"I know, though, that if I don't write I will die; I will shrink down into nothingness and disappear, and the only originating place I can imagine for this, my desperation to write, is the inability of my female ancestors to do so. They were readers, thinkers, wanters of much more than their motherhood relegation. The intense power of my need to write pumps through my veins as if, from the spirit world, each of those women cries out a call to rise, speaking to the replications of their own cells that now live in my body."-Jessica Marsico
Showing posts with label expression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label expression. Show all posts
Friday, January 30, 2015
On Writing: Teaser from Book-in-Progress
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Matrilineacide: A Poem
-Jessica Marsico“Words wreak havoc when they find a namefor what had, up to then,been lived namelessly.” –SartreMy great grandmothers are lost to me; lost too are all the mothers who came before. Their last names have been taken, removed from the memory of centuries. Whole families disappear that way - truth and story and knowledge, too. This loss deserves a name, that I might speak my sorrow. And the grace of graces, one they were never shown: the choice to adopt it (to keep or discard it) is yours and yours alone.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Monday, June 9, 2014
Art and the Written Word: Camps for Girls 8-16
Labels:
art,
camps,
creative,
culture,
expression,
fairy tales,
girls,
hudson valley,
native,
nature,
writing
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