Yeah, Ke$ha has a quasi-Satanic orgy in a church in her video for Die Young.
These things happen. Of course, it isn’t really Satan she’s worshipping, it’s just the sad old flesh. Because that’s all she’s got (at least in the song), and she knows it ain’t gonna last. The word “die” shows up 17 times in the lyrics for this pop ditty, and that’s not counting the part where the word repeats like a stuck record: Die, die, die, die, die. Hell, the thing opens with the shot of a hearse arriving at the church.
Girl is haunted, yo. “Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.” Oh, did we mention that she wrote Britney’s minor hit, “Til the World Ends”? “Keep on dancing til the world ends” is just a cosmic version of “Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.” And her big breakthrough? “Tik Tok.” “Tick tock on the clock but the party don’t stop, no.” Time’s running out. She’s gotta be the most death-obsessed pop starlet going right now. The bacchanal starts to make more sense.
Sometimes I really do think that the end times are at hand.
#YOLO
Exhibit A: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5zfx5zCUwQ
NOT THE BEES
GOB’s not on board.
Beads not Bees GOB.
It’s like the internet knows what I want before I want it.
Now THAT was awesome.
Ah! á$ the heart grow$ older
It will come to $uch $ights colder
By and by, nor $pare a $igh
You seem a bit jaded and questioning of people’s sincere existential experiences.
TAGGED WITH: THE LE$$ DECEIVED
(They muck you up, those Larkin books; they cannot mean to, but they do:They show you how a cynic looks, then make you look the same way, too.)
(But Larkin, too, got mucked about by reading Hardy, in his time, and cribbed his shtick of rueful doubt and irony in measured rhyme. Years blot out every line of verse. Extinguished species have no words. Go take a joyride in a hearse; poeticizing’s for the birds.)
Someone cribbed my schtick once. Hurt for a week. I’m only now able to comment again.
Komm, $ü$$er Tod
Yeah, I had to look that one up. Shame on me. But well played.
$weet.
“She is Santa Muerte, the Saint of Death, and her popularity outside of the drug world is growing.”
So, the IKEA catalog isn’t enough anymore?
Bless me, Ultima.
I saw a grill man at a hamburger stand wearing what I’m pretty sure was a pewter Santa Muerte figure on a chain around his neck.
I watched a documentary recently called “Whores’ Glory” and many of the prostitutes in Mexico had her likeness tattooed on their bodies.
I’m operating in the realm of conjecture here, but I can’t imagine being a john and being excited by the discovery of a Santa Muerte tattoo on my provider. “Oh, look – death! How exciting!” But then, I’ve always been lousy at the whole eros-thanatos game.
Based on the little bit I’ve read, my sense is that Santa Muerte’s devotees don’t tend see her as a ‘grim reaper’ so much as a spirit who deigns to answer prayers that God and the ‘official’ Catholic saints would not.
Ellen, did the documentary offer any insights into Santa Muerte?
One of the prostitutes, yes, prayed to her that she would die. She said that if Santa Muerte didn’t grant her that, then it was still okay, because she could take her own life whenever she chose to. She was definitely looking forward to death.
Meanwhile, in Oakland:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/borowitzreport/2013/02/oakland-rapper-pope-emeritus-threatens-lawsuit.html#ixzz2MIN9Rf1I
Maybe Angelico can weigh in, but I don’t think the rapper has a leg to stand on. For one thing, that’s what he is. The Church should counter-sue the bastard.
Once the rabble tire of BP and Oscar Pistorius, they’ll be ready for the next ‘trial of the century’.
This almost made me like Ke$ha.