Only When Manhood Is Dead - And

In Her Heart She Is A Mourner For Those Who Have Not Survived. In Her Soul She Is A Warrior For Those Who Are Now As She Was Then. In Her Life She Is Both Celebrant And Proof Of Women's Capacity And Will To Survive, To Become, To Act, To Change Self And Society. And Each Year She Is Stronger And There Are More Of Her.

I Never Met A Man Who Wasn't Stupider Than Me.

Feminist Art Is Not Some Tiny Creek Running Off The Great River Of Real Art. It Is Not Some Crack In An Otherwise Flawless Stone. It Is, Quite Spectacularly I Think, Art Which Is Not Based On The Subjugation Of One Half Of The Species. It Is Art Which Will Take The Great Human Themes -love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself -and Render Them Fully Human. It May Also, Though Perhaps Our Imaginations Are So Mutilated Now That We Are Incapable Even Of The Ambition, Introduce A New Theme, One As Great And As Rich As Those Others -should We Call It Joy?

Under Patriarchy, Every Woman's Son Is Her Potential Betrayer And Also The Inevitable Rapist Or Exploiter Of Another Woman.

I Dream That Love Without Tyranny Is Possible