another wednesday, another essay. i arrived at noon intending to start working (this one’s on Bergman and his midcentury modernist masterpiece Persona). instead i chatted with mel, found the bag of andrea’s books which she was panicked she’d lost, was hugged three times then taken out for unreasonably gooey pastry by andrea as a reward, read through the Guardian, selected siegfriend lenz’s the german lesson for future procrastination, and finished off the piece i’m submitting to DIS’s writing contest inspired by my conversation in the park with “monika” about dk, and politics, and dk politics, and the weather.
interesting issues being raised by the poem. is the implication that all intellectuals are sickened by the word “perky” wrong or offensive? should i change it so that a person or more people could relate [better] to it?
more generally i’m wondering whether/ to what extent a piece like this should be taken only to represent the author’s voice when it’s trying, at least on some level, to represent Womankind. what my responsibility is to try to please as much of Womankind as communicates their unease to me.