Woman must write her self: just write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently from their bodies-for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same football. Woman must put herself Into the text-as Into the world and Into history-by her own movement. The futurists longer be determinedly past. I do not deny that the effects the past are stillbirth us. But I refuse to strengthen the them by repeating them, to confer upon them an irremovable equivalent of destiny,to confuse the biological and the cultural.
Anticipation is imperative. Since these reflections thickenings In an area Just on the point are urine which new breakaway from the old, and, more precisely, De (feminine)new from the old (la nouvelle lancing). Thus, as thereat no grounds for establishing a discourse, but rather an arid millennial ground to break, what I say has at least two sides and two aims: to break up, to destroy;and to foresee the unforeseeable,to project. I writes as a woman, toward women.
When I say “woman,” I’m speaking of woman in her inevitablestruggleagainst conventionalism; and of a universalism’s subject misremembering to thirstiness This is a revised version of “Lee Eire De la Medusa,” which appeared in Learn (1975), up. 9-54. In and Society 1976, Volvo. 1, no. 4] [Signs:Journals Women Culture of ? 1976 by The University Chicago. All reregistered. 875 This content downloaded from 129. 59. 95. 115 on Moon, 8 Par 2013 21 :16:10 PM All use subject to ASTOR Terms and Conditions 876 Sioux Laugh fathomed and to threatening in history. T But first must be said attain spite of the enormity the repression that has kept them in the “dark”-that dark which people have been trying make them accept as their attribute-there is, at this time, no general woman, no one typical I woman. What they’ve in common will say. But what strikes is the infinite richness’s triangulated constitutions: you can’t talk about a female sexuality,uniform,homogeneous, classification codes-any more than you can talk about one unconscious resembling another. Women’s imaginary inexhaustible,like music, painting,writing:their streamer phantasms is incredible.
I have been amazed more than once by a descriptions woman gave me of a world all her own which she had been surrealistically since early childhood. A world of searching,the elaboration of a knowledge, with the bodily functions, on the basis of a systematic This practice, and precise interrogation her routinely. Passionate rich and inventive, particulars concerns uncharacteristically is prolonged or accompanied by a production forms,a veritable Zion, each stage of rapture inscribing resonant vision, a aestheticism’s, composition,configurability.
Beauty will no longer be forbidden. I wished that that woman would write and proclaim this unique empire so that other women, other unacknowledged sovereigns,might exclaim: l, too, overflow;undesired have invented desires,embody knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have let so full of luminous torrential I could burst-burst with forms much more beautifully those which are put up in frames sold for a stinking fortune. And l, too, said nothing,showed nothing; I didn’t open my mouth, I didn’t repaint my half of the world. I was ashamed.
I was afraid,and I shallowness’s and Mayfair. I said to myself:You are mad! What’s the meaning of these waves, these floods,these outbursts? Woman who, immersed she was in her Where is the ebullient,infinite in the dark about herself,led into self-disdain the great naiveté,kept by hasn’t been ashamed of her arm of parental-counterrevolutionaries, trench? Who, surprised and horrified the functionalities her drives (for she was made to believe that a well-adjustments woman has a divine composure), hasn’t accused herself being a monster? Inside her (to sing,to write,to dare Who, feelings fundraiser stirring to speak, in short,to bring out something), hasn’t thoughts was sick? Well, her shamelessness’s thatches resistant, thatches makes trouble. Is And hoyden you write? Write! Writing forum,you are forum; is yours,take it. I know why haven written. (And why’ your body Because writings at once didn’t wherefore the age of twenty-seven. Too high,too great forum, disinterestedness’s great-that is, for”great a but men”; and you’ve written little, in secret.
And it Summer 1976 877 wasn’t good, because it was in secret,and because you punished yourself for writing,because you didn’t go all the way; or because you wrote, as irresistibly, when we would masturbation secret,not to go further, to take the edge off. And then to attenuate tensions bit, just enough as soon as we come, we go and make ourselves feel guilty-so as to be forgiven;or to forget,to bury it until the next time.
Write,let no one hold you back, let nothings you: not man; not the inapplicability’s machinery,in which publishing houses are the crafty, obsequious releaser’s imperativeness down by an economy that works against us and off our backs; and not yourself. Smug-faced readers, managing editors, and big bosses don’t like the true texts of women-female- sexed texts. That kind scares them. I horsewoman: woman newspaperwoman. And man, man. So only an oblique considerateness’s found here of man; it’s up to him to say where his masculinity and femininity at: this will concern us once are men have opened thirstier and seen atmospherically. Now women returnable’s, formalisms: from”without,”from he heath where witches kept alive; furbelow, firebombed “culture”; oversimplification which men have been trying desperately make them forget,condemning it to “eternal rest. ” The liturgists and their”ill- mannered”bodies immured,well-preserved, intoxicant thymine the mirror. Frigidaire. But are they’ve extraordinariness! Selves, What an effort takes-there’s no end to it-for the sex cops to bar their return.
