“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 and my body are one.” — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
“The appropriation of the creativity-procreativity metaphor by women is a conscious challenge to traditional poetics and beyond that to traditional metaphysics, for… — 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 fire All this week. Senses her infinite smallness But can’t seize it, Recognizes the folly of desire, The folly of withdrawal— Kicks at the curb, the pavement, If only she could, at this moment, When what… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
“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 bear, Complicated as a family of jugglers, Brave as a sequined trapeze Artist, the only boy I ever met Who could beat me in argument Was why I married you, isn't it, And you have beaten… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
“Passing that fiery tree-if only she could; Be making love, Be making poetry, Be exploding, be speeding through the universe; Like a… — 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 and my body are one.” — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
“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 fire All this week. Senses her infinite smallness But can’t seize it, Recognizes the folly of desire, The folly of withdrawal— Kicks at the curb, the pavement, If only she could, at this moment, When what… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
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 your dogs on me. And a pile of broken sticks. A child could kick. I have climbed you like a monument, gasoing, For the exercise and the view, And leaned over the railing at the top...… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
“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 bear, Complicated as a family of jugglers, Brave as a sequined trapeze Artist, the only boy I ever met Who could beat me in argument Was why I married you, isn't it, And you have beaten… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share
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
