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December 27th, 2011

An archivist discovers Sarah Jacobson’s work:

An archivist discovers Sarah Jacobson’s work:

December 27th, 2011

"one allows oneself to be re-oedipalized not by guilt but by fatigue, by a lack of invention, by the…"

“one allows oneself to be re-oedipalized not by guilt but by fatigue, by a lack of invention, by the imprudence of what one has started, by the photo, by the police.”


—deleuze and guattari, “the components of expression,” in kafka: toward a minor literature (via karaj)

I love that my fave ladies are reblogging each other.

December 27th, 2011

2nd run FREE BRITNEY zine

2nd run FREE BRITNEY zine:


I’m doing a second printing of my incredibly important zine about Britney Spears for the new year! This time without typos! Place yr order now because I hate photocopying and will only make as many as ordered.

Can’t wait!!!

December 27th, 2011

militantmaudlinist: Fan-made trailer for Sarah Jacobson’s 1993…


Fan-made trailer for Sarah Jacobson’s 1993 I WAS A TEENAGE SERIAL KILLER. 

See the horror of righteous dismemberment! Feel the triumph when sexist pigs are wasted! Hear the screams of terror! Join Mary, America’s favorite female serial killer, who kills off dumb men.

We also have I WAS A TEENAGE SERIAL KILLER tote bags for sale at Totes? Totes!

December 27th, 2011

know yr archive




Fan-made trailer for Sarah Jacobson’s 1993 I WAS A TEENAGE SERIAL KILLER. 

See the horror of righteous dismemberment! Feel the triumph when sexist pigs are wasted! Hear the screams of terror! Join Mary, America’s favorite female serial killer, who kills off dumb men.

What I want for Chanukah is THIS MOVIE. 


Sarah Jacobson passed away in 2004 (at 32 years old) but according to the person who made the trailer above, you can buy I WAS A TEENAGE SERIAL KILLER for $10 from her mother, Ruth. Contact info can be found at the wordpress site for the film grant created in her name. 

Additionally, Jacobson’s work and papers are housed at NYU’s Fales Library (the guide to everything in her archives is here). Eyeing the list, I can’t help but feel this loss that is a gaping space, although an unexpected one, given that up until 2 days ago I had never heard of Sarah Jacobson. This list of books, zines, comics, magazines, and movies Jacobson owned conjures up a really intriguing version of who she might have been, and I’ve got that frustrated racing sense of someone who desperately wants something definitively out of reach. This is to say that suddenly I really want to know this person who is gone, and admitting that is disorienting. 

The following are some entries in Jacobson’s archive guide, which for all kinds of reasons caught my attention:

Doucet, Julie. Dirty Plotte. # 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Homopunk World, #1; # 2, Summer 1999; # 3, Summer 2000.

Dangerous Pussy, # 2, 3.

Carnegie, Dale. How to Win Friends and Influence People. New York: Pocket Books, 1998.

Lamarr, Hedy. Ecstasy and Me: My Life as a Woman. New York: Fawcett Crest Books, 1967.

Random Letters to Ransom Girls, n.d.

Huber, Cheri. The Depression Book: Depression as an Opportunity for Spiritual Growth. Murphys, CA: Keep It Simple Books, 1999.

Hurston, Zora Neale. Their Eyes Were Watching God. New York: Perennial Library, 1990.

Katz, Robert. Love is Colder than Death: The Life and Times of Rainer Werner Fassbinder. New York: Random House, 1987. (2 copies)

Linklater, Richard. Slacker. New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1992.

Nin, Anais. The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume Two 1934 - 1939. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1967.

Playboy, vol. 39, no. 9, 1992; vol. 41, no.3, 1994.

Spiegelman, Art. Maus I: A Survivor’s Tale: My Father Bleeds History. New York: Pantheon Books, 1986.

Truffaut, Francois. Hitchcock. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1985.

Waters, John. Shock Value: A Tasteful Book About Bad Taste. New York: Delta Books, 1985.

I picked out some of these items, like John Waters and Zora Neale Hurston for instance, because they’re charged with special meanings for me. Hedy Lamarr’s memoir simply fills me with wonder, generally. Cheri Huber’s The Depression Book 1. reminds me I really want to read Kristeva’s Black Sun; and 2. gives me an opportunity to guess at how similar we might have been, and thinking about myself thinking about that makes me uncomfortable. But still, I do. What would she have thought of a book like that? Did she read it and hate it or did she say Well it’s got a lousy title but makes a few decent points, although it’s not the kind of thing I want to tell friends about. Were her struggles deeply private?

