‘Their Emotions Get Carried Away Beyond Them’: An Essay and Two Responses

Illustration by Benjamin Urkowitz.

In The Lifted Brow #23, we published Ellena Savage’s column on subjectivity in the essay, ‘Their Emotions Get Carried Away Beyond Them’. Shortly afterwards, Sean M Whelan’s spoken word response, ‘How Much Do Your Words Weigh?’, appeared in The Lifted Brow: Digital. Now, we are republishing these two pieces along with Maggie Alden’s ‘Click, Read, React’, a meditation on the nature of reading online.

‘Their Emotions Get Carried Away Beyond Them’, by Ellena Savage

Archangel or whore

[she] don’t mind

All the roles

Are lent to [her]

—Laure (Colette Pieignot), [ed. Ellena Savage]

essayer: French, to attempt, to exercise, to test, to experiment.

Michele de Montaigne cannot keep his subject still. “It goes along befuddled and staggering, with a natural drunkenness.” He takes it on this condition, he writes, just as it is at the moment he gives his attention to it. He does not portray being: he portrays passing.

The progenitor of the essay, de Montaigne, wrote his seminal three collections of essays, eventually numbering a thousand pages, across twenty years. During these two decades, he made corrections, additions, and additional contradictions, as his daily experiences altered his outlook on things. He never retracted the originally published text, just attached addendums here and there to mark his ever-evolving perspective. While de Montaigne’s compendiums of personal wisdom were widely circulated in late-Renaissance France, and are now canon for scholars and practitioners of the essay, the texts were more or less ignored by the Anglospheric academies and their philosophers during Montaigne’s life, and long afterward.

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'Breeders', by Blake Kimzey

Photograph from Wikimedia Commons, reproduced under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Licence.

As for Katy Donahue, the girl that lives down the block from my cousin Jimmy who was mauled by a Pit Bull (not mine), I mean, that is a tragedy. A professor/scientist would call this a total coincidence, because the same day we decided to breed Jimmy’s Great Dane with my Pit Bull and call it a Great Pit was the same day I saw the mauled girl/Katy’s picture on the news while I was waiting for the sports highlights. No matter how bad it made me feel to know that she was mauled we couldn’t halt our plan because it was set in stone; we knew we would be minting money and pushing it around in wheelbarrows once we posted the New Dog Breed online and sent out email blasts and put up flyers around town. This wasn’t even an idea I got from an alcohol headache where my tongue had no saliva on it and I couldn’t think straight. This was the real deal. Jimmy was already breeding his Great Dane named Matilda and making a killing and he kept telling me, Sure as shit, this is legit, and Uncle Sam can’t touch it! And I thought, Tax Collectors: you can suck it, and sorry little mauled girl/Katy, these dogs will wear muzzles like half the time, so you can play outside again after the bandages come off and you grow into your new face.

Even better: I just lost my job at Mr. Bread’s Submarine Sandwich last week and they say timing is everything and everything happens for a reason and God is in control, so I have to seize the day, right? And to prepare I started to Google Dog Breeding but got distracted watching street brawls in L.A. on YouTube, the kind of videos you have to verify your age to watch, which is totally kick ass.

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"In addition to the grim transgressions that went down at Woodstock ‘99, nu metal has also been accused of the following: popularising elaborate chin tufts; showcasing inexpert white-guy rapping, Fred Durst; sidelining the virtuoso guitarist and demoting the guitar to a “secondary noisemaker” (as bleated by an angry letter submitted to Guitar World magazine in the early noughties)."
- from ‘What Was Nu Metal Anyway?’, Jonathan David Brent's music column in The Lifted Brow #23.

'Connecting the Dots', by James Robert Douglas

Illustration by Benjamin Urkowitz.

Facebook celebrated its tenth anniversary in February, an occasion it marked with the debut of a video feature it called ‘Look Back’. This feature, for those not in the know, allows Facebook users the option to have the website create an automated video celebrating their time using the site, with content culled from their pictures, status updates, and most-liked posts. Look Back represents a kind of dizzying vortex of Facebook strategy. The company already uses this information in order to sell their customers to the advertisers that float the business; now they are using that same information to sell back to their users the very experience of being on Facebook, a forthright emotional plea to ensure their continued use of the site.

