00 Introduction, in Glitch Feminism: A Manifesto, Legacy Russell
The glitch acknowledges that gendered bodies are far from absolute but rather an imaginary, manufactured and commodified for capital. The glitch is an activist prayer, a call to action, as we work toward fantastic failure, breaking free of an understanding of gender as something stationary.
00 Introduction, in Glitch Feminism: A Manifesto, Legacy Russell There's something else, too. You're the only person I know from my true past, my childhood. Perhaps that's the main thing. When I found your message here at my club, my heart began to pound! It was nearly like the excitement of hope. I don't know what about. But there it is. And I can't tell my friends I don't understand anything. Money, for example. Sex. Death. What is goodness?
Sitting Down and Alone, in News From The World: Stories & Essays, Paula Fox To describe him is to say nothing of what stirred me. It would be as foolish as to say the sky is blue and the sand is yellow. Words are nets through which all truth escapes.
News from the World, in News From The World: Stories & Essays, Paula Fox As he suddenly crouched and began to pluck away the feathers with increasing rapidity, the children, whimpering, saw advancing upon them, the sun at his back, their father whose enclosing arms they had only just been yearning for, and they recalled, as though it was from a time long gone, that he was coming to carry them out into the deep water beyond the waves--as he had always done at the end of their mornings by the sea--but now, as he drew ever nearer, he seemed to them a ravening beast.
By the Sea, in News From The World: Stories & Essays, Paula Fox Children begin clear-eyed. Their vision is not clouded by sentimentality. They see the peculiarity of a thing, of a person. They see things we would rather they didn't see. They ask questions we either cannot answer or do not wish to answer. Yet we cannot bear their uncertainty and tell ourselves we must spare them it. So we hastily stop up their curiosity, their speculations, their first intimation of life's mystery with our formulas, a kind of mental spoon-feeding, about which Randall Jarrell, in the essay* cited above, quotes E.M. Forster, who said, "The only thing we learn from spoon-feeding is the shape of the spoon." The contents of that spoon may change from period to period, but the impulse to shove it into a child's mouth does not seem to.
*"The Taste of the Age" Other Places, in News From The World: Stories & Essays, Paula Fox |
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