ANNE WALDMAN
from FEMINAFESTO
When I came into power as a writer,
and I think this had to do with becoming a mother as well, I could say
outrageous things, could proclaim my "endometrium shedding." Could manifest
the "crack in the world." I shouted, "You men who came out of my belly,
out of my world, BACK OFF!" I could literally stomp
& "walk on the periphery of the world." I could—as Sumerian Inanna
did—get the male poets (my fathers) intoxicated on alcohol, Methedrine,
ecstasy, charm them with my wit, my piety, then seal their secrets. I could
name all the various women who have been, to be. Cast a discerning eye
at the progressive anthologies of poetry. Are we still having to count
the men versus women, and the canon is a lost cause or perhaps it is the
battleground? Look at the scarcity of women in any institution, sacred
or secular. Keep counting. How many pinks to so many blues? Is language
phallogoeentric? Is writing a political act? Do you women writers I’m speaking
to feel marginalized? Do you agree, you’d almost have to, dear scholarly
sisters, that the experiences of women in and with literature are different
from those of men? Much feminist criticism has centered on the misogyny
of literary practice—women as angels or monsters, mothers or nuns, daughters
or whores—harassment of women in classic & popular male literature
and text. You know it: Kerouac, Mailer, Henry Miller, Homer, the Bible,
the Koran, the Vinaya, et cetera. But I’d like here to declare an enlightened
poetics, an androgynous poetics, a poetics defined by your primal energy
not by a heterosexist world that must measure every word, act against itself.
Not by a norm that assumes a dominant note subordinating, mistreating,
excluding any other possibility. In fact, you could be a man with a "lesbian"
consciousness in you, a woman with a gay consciousness inside. I propose
a utopian creative field where we are defined by our energy, not
by gender. I propose a transsexual literature, a hemaphroditic literature,
a transvestite literature, and finally a poetics of transformation beyond
gender. That just sings its wisdom. That the body be an extension of energy,
that we are not defined by our sexual positions as men or women in bed
or on the page. That the page not be empty female awaiting penetration
by dark phallic ink-juice. That masculine and feminine energies be perhaps
comprehended in the Buddhist sense of Prajna and Upaya, wisdom
and skillful means, which exist in all sentient beings. That these
energies co-exist and are essential one to the other. That poetry is perceived
as a kind of siddhi or magical accomplishment that understands these
fundamental energies.
Perhaps women have the advantage
of producing a radically disruptive and subversive kind of writing right
now because they are experiencing the current imbalances and contradictions
that drive them to it. They are turning to skillful means figuring how
to combat assaults on their intelligence and time. She––the practitioner––wishes
to explore and dance with everything in the culture which is unsung, mute,
and controversial so that she may subvert the existing systems that repress
and misunderstand feminine "difference." She’ll take on the subjects of
censorship and abortion and sexual harassment. She’ll challenge her fathers,
her husband, male companions, spiritual teachers. Turn the language body
upside down. What does it look like?
[Anne Waldman. From "Feminafesto." In Kill Or Cure. Penguin Books, 1994.]