Yes Emily, hope is a thing that perches in the soul,
but it is neither feathered nor sings.
It has lost its plumage to mange,
and it wails for its broken wing.
It can no longer fly,
and it must remain on the ground with me.
Its cries are pitiful,
and I wish to put it out of its misery.
Excerpt from The Familiar and Ordinary
When I think these thoughts,
and the slippery shade gives,
Does it rise up or do I go out?
Which dies? Which lives?
Excerpt from Persephone Unleashed
It’s all been reduced to ash,
with nothing left but cinders,
our sooty hands ache and burn
from our futile effort to find embers.
Selection from Persephone Unleashed
Next week is the 2018 Northeast Popular Culture Association conference at Worcester State University: https://nepca.blog/2018-conference/
I will be presenting my paper on Friday October 19th, entitled Frankenstein‘s Justine Moritz: the Female Monster and Her Body. I analyze Plato and Aristotle’s construction of the female body as deformed and dysfunctional, i.e. monstrous, in the context of Frankenstein, and how the embodiment philosophy of George Lakoff and Mark Johnson suggests an alternative view of both male and female bodies.
If you’re in the area, come show your support.
The sidelines are lonely,
must I always look on?
At vessels bound for shores,
I will never set foot upon?
Though not my crusade,
in fight I wish to partake,
Though no spoils I gain,
I go for goodness’ sake.
Yet, if on green not my own,
my foot presumes to tread,
my peers will disparage me,
wishing to work alone instead.
Excerpt from The Road
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With a loud and clear voice, and a happiness she had almost forgotten, the little strawberry sang, “Oh, what a life! Oh, what a life! A strawberry is a fine thing to be. Sweet and sunny and bright, I love being me!”
A tingling sensation washed over her… happiness! She opened her eyes only to find her feet weren’t on the ground. In fact, she didn’t have any feet at all! She was a strawberry on the bush she had been kneeling over just a few moments ago. The tingling sensation was so strong that she started singing and dancing. She couldn’t help it! Everything around her seemed brighter and more beautiful.
The strawberry in disguise began to cry. She had lost so much, and in turn became lost herself. But she also remembered what the wise strawberry said, “…you’re still sweet and sunny and bright.”
As hard as it was, she let go. The little girl let go of being afraid, and worrying about what other people could do. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let go.