Women + Poetry

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Seasons Cemented by Amanda Ackerman

AT LONG LAST!
THE BOOKS ARE IN!!!


The Seasons Cemented
by Amanda Ackerman

Amanda Ackerman lives in Los Angeles where she writes and teaches. She is co-editor of the press eohippus labs. She is a member of UNFO (The Unauthorized Narrative Freedom Organization) and writes as part of SAM OR SAMANTHA YAMS. Her collaborative book Sin is to Celebration has been recently released from House Press. Her work has also been published or is forthcoming in in flim forum: A Sing Economy, String of Small Machines, The Physical Poets, WOMB, Moonlit, Source Material: A Journal of Appropriated Text, and Area Sneaks.






































Read a poem from this collection here: http://www.wombpoetry.com/skeins/ackerman.html


Monday, August 16, 2010

Still Here!

Hello! Just a note to say that WOMB is still here! I've had a lot going on, so I've had to take a break from the journal, but I'm hoping to publish a new issue this winter! xo M

Monday, January 18, 2010

Trinh T. Minh-ha

Women use "womb" to re-appropriate it and re-unite (or re-differ) themselves, their bodies, their places of production. This may simply mean beating the master at his own game. But it may also mean asserting difference on differences. In the first case, the question is chiefly that of erecting inverted images and defying prohibitions. ...In the second case -- that of asserting difference on differences -- the question of writing (as a) woman is brought a step further. ... Motherhood as lived be women often has little to do with motherhood as experienced by men. The mother cannot be reduced to the mother-hen, the wet-nurse, the year-round cook, the family maid, or the clutching, fear-inspiring matron. ...Laying claim to the specificity of women's sexuality and the rights pertaining to it is a step we have to go through in order to make ourselves heard; in ordier to beat the master at his own game. But reducing everything to the order of sex does not, obviously, allow us to depart from a discourse directed within the apparatuses of sexuality. Writing does not translate bisexuality. It (does not express language but) fares across it.