The feature drew the attention of the bereaved. Facebook allows the ‘memorialisation’ of an account, in which friends or family can request that a deceased person’s profile be maintained on the site after their death. In a post on Facebook’s Newsroom blog, Facebook Community Operations workers Chris Price and Alex DiSlafani related the story of John Berlin from Missouri, who, in making the unanticipated request that a Look Back video be created for his deceased son, had “touched the hearts” of Facebook employees. Now the Look Back feature is available upon request to all memorialized accounts. Having made decisive strides in colonizing the lives of its users, Facebook now also follows them into death. It can, in effect, sell the Facebook experience back to a deceased person’s friends and family by appropriating the details of that person’s life.

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'The Offender', by Emily Meller

Illustration by Marc Pearson.

When you study law, you end up reading a lot of cases. After four years and hundreds of pages, I found myself with more questions about the law—and the people who interact with it—than when I started. In criminal cases in particular, I began to notice patterns, bizarre ones, no matter whether the crime was corporate fraud, or aggravated assault, or petty theft. It all seemed to be driven by the same things: ambition, pride, splintered identity, jealousy. Ego.

What is it that makes someone an ‘offender?’ This is one of many questions I wanted to explore. I wasn’t sure what I’d find in the cases, but once I started reading them, more and more parallels emerged. I made a very professional table with categories like ‘car’, ‘stab’, ‘heavy fog’ and ‘weird face coverings and hats’ to sort some of it out. Apart from the factual similarites, I found a lot of really poetic, weird, and darkly funny moments in the judgments too. ‘The Offender’ is a composite portrait, drawn from these patterns and coincidences. It is a true story.

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Out Now! The Lifted Brow: Digital, Volume Eleven, Issue Two: The Gargoyles & Garbage Edition

Cover art by Jr.Blue/LashnaTuschewski.

The latest Lifted Brow: Digital is here, peering down at you from the rooftops and wafting towards you across the street.

In our Gargoyles & Garbage Edition, Shane Jesse Christmass is on the run from chubby cops and Kimye, Emma Jones says goodbye to the German mountains, Oliver Mestitz rounds up mythic Victorian beasts, A E Reiff writes the fjords, and Julie Chevalier shares three new bang bang poems to shoot you down.

Our contributors are pretty much the opposite of gargoyles and garbage. Here’s a bit more about them:

  • Emma Marie Jones is a Melbourne poet, writer and editor whose work has appeared in Scum Mag, Above Water and others. She blogs at emmamariejones.com
  • Oliver Mestitz writes poetry and fiction and makes music as The Finks.
  • Shane Jesse Christmass is the author of Acid Shottas’ (The Ledatape Organisation, 2014). He’s a member of the band Mattress Grave, and firmly believes that the future of the word, the novel, will be in synthetic telepathy.
  • Julie Chevalier writes poetry and short fiction in Sydney. Her third book, Darger: his girls (Puncher & Wattmann) won the Alec Bolton Prize and was short-listed for the WA Premier’s Poetry Prize, 2013. She co-edited Cracking the Spine: ten Australian stories and how they were written (Spineless Wonders, 2014).
  • AE Reiff is the author of the upcoming Histo-Possum. Archetypes by day, Pennsylvania Dutch, ceramics by night.
  • Cover art by Lashna Tuschewski, an artist working in illustration, embroidery, collage, hand made jewellery, and ceramics.

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'Six New Anecdotes', by Wayne Macauley

Illustration by Ben Juers.


A Comedian well-known on the so-called comedy circuit for his dry tales told of a childhood lived in a small country town in which he, the Comedian, always played the loser, having married a pop singer and aspiring actress with whom he now lived in a large house in Camberwell, could not understand why one night at a high-profile comedy venue a heckler should stand up and start repeatedly screaming the word Hypocrite! at him. Indeed, it was said of this Comedian who shortly after this incident retreated behind the high walls of his Camberwell mansion, that he was never so funny as he had been before it, although in the opinion of many he had never been funny at all.


An advertising Copywriter who set out one day to write a short, narrative-driven advertisement about gambling addiction found herself afflicted a few days into this project with what is known as writer’s block and was soon consuming no less than a bottle of vodka a day in an attempt to dredge something up out of her poor swamp of a brain. After two months of this and with still no more to show for her efforts than a page of notes and some rough sketches the Copywriter, in a moment of unexpected inspiration, rang her employer late one evening and asked could she work on the alcohol campaign instead, for reasons she seemed reluctant to go into.

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