mongrel-ly poetics full of provocative hybrids

“I am that … where your words fail”

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“There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember . . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.” Monique Wittig

“perhaps this “finished feminism” is somewhere (…) but nowhere I have been.

—Mary Russo (1994)2”