Monday, November 26, 2007

for E.M.

If you owned the world then of course you could sit there with your guy gaze determining that some girl was fat or a slob because a straight guy sees himself as the boss, and you know the procession of girls or opportunities or products are there for his delectation. He doesn't have to see himself. I mean the guy's probably fucking old as well, and he wouldn't have any truck with an aging woman either, never mind a fat one. So on top of it all you have that to look forward to, too.
Eileen Myles, letter to Jennifer Firestone (How2 Vol. 3, Issue 1, Summer 2007)

Eileen Myles
I love
I think
are made
of glass -
test tubes
up neatly


chris c paul said...

hello- nice to finally meet you the other night- send me some stuff through to chrischarliepaul at gmail dot com be good to read it

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wristsplints said...

Hi there. I saw you read at the small press book fair in October & bought a copy of 'sugar'. I have already tried to persuade yt communication to send me 'killin kittenish', with transaction of monies obviously, but have not heard anything back from them. Therefore, I wondered if you yourself, being the lady what wrote the poems, could sort me out with a copy? Let me know if so. Francesca

x.- said...

interesting inter-sting

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