Some items in the archive remind me of friends, of college, of a trip I went on, of blogs I read, and of people I fleetingly and embarrassingly have projected desire on. Some of the self-help books not listed here seem to me almost too private to be displayed as they are, revealing dimensions of Jacobson’s life I feel I’m not supposed to know; and there’s this moment of cringing on my part to see such private things aired out like that—and this is me—and then I understand that as humiliation is conditional one of the conditions is probably the original humiliated subject being alive. 

Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends and Influence People clearly provoked a walloping ”what.” Maybe someone gave it to her as a joke, or maybe she wanted to know what all the hype was about. Maybe she would have incorporated it into one of her films. I thought these things and I also thought of my high school boyfriend, who in the year that we dated I was never allowed to call my boyfriend (fyi: when there was a mouse in the studio last year I named him in honor of the non-boyfriend because of the “rustling” sound he made. While I understand generally not wanting to name un-domesticated rodents, I think if one going to said rodent should always be in honor of those one has been jilted by). His dad once gave him a copy of that book. It never seemed a believably sincerely given gift but also not obviously a joke, and I didn’t ask. For whatever reason that book has become a stalwart vividness of a time I mostly know obliquely. 

There are multitudes of potential stories behind every archived item. What does it mean to get to know someone primarily through her archive (rather than for instance read about someone or read her work and then seek out her archives for supplementary info)? What kind of representation of a person does the archive (as a repository of things she owned, or works she made) conjure?

Something that interests me about the archival representation, and I guess archival knowledge more broadly, is the part the seeker plays in creating it. The knowledge I’ve gleaned out of Sarah Jacobson’s archive reflects the time and place I’m in, as well as the experiences I bring into the act of looking. When I make my lists I am able to see this broken down more clearly: how an imagined subject is always somehow made of others. My accumulation of events, people, desires, objects, and opinions situate me uniquely to see those of another person, and to consider what the connection is between such an accumulation and the subject. Alternatively, the act of virtually rifling through another person’s accumulation shows mine differently, and has me wondering myself about how my own desires and objects and all of that constitutes who I am. 

Maybe this is because I have a blog but maybe also for more reasons, I like an idea of knowledge that grows out of permission to not focus. Considering my own process of looking at Jacobson’s archive reveals a way of knowing in which distraction is productive. In this context of the archive the wandering, undisciplined, and let’s be honest, self-involved mind achieves real insight. What I know of Sarah Jacobson is clearly incomplete, probably distorted in several ways, and perhaps disproportionately about myself. While these would be methodological concerns for some kind of biography I think for other purposes they make for strange and enhanced inquiry. 

Um. Tears.

One of the wonderful things of running a grant in honor of someone who was a relentless self-promoter (she really was) is that I don’t feel weird being a relentless promoter of the grant.

We at the Sarah Jacobson Film Grant will be selling DVD sets of all of her films starting in the new year! They will also be sold at PS1, hopefully Bluestockings, and other cool places throughout the land. They aren’t technically sold through her mom, we do it all, but her mom is part of the grant board, as is her sister.

And don’t miss our film festival in conjunction with Permanent Wave next year!!

If anyone is dying to get a copy of I Was a Teenage Serial Killer sooner rather than later, contact me via the email on the site and I will hook you up.

December 27th, 2011

"strategic confession"


Interviewer: So you think, like the ’70s feminists thought, that the personal is political?

Chris Kraus: The personal pursued for its own sake is no good. The “I” is only useful to the point that it gets outside itself, gets larger.

1990s Art Net Interview with Chris Kraus on I Love Dick. 


December 27th, 2011

rubyvroom: treemonisha-apple: frankiesbride: jonnyfandango: P…





Poly Styrene.

Fucking awesome lady.


fuck yeah Poly Styrene

December 27th, 2011

fyeahwomenartists: Helen FrankenthalerLeft-Handed Purple…


Helen Frankenthaler
Left-Handed Purple
Acrylic on canvas

December 27th, 2011

thecarnabetianarmy: (Fanpix) In 2011 I became fairly competent…



In 2011 I became fairly competent with mascara. In 2012, perhaps eyeliner.

December 27th, 2011

c86: Andy Warhol in Gristede’s supermarket near 47th street…


Andy Warhol in Gristede’s supermarket near 47th street Factory, NYC 1965

via Bob Adelman

The me version of this would be a shelf of KITTENS. Or HORSESHOE CRABS.