{"id":24,"date":"2015-12-05T16:28:01","date_gmt":"2015-12-05T16:28:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/dmuhleisen\/?p=24"},"modified":"2015-12-05T16:36:33","modified_gmt":"2015-12-05T16:36:33","slug":"art-response-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/dmuhleisen\/2015\/12\/05\/art-response-5\/","title":{"rendered":"In Passing Time as Woman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>In passing time as woman<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>finds left femur bone to be more<br \/>\ncorrupted than right, is<br \/>\ncompleted, starved, moored<br \/>\non ledge between body and repercussion \u2014<br \/>\nto be still as still can be<\/p>\n<p>In passing time as woman,<br \/>\nfinds rose bush between two thighs but<br \/>\ncannot<br \/>\nkiss self<br \/>\nfor too long. What is this<br \/>\nrage, if not to be exempt<br \/>\nfrom sin, what is this sin<br \/>\nif not to be exempt from<br \/>\nneed?<\/p>\n<p>In passing time as woman,<br \/>\nmade to listen, to know color<br \/>\nyellow for light,<br \/>\nmade to fake knowing as<br \/>\nun-knowing, as forget, as promise,<br \/>\nregret: your value is not a woman.<br \/>\nYour value is a man-made thing<br \/>\nhanded to a woman in passing time<br \/>\nfor keepsakes.<\/p>\n<p>In passing time as woman,<br \/>\ndo not forget you come from Adam\u2019s rib\u2014<br \/>\nIn passing time as woman,<br \/>\nforget over and over again.<br \/>\nNo god made you<br \/>\nin passing time as woman.<br \/>\nWith rose and bush and femur bone<br \/>\nmake eyes of face a color they do not know<\/p>\n<p>In passing time as woman,<br \/>\nBecome. Over and over again,<br \/>\nuntil all the stars crowd over head<br \/>\nand wait for lips<br \/>\nto say your name <\/p>\n<p>Art Response: I wrote this poem after reading Sultana\u2019s Dream and Feminist Urdu Poetry because I was really inspired by the strength of the voices in the authors. I was moved by their solidarity and their resistance, their independence and their strife. I was also very inspired by my best friend, Margot, who has a tattoo of a rose and the woman\u2019s symbol on her rib to show a sort of defiance against the biblical story of Eve being made from Adam\u2019s rib. Margot is someone who I have always admired because in the small town of Commerce Township where we grew up in, she was always proud and unashamed to call herself a feminist. She would wear a ring on her wedding finger and when prompted by her \u201cmarriage,\u201d she would boldly proclaim that she was married to herself and that she belonged to nobody. Margot was the first person I knew the challenge ideals of virginity, to dub the words \u201cvirginity\u201d and \u201cpure\u201d as social constructs contrived to constrain the body. In a small conservative place, this made Margot half-crazy and half-nuts. And she inspired me to be half-crazy and half-nuts and feminist as well because it was important. I wrote the poem \u201cIn Passing Time as Woman\u201d as a response to their responses, and I allowed myself to echo them through the use of \u201ctime\u201d because I believe that time is something that can be extremely restrictive but also something than can be transcended by the mind. And I wrote this poem for my friend Margot, for her rib, for our ribs, for our friendship, and for each other\u2019s solidarities. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In passing time as woman finds left femur bone to be more corrupted than right, is completed, starved, moored on ledge between body and repercussion \u2014 to be still as still can be In passing time as woman, finds rose bush between two thighs but cannot kiss self for too long. 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