Such a displayed forces both sides that the strengthening glee has fortuitousness immobilizers the trembling equilibrium a deadlock. Here they’re, returning, endeared around in circles, confined to the narrow room in which they’ve been given a deadly brainwashing. You can incarcerated,slow downtown, get away with the old Apartheid routine,but for a timeline. As soon as thieving to speak, at the same times authoritativeness’s, Ithacan be taught that territorially black: because you are Africa,you are black. Your is 1 .
Men satellite everything say about theatricality, to and everything write. For what they’ve said so far,for the most part,stems from the opposition activity/ passivity, from the power relation between a fantasizedobligatoryvirility meant to invade, to colt unionize, and the consequential phantasmal woman as a “dark continent” penetrated to “pacify. ” (We know what “pacify” means in terms of customizing other and misrecognition self. ) Conquering her, devastated haste to depart former borders,to out and into her whom get out of sight,out of body.
The way man has of getting of himself he takes not for the other but for his own, deprives him, he knows, of his own bodily One can understand how man, counterintelligence’s penis and rushing territory. For the attack,nightlife resentment and fear being “taken” bathe woman, of being lost n her, absorbed, or alone. 878 Laugh of themed continents dark. Dark is dangerous. You can’t see anything the dark, you’re afraid. Don’t move, you nightfall. Most of all, don’t go into the forest. And so we have interrelatedness horror of the dark.
Men have committed greatestcrimeagainstwomen. Insidiously, the have led them hate women,to be thrown enemies,to they violently, mobilizetheirimmensestrength of otherworldliness. They have made for women an antiquarianism! Narcissistic loves tastefully to be loved for what women haven’t got! They have constructed infamous logic of antinovel. We the precocious, we the repressed of culture,our loveliest the gagged withholder, our wind knocked out of us, we the labyrinths, ladders, the trampled spaces, the bevies-we are black and we are beautiful. ND that which is ours breaks loose promos without We’re stormy, our fearing debilitation. Our glances, our smiles,are spent; laughs exude from all our mouths; our blood flatland we extend ourselves whatsoever reaching an end; we never hold back our thoughts,our signs,our writing;and we’re not afraid of lacking. What happiness forum who are omitted,brushed aside at the scene of inheritances;we unscrupulousness and we expire weather-stripping of breath,we are everywhere! From now on, who, if we say so, can say no to us? We’ve come back formalisms.
It is time to liberate the New Woman from the Old by coming to know her-by loving her for getting, for strengthening the Old hotheadedly,by going out ahead of wheat New Woman will be, as an arrow quits the bow with a movement that gathers and separates the opportunistically,in order to be more than her self. I say that must,for,with a freeware exceptions,Theresa not yet been any writings incompressibility; exceptions so rare, in fact, hat, after plowing through literariness’s languages, cultures, and ages,2 one can only be startled this vain scouting mission.
It is well known that the number of women writers(while having increased very psychologist the interconnection’s) has always been ridiculously small. This is a useless and deceptive fact unless from their species of female writers do not fortitude’s the immense majority whose and whichever formal writing, workmanship’s in no way different obscures women or reproduces the classic representations women (as sensitive- intuitive-dreamy, etc. )3 2. I am speaking here only of the place “reserved” forewomen by the Westernmost. . Which works,then, mightier called feminine? I’ll Just point out some examples: feminine their one would have to give administering to printout what’s pervasively in Which I shall do elsewhere. In France (have you noted our infinite poverty significance. This field? -the Anglo-Saxon countries have shown resources of distinctly carcinogenicity’s-and it’s much-the quince), leafingthroughwhat’scome out of the twentieth Is. ss 879 Let me inserter a parenthetical remark. ‘ mean then I speak of male writing. Maintain unequivocally that there is such a thing as marked writing;that, until now, far more extensively repressively than is ever suspected or admitted,writings been run by a libidinal and cultural-hence political,typically masculine-economy; diathesis a locus where the repression women has been perpetuated,over and since over, more or less consciously,and in a manner dishearteningly charms of fiction;that it’s often hidden or adorned with the mystifying thistle’s has crystallographer all the signing sexual opposition (and not sexual difference),where woman has never Herbert to speak-this is Ewing all the more serious and unpardonable in thwarting precisely thievery the space Ithacan serve as a springboard possibility change, subversive thought,the pronouncement’s of a transformation social and cultural structures. Nearly the entire history writing’s confounded with the history of reason, of which it is at once the effect, the support, and one of the privileged alibis. It has been one with the valetudinarianism’s. Let is indeed that same self-admiring,self-stimulating, self-congratulatory philistinism.
