here’s a little lesson in what first drafts can look like. This not-yet-a-poem wanders all around, taking forever to tell a story which will probably be reduced to a few descriptive details when I’m done blithering and ready to really write. Inside every narrative is a lyric waiting to happen, but sometimes digging it out [...]
Posts Tagged ‘female masculinities’
Poem a day #14 Getting Dressed for Work
Posted in Language is not all in our heads, my poems, tagged female masculinities, imagined bodies, memory/imagination on April 15, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
When I was a Boy
Posted in Great Poems or Pieces Thereof, tagged female masculinities, imagined bodies on March 18, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
As I’ve been thinking about imaginary bodies my mind has wandered to the Dar Williams song “When I was a Boy.” on her album The Honesty Room. Certainly one of my imaginary bodies as a child was a boy—not so much in terms of sex as of gender privilege. I wanted what boys had, all [...]
new work up – Ken and I Were Dykes
Posted in my poems, tagged female masculinities, to survival and beyond on April 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Look in “Creative Nonfiction” for the first section of a new long essay whose working title is “Gender: A non-theoretical autobiography.” Section one is called “Ken and I Were Dykes”
Manly Sappho
Posted in Lesbian Conspiracy, Uncategorized, tagged female masculinities, Sappho on April 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
quotations from various ancient sources about Sappho, as listed in Willis Barnstone’s translation Sweetbitter Love: Poems of Sappho [She was called] “manly Sappho,” either because she was famous as a poet, an art in which men are known, or else because she has been defamed for being of that tribe [of homosexuals]. from Porphyrio, in [...]
I always wanted more
Posted in Great Poems or Pieces Thereof, tagged Enid Dame, female masculinities, instinctual groping on February 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
from “Adah Isaacs Menken” by Enid Dame in Confessions You see, most people stun themselves through life convinced a half-dead state is all that they can bear. I always wanted more: to mount the world and ride it through the farthest galaxies, to feel that power flow between my legs.
