Real Artists, It Seems To Me, Are

Ignorance Is Not Bad Faith. But Persistence In Ignorance Is.

I Didn’t And Don’t Want To Be A ‘feminine’ Version Or A Diluted Version Or A Special Version Or A Subsidiary Version Or An Ancillary Version, Or An Adapted Version Of The Heroes I Admire. I Want To Be The Heroes Themselves.

And Middle-class Women, Although Taught To Value Established Forms, Are In The Same Position As The Working Class: Neither Can Use Established Forms To Express What The Forms Were Never Intended To Express (and May Very Well Operate To Conceal).

The Techniques Are All Means Of Dealing With One Simple Idea: She Wrote It. (that Is, The "wrong" Person--in This Case, Female--has Created The "right" Value--i.e., Art.) Denial Of Agency: She Didn't Write It. Pollution Of Agency: She Shouldn't Have Written It. Double Standard Of Content: Yes, But Look What She Wrote About. False Categorizing: She Is Not Really She [an Artist] And It Is Not Really It [serious, Of The Right Genre, Aesthetically Sound, Important, Etc.] So How Could "she" Have Written "it"? Or Simply: Neither "she" Nor "it" Exists (simple Exclusion).

How Withered Away One Can Be From A Life Of Unremitting Toil.