Mid Afternoon
Nothing to say nothing to do except
Hammer keys and hope that
Bits of text align joyfully on the page.
In this day and at this time
A warm retreat with a witty sage
Is the desire that wanders near
When all else wanders away.
Nothing to say nothing to do except
Hammer keys and hope that
Bits of text align joyfully on the page.
In this day and at this time
A warm retreat with a witty sage
Is the desire that wanders near
When all else wanders away.
I hope I just survive this next hour and a half–what do I really know on Global Feminism? And, more importantly, can I keep my eyes open without being too socially awkward?
And that, SQ, is feminism (or femininity?) in action; though perhaps not on a global scale. Just do a Husserlian bracket of your experience of the desire for non-socially awkward open eyes (I’m pretty sure Bahktin does something similar in the Literary realm) and deconstruct your bracketed data to reflect feminine characteristics.
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