Blair’s Reviews > Girls Against God > Status Update

Maybe the only way an artist can escape capitalism and patriarchy today is to use art to disappear as an individual.

Hatred isn't plot or continuity, says my creative writing teacher in my head, and hatred isn't a good motivation or intention, it's a tale too short and primitive to be told, it can't be the focus.

Evil is loneliness. Or is it community?

No one can see us: we've smeared hands and face with with black henbane, rosemary and boiled plums, and now we blend into the shadows with the spirits and the 4G network.

The witch's artistic expression is of course witchcraft, but just like the priests and the establishment, she uses both the body and words to give the craft life. The threat becomes real because these processes are similar.

The deciding characteristic of a witch is: she hates God.

Under our feet is Oslo, southern Norway, the South, in ruins, layer on layer of refuse and faeces, fossils of Norwegian folk tales, paintings and monopolies on food production. And below that are the archives of the underground, mile after mile of blood.

Sword fights feel like complete rituals, almost like activism. They are problematic and violent, but also absurd and distinctive.

In blasphemy there's a secret pact, a desire for a community that isn't rooted in the Christian.

I can reach right into my body and change it shape ... as if I were made of the whipped cream on my own birthday cake.