soul AND he's OBSESSED WITH DICK AND HE WANTS TO FUCK THE MAJOR

#elias speaks #the long walk #tlw #hank olson #hank's walk #hanks walk #majorolson

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scottwellsmagic · 9 months

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788: TAOM 2023 Convention - Day Four Report

Monday September 4, 2023

8:00 AM until 12:00 PM TAOM 2024 Registration

10:00 AM until 12:00 PM Lecture Brent Braun and Andy Glass

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#TAOM #Houston Texas #Doug Gorman #Mark Weidhaas #John Sturk #Fabian Moreno #Dick Olson

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vavandeveresfan · 8 days

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"I Will Not Read Your Fucking Script."

(For those of you who think professional writers are obligated to read your fanfic/short story/novel/screenplay.)

Originally published September 9, 2009 by The Village Voice.

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So. I read the thing. And it hurt, man. It really hurt. I was dying to find something positive to say, and there was nothing.

by Josh Olson

We know you’ve been working very hard on your screenplay, but before you go looking for some professional feedback, you might keep in mind the following piece by A History of Violence screenwriter Josh Olson.

I will not read your fucking script.

That’s simple enough, isn’t it? “I will not read your fucking script.” What’s not clear about that? There’s nothing personal about it, nothing loaded, nothing complicated. I simply have no interest in reading your fucking screenplay. None whatsoever.

If that seems unfair, I’ll make you a deal. In return for you not asking me to read your fucking script, I will not ask you to wash my fucking car, or take my fucking picture, or represent me in fucking court, or take out my fucking gall bladder, or whatever the fuck it is that you do for a living.

You’re a lovely person. Whatever time we’ve spent together has, I’m sure, been pleasurable for both of us. I quite enjoyed that conversation we once had about structure and theme, and why Sergio Leone is the greatest director who ever lived. Yes, we bonded, and yes, I wish you luck in all your endeavors, and it would thrill me no end to hear that you had sold your screenplay, and that it had been made into the best movie since Godfather Part II.

But I will not read your fucking script.

At this point, you should walk away, firm in your conviction that I’m a dick. But if you’re interested in growing as a human being and recognizing that it is, in fact, you who are the dick in this situation, please read on.

Yes. That’s right. I called you a dick. Because you created this situation. You put me in this spot where my only option is to acquiesce to your demands or be the bad guy. That, my friend, is the very definition of a dick move.

I was recently cornered by a young man of my barest acquaintance.

I doubt we’ve exchanged a hundred words. But he’s dating someone I know, and he cornered me in the right place at the right time, and asked me to read a two-page synopsis for a script he’d been working on for the last year. He was submitting the synopsis to some contest or program, and wanted to get a professional opinion.

Now, I normally have a standard response to people who ask me to read their scripts, and it’s the simple truth: I have two piles next to my bed. One is scripts from good friends, and the other is manuscripts and books and scripts my agents have sent to me that I have to read for work. Every time I pick up a friend’s script, I feel guilty that I’m ignoring work. Every time I pick something up from the other pile, I feel guilty that I’m ignoring my friends. If I read yours before any of that, I’d be an awful person.

Most people get that. But sometimes you find yourself in a situation where the guilt factor is really high, or someone plays on a relationship or a perceived obligation, and it’s hard to escape without seeming rude. Then, I tell them I’ll read it, but if I can put it down after ten pages, I will. They always go for that, because nobody ever believes you can put their script down once you start.

But hell, this was a two page synopsis, and there was no time to go into either song or dance, and it was just easier to take it. How long can two pages take?

Weeks, is the answer.

And this is why I will not read your fucking script.

It rarely takes more than a page to recognize that you’re in the presence of someone who can write, but it only takes a sentence to know you’re dealing with someone who can’t.

(By the way, here’s a simple way to find out if you’re a writer. If you disagree with that statement, you’re not a writer. Because, you see, writers are also readers.)

