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Music Pink and Blue

Georgia O'Keeffe: Music Pink and Blue

Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies – for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text – as into the world and into history – by her own movement.

Here they are, returning, arriving over and again, because the unconscious is impregnable. They have wandered around in circles, confined to the narrow room in which they’ve been given a deadly brainwashing. … As soon as they begin to speak, at the same time as they’re taught their name, they can be taught that their territory is black: because you are Africa, you are black. Your continent is dark. Dark is dangerous. You can’t see anything in the dark, you’re afraid. Don’t move, you might fall. Most of all, don’t go into the forest. And so we have internalized this horror of the dark.

By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display – the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions. Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time.

To write. An act which will not only “realize” the decensored relation of woman to her sexuality, to her womanly being, giving her access to her native strength; it will give her back her goods, her pleasures, her organs, her immense bodily territories which have been kept under seal: it will tear her away from the superegoized structure in which she has always occupied the place reserved for the guilty.

It is by writing, from and toward women, and by taking up the challenge of speech which has been governed by the phallus, that women will confirm women in a place other than that which is reserved in and by the symbolic, that is, in a place other than silence.

*Excerpted from “The Laugh of the Medusa” by Hélène Cixous, and gifted to Disturbed Stranger, a woman who always writes her body.

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Vacation … books … missing

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When you’re feeling lonely ’cause your significant other is out of town, and you’re bored ’cause it’s a vacation and you’re trapped in town, nothing’s better than to catch up on postponed readings. And as Arabic books seem a distraction while I teach English literature (the mind switching between Arabic and English texts seems to malfunction sometimes), I’m hoping that this vacation would be a time for me to cover what this image displays. I already read Rabee3 Jaber’s ‘I3terafat,’ Mais Al-Othman’s ‘3aqeedat Raqs’ and ‘3ara’is Al-souf’ so have 6 remaining books to cover, not counting 3alam Al-Ma3rifa’s book which I’m finding it hard to get into (reading anything theoretical in Arabic is completely beyond me, especially when it’s a theory I focus on in my own research, so used to reading the English terms), and 7ayat Sharara’s ‘Itha Al-Ayam Aghsaqat’ which I’ve read a long time ago.

So an update on the covered material.
‘I3tirafat’ is an amazingly sad book. Very captivating and hard to put down. A story of a boy struggling with who he is. But it goes beyond the usual narratives about the search of one’s identity.
Mais Al-Othman is quickly becoming one of my favorite writers. I read her ‘Ashya’oha Al-Sagheera’ a while back and her simple and clear style quickly seduced me. Then I read ‘3akeedat Raqs’ which is just completely brilliant in its style, and much more advanced than her earlier short story collection. Of course I made the mistake of reading ‘3ara’is Al-Souf’ after ‘3aqeedat Raqs’ and quickly noted that, although ‘3ara’is’ is beautifully written and as captivating as all her stories, ‘3aqeedat’ sits on its own pedestal. It is just brilliant in style and story. Very captivating and enjoyable to read.

Now do you think that I have enough distractions to stop me from thinking of what I miss? Or will the pangs of missing my significant other drive me to the edge of depression like it usually does?

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