#70s literature

[regionbetween]

"Shatterday" / Harlan Ellison, 1980

[erosioni]

Angela Davis, Toni Morrison and her son, outside the Random House offices in New York; March 28th 1974. Photo: Jill Krementz,

[elsolarpunk]

According to him, women in Ecotopia have totally escaped the dependent roles they still tend to play with us. Not that they domineer over men-but they exercise power in work and in relationships just as men do. Above all, they don't have to manipulate men: the Survivalist Party, and socialdevelopments generally, have arranged the society so that women's objective situtation is equal to men's. Thus people can be just people, without our symbolic loading on sex roles.

Ecotopia, 1975; Ernest Callenbach

[oddwomen]

Jet (February 15, 1979)

[drivemix]

Clarice Lispector

[thoughtkick]

If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.

That 70’s Show

[negativegrl]

he's lived so many lives...

[quotemadness]

If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.

That 70’s Show

[chasingthestarss]

Did anybody else go out and read a bunch of classic literature after getting into the marauders fandom? I read Little Women and Wuthering Heights and more simply because Remus told me to.

[mimi-0007]

This woman is beautiful and talented. Bern Nadette Stanis. Aka Thelma Evans. Part 1.. 🖤🖤🖤

[regionbetween]

excerpt from harlan ellison's "the region between", published in GALAXY march 1970

The universe moves toward godhood. It started there and it wishes to return there. It is driven around in the greatest circle toward there. Godness lies dormant yet remembered in every thing, every smallest thing, in every puniest creature. Every living thing must, of needs, play at godness. It is built in. In the basic fiber, in the racial memory, in the pulse of blood or thought they remember all the way back to when there was nothing. Yet none of them are God. Thus it becomes a universe of things struggling ineptly toward a destiny they cannot even fathom, struggling impossibly to be God: a universe of manipulators, of users, of petty handlers who push and shove lesser, less god-driven races around in alien patterns, forcing them to dance to tunes they never knew, can barely comprehend, in pain and hopelessness, deprived of light or joy. From the sleaziest legislators of ethic and fashion and morality to the greatest pawn-movers of entire cosmic races, everything, everyone, scrabbles blindly toward the memory of when it was once god-blooded. All things try to govern the lives of all other things. And in turn, those Gods are used by other Gods. And those Gods are manipulated by greater Gods. And on and on. Domino ranks of puppet masters, to infinity and beyond. It is a universe of mad deities, one more selfish and corrupt than the one that went before. For none of them are God, they are merely circular pieces of the all-memory of what was godness at the beginning. Latent in the "soul" of what had been "Bailey" was the force that had first created everything. It had always been there, waiting its time, waiting to emerge and finish what it had started. Buried, sleeping, handed down through the unimaginable eons in plant, stone, fish, cloud, vehicle, Bailey. First cause? Perhaps. God? Perhaps. Any name will suffice. For if that force be God, then the bitter cynicism of the atheist is valid, for the God that was Bailey was insane, completely and eternally deranged, who but a madman would create all of everything then bury itself dormant and slumbering; a madman buried in an eternal "soul" passed down through decaying time. Buried here and there and everywhere yet struggling to be reborn by a pressure of equalization, a necessity for balance in something even as a lunatic as the mad world created by a mad God. But now, freed, like an evil genie from a bottle, the force that was God awoke...

[4eal]

Winter🤍

[elsolarpunk]

Human beings are tribal animals, you know. They need lots of contact.

Ecotopia, 1975; Ernest Callenbach

[setaflow]

I genuinely don't believe a word of that "Elon Musk threatened CDPR developers with a flintlock pistol so he could cameo in Cyberpunk 2077" story that dropped earlier today but the claim that he implies the in-game cybernetics were copying his work at Neuralink is probably the funniest part of that story and it makes me desperately wish it was true so I can clown on it.

[fightingwithallreality]

Captain, Canada's Flying Pony (1976) written by Lynn Hall, illustrated by Tran Mawicke

[toaster-trash]

The funniest thing about being so into gothic/classic literature and general historical stuff (specifically 19th century stuff) is that I’ll constantly get people taking the piss about how I have the interests of an old man, and while yeah that is funny, I wish that WAS true because every time I TRY to bring up any of my interests with old people they just stare at me blankly or just go “oh. Alright?”

I had my grandad ask me if Bram Stoker wrote Frankenstein once and I was flabbergasted