You know what's super obnoxious? Being a feminist and doing anti-feminist things and not even realizing it. Shoot me. Just in the leg or something, but really.
If what I want poetry to do leans toward traditionally feminine work -- beauty, foremost, and all the baggage that brings, the unlocatability, the indulgence, the avoidance of purpose, the excess, the uselessness, the enjoyment & joy -- then it's horseshit to try to come up with a magazine name that avoids feminine connotations. Socially pernicious horseshit. (And heaven knows we have enough of that.)
In fact, the whole aim might/ought to be to take one of these "feminine" labels and do a magazine that both fits its name and is an unimpeachably excellent organ of poetry.
I mean. HELLO. I know better. I don't know what was wrong with me.
I'm thinking about spiders now.
About the Author
- Poetrix Viridis
- Woman of words, diviner, crusader, grouser, plant-lover, rainmaker, tech support, heart support, Pisces, perpetual tourist, sucker for rock stars and other celestial phenomena.
My first book of poems won the T. S. Eliot Prize and was published in the fall of 2008 by Truman State University Press. A friend once told me that in the movie of our department, Gwyneth Paltrow would play me. Somewhat less recently, another friend said of my writing that "it's like these poems were written by the Whitman of the Ozarks." Much longer ago, a third friend said to me, "I'm glad I'm naive enough to believe you're on my side."
You can read more of my thoughts on reading, writing, and teaching poetry than you could ever want to in Predicate 2.
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