“The life spills over, some days. She cannot be at rest, Wishes she could explode Like that red tree— The one that bursts into fire All this week. Senses her infinite smallness But can’t seize it, Recognizes the folly of… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
“Passing that fiery tree-if only she could; Be making love, Be making poetry, Be exploding, be speeding through the universe; Like a photon, like a shower; Of yellow blazes...” — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
The writer who is a mother should, I think, record everything she can: make notes, keep journals, take photographs, use a tape recorder, and… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
“With women poets we look at or into, but not up at, sacred things; we unlearn submission.” — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
“To Wallace Stevens' post-Nietzschean formula 'God and the imagination are one,' these women poets would add a crucial third element: God and the imagination… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
“The appropriation of the creativity-procreativity metaphor by women is a conscious challenge to traditional poetics and beyond that to traditional metaphysics, for the gynocentric… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
“The life spills over, some days. She cannot be at rest, Wishes she could explode Like that red tree— The one that bursts into… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
I have wished you dead and myself dead. How could it be otherwise. I have broken into you like a burglar. And you've set… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
“Wanting All Husband, it's fine the way your mind performs Like a circus, sharp As a sword somebody has To swallow, rough as a… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
The work of Jana Harris is unique in American writing. She has always had a voice of true grit—sometimes harsh, sometimes funny, always close… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
I love the combination of smartness, pain, and what one might call conscious postmodern trashiness in this book: a version of the erotic full… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
