these people are my heroes. its almost like the punk cabaret / burlesque poetry readings i have been imagining. brothel poetry, oh yes.
... God formed the body of woman from one of [Adam's] ribs, signifying that she should stand at his side as a companion and never lie at his feet like a slave ...That's a pretty advanced notion for the early 15th century. i'm still reading the first part of the book, but her project thus far has been refuting philosophers and writers who have insisted on women's inherent vice, stupidity, and subordinate position to man. Although she claims a visionary experience, one interesting feature of her writing is that as a woman, she feels she has the authority to write about women (other women writers tended to rely on "heavenly authority" as justification for their texts). She makes no excuse or apology for her knowledge and ability.
tomboy girl with cowboy bootsThis has got to be one of my favourite stanzas, mostly because it sounds an awful lot like me (i wore cowboy boots with my prom dress). The language here is fanastic - tomboy/cowboy/coy bow.
takes coy bow in prom gown
your orange California suits
you riding into sundown