With some exceptions, for there have been failures-and if it weren’t for them, I oldest be writing(l-woman, escapee)-in that enormous machine that has been operating and turning its “truth” forfeitures. There have been poets who would go to any lengths slip something at odds with tradition-men capable of loving love and hence capable of loving others and of handwritten,of imagining woman who would hold out counterespionage and constitute herself a superb, equal, hence “impossible” subject, untenable in a real social framework. Such a woman the poet could desire only by breaking the codes bring, pinot revolution-for the bastions supposed to be immutable-at least harmoniousness’s.
At times is in the figureheads by an earthquake, through that radical mutation thingamabob’s on by a material upheaval when overstretched for a anthropomorphically and an is ephemeral wildernesses order away,that the poet slips something, for a briefness, of woman. Thus did Glistened himself his yearnmaternaldaughters,mother-sisters, inning For the existence sister-lovers, who never hung threads in shame. Once the palace of magistrates is restored,it’s time to pay: immoderately death to the uncontrollable elements. But only the poets-not the novelists,allies of representational. Because obtrusiveness gaining southerliness’s unconscious and of that’ have seen were by Colette,Marquisette’s, and only inscriptions femininity Jean Genet. Because the unconscious,throatier limitless country, the place where the repressed manage to survive: women, or as Hoffmann would say, fairies.
She must write her self, because this is the invention of a new insurgent writing’s,when the moment of her liberation’s come, will allow her to carryout the indispensable ruptures and transform actions in her history, first two levels that cannot be separated. Her self,woman will return the body ) Individually. By writing which been more than cinematographers, which been turned into the uncanny stranger display-the ailing or dead figure,which so often turnout to be the incapacitation, the cause and location of inhibitions. Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write your self. Your body must be heard. Only then will the immense resources of the unconscious spring forth. Our naphtha will spread, throughout the world, without dollars-black or gold -encompassed values that will change the rules of the old game. To write.
An act which mainlining, governing access to to her inattentiveness; Willie her back her goods, her pleasures, her whichever been kept under seal; organs, her incomprehensibility’s it will tear her away from the superimposed structure which she has always occupied the place reserved for the guilty(guiltily everything, guilty every turn: for having desires, for not having any; for being frigid,for being “too hot”; for not being both at once; for being too and not enough; for having children and for not having any; motherly for nursing and for not nursing )-tear her away by means of this This emancipation f the research, theists of analysis illumination, marvelous text of her self that she must Argentinean to speak. A woman without body, dumb, blind, can’t possibly a good fighter. She is reduced to being the servant the militant male, his shadow. We muskiest fellowman who is preventing live one breathtaking. Inscribe the breath of the whole woman. B) An act athletically be marked by womanliness’s occasion to speak, hence her gastrointestinal history,which has always been To based on hirsuteness. Wristband thus to forge for herself inform her own tilling weapon. To become at will the taker and initiator, right,in permissibility’s, every polysaccharides. And oral It is time for women to gastroenteritis feats written language.
Every woman has known the tormentor getting to speak. Her heart racing,at timelessly lost forwards, ground and language slip how daring a feat,how great a transgression is for a ping away-that’s woman to speak-even Just open her mouth-in public. A double dished tress,forever if she transgresses, words polycrystalline upon the Signs 881 deaf male ear, which hears in language only that which speaks in the masculine. 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 wholesomeness in a place other than twitch is reserved in and by the symbolic,that is, in a place other than silence.
Women should break out of the snare of silence. They shouldn’t be conned into accepting a domain which is the margin or the harem. Listen to a woman speak at a public gathering(fishes hasn’t painfully lost her wind). She doesn’t “speak,” she throwers trembling body foresee lets go of herself,she flies;all of her passes into her voice, and ward; twitchier body thatches vitally supported “logic” of her speech. Her flesh speaks true. She lays herself bare. In fact, she physically materializes what she’s thinking;she signifies with her body. In a certainly she inscribes what she’s saying,because she doesn’t deny her drives the intractable impassioned part they’ve in speaking.
Her speech, even when “theoretical”or political,is never simple or linear or she draws her storyline history. There is not that occasion,that division made by the common man between the logic of oral speech and the logic of the text,bound as he is by his antiquated relation- revile, calculating-to mastery. From which proceeds the managerially servomechanism’s only the itineraries of the body, plus the mask. In women’s speech, as in their writing,that element which never stops resonating,which,once we’ve been permeated by it, profoundly and imperceptibly touched by it, retains power of moving us-that element is the song: first music from the first voice of love which alive in every woman. Why this privileged relationships the voice?