You may want to allow for the fact that this fellow had never written a synopsis before, but that doesn’t excuse the inability to form a decent sentence, or an utter lack of facility with language and structure. The story described was clearly of great importance to him, but he had done nothing to convey its specifics to an impartial reader. What I was handed was, essentially, a barely coherent list of events, some connected, some not so much. Characters wander around aimlessly, do things for no reason, vanish, reappear, get arrested for unnamed crimes, and make wild, life-altering decisions for no reason. Half a paragraph is devoted to describing the smell and texture of a piece of food, but the climactic central event of the film is glossed over in a sentence. The death of the hero is not even mentioned. One sentence describes a scene he’s in, the next describes people showing up at his funeral. I could go on, but I won’t. This is the sort of thing that would earn you a D minus in any Freshman Comp class.

Which brings us to an ugly truth about many aspiring screenwriters: They think that screenwriting doesn’t actually require the ability to write, just the ability to come up with a cool story that would make a cool movie. Screenwriting is widely regarded as the easiest way to break into the movie business, because it doesn’t require any kind of training, skill or equipment. Everybody can write, right? And because they believe that, they don’t regard working screenwriters with any kind of real respect. They will hand you a piece of inept writing without a second thought, because you do not have to be a writer to be a screenwriter.

So. I read the thing. And it hurt, man. It really hurt. I was dying to find something positive to say, and there was nothing. And the truth is, saying something positive about this thing would be the nastiest, meanest and most dishonest thing I could do. Because here’s the thing: not only is it cruel to encourage the hopeless, but you cannot discourage a writer. If someone can talk you out of being a writer, you’re not a writer. If I can talk you out of being a writer, I’ve done you a favor, because now you’ll be free to pursue your real talent, whatever that may be. And, for the record, everybody has one. The lucky ones figure out what that is. The unlucky ones keep on writing shitty screenplays and asking me to read them.

To make matters worse, this guy (and his girlfriend) had begged me to be honest with him. He was frustrated by the responses he’d gotten from friends, because he felt they were going easy on him, and he wanted real criticism. They never do, of course. What they want is a few tough notes to give the illusion of honesty, and then some pats on the head. What they want — always — is encouragement, even when they shouldn’t get any.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone that they’ve spent a year wasting their time? Do you know how much blood and sweat goes into that criticism? Because you want to tell the truth, but you want to make absolutely certain that it comes across honestly and without cruelty. I did more rewrites on that fucking e-mail than I did on my last three studio projects.

My first draft was ridiculous. I started with specific notes, and after a while, found I’d written three pages on the first two paragraphs. That wasn’t the right approach. So I tossed it, and by the time I was done, I’d come up with something that was relatively brief, to the point, and considerate as hell. The main point I made was that he’d fallen prey to a fallacy that nails a lot of first-timers. He was way more interested in telling his one story than in being a writer. It was like buying all the parts to a car and starting to build it before learning the basics of auto mechanics. You’ll learn a lot along the way, I said, but you’ll never have a car that runs.

(I should mention that while I was composing my response, he pulled the ultimate amateur move, and sent me an e-mail saying, “If you haven’t read it yet, don’t! I have a new draft. Read this!” In other words, “The draft I told you was ready for professional input, wasn’t actually.”)

I advised him that if all he was interested in was this story, he should find a writer and work with him; or, if he really wanted to be a writer, start at the beginning and take some classes, and start studying seriously.

And you know what? I shouldn’t have bothered. Because for all the hair I pulled out, for all the weight and seriousness I gave his request for a real, professional critique, his response was a terse “Thanks for your opinion.” And, the inevitable fallout — a week later a mutual friend asked me, “What’s this dick move I hear you pulled on Whatsisname?”

So now this guy and his girlfriend think I’m an asshole, and the truth of the matter is, the story really ended the moment he handed me the goddamn synopsis. Because if I’d just said “No” then and there, they’d still think I’m an asshole. Only difference is, I wouldn’t have had to spend all that time trying to communicate thoughtfully and honestly with someone who just wanted a pat on the head, and, more importantly, I wouldn’t have had to read that godawful piece of shit.

You are not owed a read from a professional, even if you think you have an in, and even if you think it’s not a huge imposition. It’s not your choice to make. This needs to be clear — when you ask a professional for their take on your material, you’re not just asking them to take an hour or two out of their life, you’re asking them to give you — gratis — the acquired knowledge, insight, and skill of years of work. It is no different than asking your friend the house painter to paint your living room during his off-hours.

