Rereading Alicia Ostriker’s Stealing The Language
I could not have articulated it this way back then, but I felt straitjacketed by much of the male poetic tradition in which I was being educated and in which I understood I would be expected to write
To Write Is To Sit In Confrontation With Yourself
Wrestling with yourself like that, if you’re honest about it, is to court what can be a very frightening vulnerability, because it means by definition having the audacity to lay claim to a readership’s attention...
Like Domestic Violence, Antisemitism Has Also Been A Thread Running Through My Life
“We’re building an oven in my basement,” the ringleader smiled. “When it’s finished, remember, we know where you live,”
Four by Four #57
Four Things To Read, Four Things To See, Four Things To Listen To, and Four Things About Me
What Would Literature Be Missing Without You?
[I]f I had never written, if not a single word of mine had ever been published, literature would not be missing a thing.
Towards a Discussion of Male Self-Hatred
The internal logic of this value system, in other words, is less about protecting my sister than it is about protecting my claim to status within the male hierarchy that is a central part of patriarchy’s infrastructure.
The Source of War
I would never have been able to articulate it this way back then, but I was struggling with the question of whether and how I could resist the militarization of my imagination.
