Suzanne Frischkorn's Blog, page 43

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In other words, for smokers who derive a self-esteem boost from smoking - perhaps they see it as a key part of their identity or they think it makes them look cool - a death-related cigarette packet warning can have the ironic effect of making them want to smoke more, so as to buffer themselves against the depressing reminder of their own mortality. The findings suggest that for these kinds of

Loved This

I guess what I'm saying is that I'd always been taught that writing is a practice, that you must sit down in a quiet room and make yourself write, that you must try, that you must exercise the muscle. And this isn't bad advice: many of my poems were written this way. You truly do never know what will come unless you try. But I think it's also true that poems will come because they're meant to,

I was there

AHORA LAS MUJERES: Latina poets speakOf course the event didn't start on time, but at last Rich stepped up to the podium, offered a welcome and made his opening remarks. The auditorium was packed—people lined up against the walls. I don't remember who went first but I do remember the feeling of poets virtually racing to the podium one after another to read their work. The words poured

Off to a Good Start

Sandy Longhorn wrote up a review of Lit Windowpane for Goodreads & has also posted it at her blog. Sandy is the author of Blood Almanac, a beautiful collection from Anhinga Press. One of my favorite poems from the collection "From the Outpost," can be read here.

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Happy Holidays!

Wishing all of you an inspiring, creative and joyous new year~*~**

Happy Solstice

Sonnet

Time, that renews the tissues of this frame,That built the child and hardened the soft bone,Taught him to wail, to blink, to walk alone,Stare, question, wonder, give the world a name,Forget the watery darkness whence he came,Attends no less the boy to manhood grown,Brings him new raiment, strips him of his own:All skins are shed at length, remorse, even shame.Such hope is mine, if this indeed be

Shakespeare's daughters, excerpt 2

In this context Simone de Beauvoir's assertion that one is not born a woman but becomes one gains a new kind of potency. If modern woman has no identity, her "becoming" is both more random and more mysterious. The danger, surely, is that she will "become" – violently – in those parts of life where her sex can be experienced as unitary. In other words, if the difference of gender goes unexamined –

Shakespeare's daughters

It is easier to be a historian than a prophet, and when Virginia Woolf said that a woman needed a room of her own and money of her own to write fiction she appeared to be alluding to a female future where possession – property – equalled words as inevitably as dispossession, in the past, had equalled silence. A woman with a room and money will be free to write – but to write what? In A Room of