From The Erotic Philosophers

by Carolyn Kizer
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I love the tone of this--the revisionist irony.

A powerful poem, which speaks about something behind the "clouds" that was not created by desire, but by convention.

It did actually occur that some of us "ran from the room" and "barked like a dog at God." I was far too offended, too wounded to stay in the misogynist classrooms ('63), and at such great loss. Only as a returning student in the early '80s with a gullet full of women writers could I even speak up about, well, anything! Some are still battling this confusion. I love that Kizer takes the issue by its gigantic balls and swings it around her talented head--with a war whoop. Yes!