There’s a great story about Pablo Picasso. Some guy told Picasso he’d pay him to draw a picture on a napkin. Picasso whipped out a pen and banged out a sketch, handed it to the guy, and said, “One million dollars, please.”

“A million dollars?” the guy exclaimed. “That only took you thirty seconds!”

“Yes,” said Picasso. “But it took me fifty years to learn how to draw that in thirty seconds.”

Like the cad who asks the professional for a free read, the guy simply didn’t have enough respect for the artist to think about what he was asking for. If you think it’s only about the time, then ask one of your non-writer friends to read it. Hell, they might even enjoy your script. They might look upon you with a newfound respect. It could even come to pass that they call up a friend in the movie business and help you sell it, and soon, all your dreams will come true. But me?

I will not read your fucking script.

Josh Olson’s screenplay for the film A History of Violence was nominated for the Academy Award, the BAFTA, the WGA award and the Edgar. He is also the writer and director of the horror/comedy cult movie Infested, which Empire Magazine named one of the 20 Best Straight to Video Movies ever made. Recently, he has written with the legendary Harlan Ellison, and worked on Halo with Peter Jackson and Neill Blomkamp. He adapted Dennis Lehane’s story “Until Gwen,” which he will also be directing. He is currently adapting One Shot, one of the best-selling Jack Reacher books for Paramount.

#writblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #screenwriting #scriptwriting #asking pros to read your shit #writer #writers #writing life #writers life #writers problems #writing advice #writing tips #writing #queue

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doomandgloomfromthetomb · 9 months

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Sloppy Heads - TV Eye, Ridgewood, New York, January 27, 2023

Is there a new Sloppy Heads record out? Yes, there is a new Sloppy Heads record out! Sometimes Just One Second just dropped on the Shrimper label and — dare I say it — it's the best Heads yet! Ariella Stok, Bill the Drummer, and Jimmy Jumpjump (AKA your friend and mine Jesse Jarnow) have crafted a sprawling masterpiece this time around: 75 minutes of sweet jams, fuzzed-out pop, cracked balladry and even a delicious Dead boogie.

Extra props to Yo La Tengo's James McNew, Ladybug Transistor's Gary Olson, Pee Wee's Playhouse artist Gary Panter and legendary animator Al Jarnow for making this a truly special collection. For a little more detail, check out this recent Jarnow + Jarnow Q&A on Aquarium Drunkard.

I like the RIYL that came along with the Sometimes Just One Second promo, so I'll just reprint it here:

RIYL: WFMU, Mutant Sounds blog, Half Japanese, Yo La Tengo, The Fugs, Seastones, Kluster, Crazy Horse, The Godz, Yoko Ono's Approximately Infinite Universe, Bonzo Dog Band, Pep Lester, Spotted Dick, X, Jefferson Airplane, The Vaselines

You like all that, don't you?! I do. I also like this short live video via the great Roolin YouTube channel of Sloppy Heads out in Ridgewood. Loose as a goose, right as rain.

#sloppy heads #james mcnew #jesse jarnow

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neverknoah · 24 days

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I have to share the experience that is Trap Demon to newcomers 🙏

his full songs are

Alone

Trap Don't Stop

Touched by an Angel

Booty Breath (which has a full music video filmed by Ricky Olson)

'96 Skylark

Butt Stuff

but(t) I must urge you not to miss out and check his non finished songs Red Lobsta and best of all, type 'dick cousins vinny mauro' into youtube and it's the first result

i am ROLLING rn😭😭😭😭 will definitely be checking his stuff out. anon you have made my entire night thank you for enlightening me🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#allie’s asks #allie answers #vinny mauro #MIW #motionless in white

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ch4p3lofbl00d · 10 months

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It's going to be okay, I'm going to help you I promise~Ricky Olson

Imagine being Balz's sister, and you're dating Ricky and you go to his house to spend the night. You end up having thoughts about suicide, which no one knew about you having and you end up cutting with his razor and he sees all of you scars

Y\N Pov

I'm currently getting ready to go to my boyfriend's house. I'm still surprised that my brother, Joshua (balz) wasn't mad about me dating his bandmate. Yes, I'm the sister of the famous keyboardist from Motionless In White and yes, I'm dating Richard Olson. I smiled, thinking about Ricky. He was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I smiled as I got up from my bed and walked over to my dresser and saw my eyeliner missing. I rolled my eyes, and yelled

"BALZ WHERE DID MY EYELINER GO YOU DICK HEAD"

I jumped back when I heard a familiar voice say

"I took your eyeliner actually"

I looked behind me, and saw Ricky, scratching his head nervously. I blushed a bright pink out of embarrassment.

