how do you narrate grief?
do you start with the object...the material...the flesh and bone
and then follow its progress into the abstract and
disembodied? while crying?
where are the words for that kind of story?
what metaphor could you possibly construct?
derrida was right to critique
sassure...
language is more than just arbitrariness
it is inadequate and yet
there is nothing more adequate or less arbitrary
nor heart breaking
than this erosion
i will start to write this grief
but in the very act of my writing it
it is being rewritten
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"You can never predict what will happen when the body moves from dimension to dimension--sometimes it merges sometimes it shatters sometimes it dons overdetermined eye make-up and mimics Liza Minnelli." Dodie Bellamy, _The Letters of Mina Harker_, 139
About Me
- commodifiedqueer
- i am a professor, i teach rhetoric and writing, exploring queer spaces, cultural studies, feminism, race, ethnicity, animal rights, afro cuban art, diasopora, african amercian women writers, middle passage, slave narrative but to be quite honest i am always in a constant space of grief, oh and i should be trying to publish something, whatevs
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