The writer who is a mother should, I think, record everything she can: make notes, keep journals, take photographs, use a tape recorder, and remind herself that there is a subject so incalculably vast significance to humanity, about which virtually… — 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
“The secret shape of this book is a parachute all the lines leading to the person hanging there drifting on the wind and always… — 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… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
