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172 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2006
Memories Flow in Our Veins is a collection of feminist poems and short stories curated from CALYX Press publications over the course of the past several decades. The pieces in Memories cover a broad range of feminism-related topics, such a bodies, sexuality, labor, and religion.
As is often the case with anthologies, I have a mixed response to the collection as a whole due to some pieces resonating well with me and others far less so. For the pieces that didn't work for me in this collection, there was a specific underlying reason common throughout them, so I will start by addressing the common issue I encountered.
Because the collection ranges back as far as the mid-1970s, a number of older pieces carry a very definite second wave mindset to them, and that comes along with all the problems one might expect. Ranging from laughably pretentious and corny metaphors about flowers and moons to gross objectification of women's bodies to outright violent gender essentialism, many if not most of the older pieces in this anthology present a narrative of "universal womanhood" that implicitly or explicitly is only permitted to straight, cisgender, abled women. As someone whose falls into none of those categories, I found these pieces to be not only not empowering, but actively disempowering. The poems and stories with this second wave slant read at best as juvenile with their cheesy euphemisms about vulvas and pregnancy and at worst a vicious espousal of anti-transgender rhetoric, and after a while I found myself just skipping anything dated prior to 1985 to avoid these pieces. While I understand that these works are largely products of their time, I feel there's not much excuse for an anthology published in 2016 to include them without any caveats or contextualization regarding the regressive ideologies about womanhood and gender essentialism baked into them.
As for the more modern works, I found these overall to be much less alienating, and several of these pieces were even quite stunning. There was a nice variety of works by women of color and Jewish women, and this provided much needed perspective outside of the purview of white feminism. These pieces tended to overall frame womanhood as a personal experience rather than something that can be universally defined, and it made the pain, joy, and power expressed in these pieces far more compelling than the second wave pieces mentioned above. I was particularly fond of "Nā Wāhine Noa" by Haunani-Kay Trask and "You Know the Killing Fields" by Willa Schneberg, which both speak to the intersecting realms of womanhood and culture, and the sense of pain and identity that can exist within that space.
There are a number of truly excellent pieces in this collection, but the second wave-ism of many of the works did detract quite a bit from my enjoyment of the book overall. As I said, many of the individual works in this collection are excellent on their own, but taken a whole, the worser pieces in this collection left me discouraged even as I moved on to more powerful ones, leaving me overall lukewarm about the collection.