The growing rift between men and women

I’ve just read an article in The Sunday Times about the rise of ‘Men Going Their Own Way’ or ‘MGTOW‘ – a movement which involves men choosing to actively distance themselves from women, and refrain from marriage or having children.

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Everything you see is a lie

I left the lid to Pandora’s box unhinged, so

that I might see some of the light filter down

And feel the warmth of sun-rays in-between.


Sometimes the tales that we never look for

Become the stories that we have always told:

Histories scratched into our beating hearts.


She’s fragile, nervous, petrified in layered ice

The crystal knight moves to fish her from the

gloom. A brave gesture, it may seem so.


She won’t struggle, stricken limp with purity

You’ll wring her dry, smooth out angel wings

And entrap her to your breast’s eternal tomb.


Pull back the petals, tear them from their roots

And stamp them into your precious collection

The delicate flower vignette, now preserved.


You admire these tireless tomes in your mind,

The mental shelf  of your fortune so wealthy, weighted;

it’s a wonder that you do not cower and break.


You keep a treasure trove of glistening corpses,

still warm with the breath of roses that you stole,

and a-fixed so cleanly to your worn secret map.


But sometimes I spit fire, to keep myself warm.

I will maim you, I will mark you and I will cut you:

To sculpt beauty from the ashes of your flaws.


So tell me: when will you stop listening to me?

And teach me where you were taught to stare

In all emptiness, without the light of a soul.

Can a horror film be feminist?

2015’s It Follows (directed and written by David Robert Mitchell) offers up a rarity for horror film fans: an enticing story concept that potentially holds subtle feminist undertones.

Could a piece of entertainment nestled within a genre with the sole purpose to terrify really challenge the issues that surround female sexuality?

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Blood and Dust

I think most nights on your blood pulse

When will mine still? It is caught fast

In torpid spiral: a serpentine intoxication.

Addiction thrown down to an anorexic gullet


I am so cold. Warmth soaked and lost

Forever in an innate chasm. Dark and deep

You rain right through, the cruelest storm

Or the hot craved tranfusion of blood?

To the blade I am an offering, made fresh

But sense calls for the cover of silence

And sweeter flesh. Hollow shells crumble

And make for the poorest palmed currency.


Familiarity burns at your throat like bourbon

The demon lashing your heals, binding your wrists

To a past quagmired in wounded ghosts and

blood and dust. A poison labelled drink me.

Gifs not my own. Taken from AHS: Hotel

Lana Del Rey’s Honeymoon

Artist: Lana Del Rey

Album: Honeymoon


Lana Del Rey has become a champion at cultivating her own aesthetic and then shamelessly running it into the ground. Worshipped to almost disturbing levels by her fan base, her live performances are said to be an almost “spiritual experience.” This is understandable – Lana Del Rey is rather enchanting. In small doses. An overload however, can push the artistry produced by any musician to levels of self-parody: a status Lana is on the precipice of attaining with her latest record, ‘Honeymoon’.

The expected presence of sweeping strings, plodding drum beats and breathy vocals are pleasant as per usual. But it’s a tired collection of sounds. Most of Honeymoon’s tracklist could quite easily feature on either of Lana Del Rey’s previous released ‘Born To Die’ or ‘Ultraviolence’. There are frustratingly fleeting snatches of evidence that Lana has attempted to evolve: her staples are sometimes nicely complimented by brief moments of saxophone riffs or borrowed twinkling melodies. Yet as an artist, Lana seems reluctant to push herself and truly experiment with her sound. This worryingly indicates that a fall from grace for the singer in the not to distant future could be on the cards, should she fail to prevent her own artistic stagnation.

Without a doubt, ‘Music To Watch Boys To’ should have been the album title, it suits the dreamy, pining tone of most of the tracks. In fact ‘Music…’ is one of the most compelling songs present on the record, with Lana playing to her strengths in being at her most sultry and siren-like. The echoing vocals feel as pure as the filtered sunlight piercing the waves and gleaming on the skin of the mysterious sea-nymphs in the accompanying music video. But ‘Honeymoon’ feels as hastily coined an album title as the track itself. Perhaps ‘Music…’ was axed as a concept due to the similarity to that album title by The Goo Goo Dolls.

Collectively, Lana’s notoriously sparse, simple and repetitive lyrics are a pitfall as much as they are easy-listening fodder. Along with hot summer nights, California, wild older lovers, old Hollywood, humming and moaning, unadorned lyrics are all key ingredients in the concoction of a Lana record. All are present here. ’24’ succumbs rather numbingly to this formula: there are only so many times one can stand to hear Lana bleat ‘There are only twenty-four hours in a day…” We know. Lana also exhibits strange, warbling moments sandwiched between exhalations of lust on the more notable track ‘Freak’. But even so, overall ‘Freak’ isn’t really all that freaky. It’s secret is old hat – “Take it to the back if you really wanna talk.” Though perhaps this is a mischievous wink to the dominant percentage of Lana’s fan base – gay men.

The recently released ‘Terrence Loves You’ is another commendable track that forgives a lost romantic interest for being a bad boy and leaving Lana to salve her pain with her favourite genre of music. Its gentle wash of strings punctuated by a delicate piano refrain is much more refreshing than the embarrassingly dated loop featured on ‘High By the Beach.’

A personal favourite, ‘The Blackest Day’ is beloved Born To Die track ‘Dark Paradise’ Mark 2. “You’re deader than ever” she moans – it’s not news that Lana is usually at her most powerful when she’s steeped in sadness. If only Billie Holiday could soothe us all. Although there is a suspicion that such frequent mentions are as though Lana is trying to prove that her oft-mentioned love of blues and jazz is indeed true. ‘Swan Song’ is full of triumph and promise: an invitation into wilderness and freedom, and would have made a stunning close to the record. The minor key holds captivating notes that suggest chapters both closing and others opening as Lana deftly croons: “And I will never sing again/…Say good night to the life in the world we live.”

A further long-term problem with Lana’s music is that each individual track is often far too long; ‘Honeymoon’ is no different in that it is in dire need of editing, in order to cut the dragging length that oppresses many of the tracks. ‘God Knows I Tried’ is similar to ’24’ in that it tries the patience is a little too much, getting lost amongst the more memorable, listenable offerings. As a collective, ‘Honeymoon’ summons prayers that Lana Del Rey will someday realise that drawn-out phrases and repetition lose their initial effect with copious use.

Overall the record simultaneously features an irksome balance of some of Lana’s most impressive and reductive work. ‘Honeymoon’ is a heat-haze of a release – relaxing and enjoyable for a few choice moments, but lethargic and heavy with a consuming slowness if experienced for too long. There are sadly few unexpected surprises here – it’ll soothe the ache felt by her fans for more of her work, but it will do little to convert any other listeners who have become bored with her ‘Lolita-lost-in-California’ schtick.

Verdict: 6.5/10

Download: Terrence Loves You, Music to Watch Boys To, Swan Song, Freak, The Blackest Day

Availability: Out now on iTunes