The veiled insult. The I can’t find anything wrong with this book, but it stinks, so I’ll pepper it with backhanded compliments. I’ll show those people who can really write…
Category: Feminist Boot Camp
–Eva Hesse’s Materials As Woolf said, words fail us. Words fail us because they are so common. Because they have been the mouths of generations before us. And now around…
Sacrifice the body. A friend who coached soccer used to say this. She also said, nail it well the first time. Or, perhaps I am saying that she said that.…
Particularly if they can rock out and change rhythms on a dime…and do it long flowing gowns with feathered hair and fuck you boots and cheekbones like canyons, and a…
Taste Of Honey, Boogie Oogie Oogie 1978 Kind of a one hit wonder, these ladies, but what a great album that was. Tale end of disco when just about every…
When in doubt, dance. Dress for it. Work it. Have fun with it. Seriously. If I got my hands on this outfit I would have to write the poems that…
One of the dirty little secrets about the whole women complaining about lack of representation in the book reviewing business is the fact that many women won’t review. Why won’t…
“The gatekeepers of literary culture—at least at magazines—are still primarily male.” If these gatekeepers are showing a gender bias, there’s not much room to make it up later. …
Okay, so riffing off of the Bechdel test discussed in my earlier post, here’s the Lemon Hound Lit Rule for assessing the cultural acuity of a given contemporary literary discussion,…
Bat Barbie, ready to pounce! Patrolling the outer reaches of language… Bat Barbie has threatened to join the Poetics Listserv. She feels strongly that the power of humour and satire…
I’m a fan of the Paris Review. Who wouldn’t be? All those great interviews. Pretty heady stuff. Recently I noticed a newish feature, this DNA of Literature. Remarkably the Paris…