"Oh Balz always likes to steal my eyeliner, so I just thought that he stole it again. I wasn't expecting you to steal my eyeliner"

I saw Ricky smile, and say

"It's all good. I've actually been here for awhile now, you were in this daze, and I needed to fix my makeup real quick and I thought that you wouldn't mind me using your eyeliner"

I blushed deeper, and said

"It's fine. I just needed to do my makeup real quick"

I saw Ricky shake his head and come closer to me and say

"You don't need makeup. You look beautiful without it"

I blushed a deeper red, and hid my face in Ricky's neck. After a few minutes, I heard whistling. I lifted my head from Ricky's neck and saw Balz standing in the doorway. I flipped him off and saw him dramatically fall on the ground. I laughed and heard him say

"OooOo Y\N and Ricky were smoochy kissing"

I glared at him and ran downstairs and outside to Ricky's car. Oh my fucking god that was embarrassing. I felt tears come to my eyes but I quickly wiped them away as I saw Ricky come outside with my backpack. I decided to put my hoodie on and buckled up. I pulled the hood over my head as I saw Ricky get in his side. I wiped my eyes again and hid my face in my hands. I felt a reassuring hand on my thigh, and I knew it was Ricky.

"what's wrong?"

I could hear the concern in his voice. I sighed, and said

"nothing. Balz just embarrassed me"

I saw Ricky nod and start backing out of the driveway. I couldn't let Ricky know that I was having thoughts again. This happens everyday, I have thoughts about suicide. No one knows about it, not even Balz and I trust him with everything. I can't let Ricky or Balz knowing about my self harm, they would be so upset with me. I had to act like everything was normal but in reality, I'm broken inside.

I sighed as I saw Ricky pull into the driveway of his house. I quickly got out and ran inside, I heard Ricky call my name, but I didn't want him to see me like this. I ran upstairs to his bathroom and locked the door. I sild down the wall and broke down crying. I looked over at Ricky's shower and saw his razor sitting there. I sighed and rolled up my sleeves, seeing all the deep scars all over. I picked up the razor and started slitting my wrists again.

1.. cut for being worthless

2.. cuts for being a terrible sister and girlfriend

3.. cuts for making everyone miserable

4.. cuts..

I heard the door open, and I saw Ricky standing there with tears running down his face

"Y/N.. why?"

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, so I let them all fall.

"I'm sorry"

I buried my head in Ricky's chest and clutched his shirt in my hands.

"ssh it's okay. I'm right here"

I continued crying, until I couldn't cry anymore. I layed down on Ricky and I felt his thumb softly wiping my tears away.

"why did you do this to yourself?"

I looked up at Ricky and quietly said

"I've been doing this for the past 3 years but it's been getting worse this year"

I lift up my sleeves and take off my shorts to show Ricky all my scars and new cuts. I immediately feel Ricky's arms wrapped around me.

"please don't ever do this again. I'm gonna help you okay. I love you so much and I don't want you hurting yourself anymore"

I nodded and rested my head in Ricky's chest.

"I love you too. I'm sorry. I hate myself so much and Balz doesn't even know about any of this and I tell him everything. I'm a mistake"

I felt Ricky pick me up and carry me to his bed and pulled me into his lap.

"hey don't say any of that stuff about yourself. I love you very much, and I'm gonna help you get through this"

I nodded and hugged Ricky tightly

"I love you and I'll try my hardest I promise"

I felt Ricky's soft hands plstart playing with my hair, then I felt his soft lips kiss my head. I started dozing off, hearing Ricky hum and run his soft hands through my hair. I quickly fell asleep in Ricky's arms, thinking about how much he cares about me and wants to help me.

Thank you for reading! :)

#fanfiction #fanfic #emo #motionless in white #chris motionless #motionless in white imagine #balz #josh balz #suicidal #cuts #self h@rm #ricky horror olson #ricky horror #ricky olson #2000s #2000s emo #early 2010s #2010s emo

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