One Dimensional Woman

So Nina Power has some good things to say:

In the UK, unlike many other European countries, female participation in the labor  market has been high for a long time, and women, particularly young, single women, are a key factor in the proliferation and success of job agencies, turning precarity into a virtue. One does not need to be an essentialist about traditionally ‘female’ traits (for example, loquacity, caring, rationality, empathy) to think there is something notable going on here. Young women are encouraged to regard themselves as good communicators, the kind of person who ‘d be ‘ideal’ for agency or call-centre work. The professional woman needs no specific skills as she is simply professional, that is to say, perfect for the kind of work that deals with communication in its purest sense.

There is a curiously existential aspect to this now intimate link between women and labor. [ . . . ] Female pragmatism, the supposed sensibleness of women, finds itself translated neatly into the language of skill-acquisition and advancement. [ . . . ] Employment agencies often have girly names and pink-tinged logos, like ‘Office Angels’ and ‘Capability Jane’, enticing young women into secretarial work that will be extremely unlikely to last more than 13 weeks at any given location (at which point the employer would be legally obliged to give the worker some paid time off). Agency work is sold as a type of liberation, the good kind of ‘flexibility’, with the added advantage for the agency and the firm that the worker will never know who her ‘colleagues’ are. Organising among agency workers is structurally impossible, and the enforced atomization of the agency worker is rephrased as ‘individual choice’, ‘your freedom’.

Power, 2009, pp.18-19

Power talks about a load of fascinating topics, from the concept of Sarah Palin, to the hijab, to pornography. She also underlines the important issue of the confusion and contradictions surrounding the word ‘feminism’.  The chapter this section is taken from is called, ‘The Feminization of Labor’, and provides some solace, if – like me – you have ever spent (wasted?)  time doing temporary work for agencies or similar, where you have been expected to respond enthusiastically to the tasks of cold-calling and endless filing, where you must have an excellent knowledge of Microsoft Excel and exemplary customer service skills, where you never get to know anybody and so remain in a constant state of mild awkwardness, doomed never to escape the constipated limbo of polite conversation, and where you must be GRATEFUL for the opportunity of such useful work experience and the £6.00 an hour. Nina Power gave a free lecture tonight at Senate House in central London, but I couldn’t go because it started at 5.30, which makes it impossible for anyone who works office hours – ah, the irony!

Nina Power's short book - definitely worth a read.

Since We’ve Lived Here

SINCE WE’VE LIVED HERE

Consider me in three second shots

on the edges of every Sicilian quarter,

attend to me even through cramp.

If I had practiced reticence

in the face of wet warm and lucid,

looked sideways as beating muscle taught

in glades of basking, gold-thieving

I would never have. And if

I grew old it was only because I

was cooing the corn down after

the show and did not forget you

dusk, hassled you down too, to the

last damp thread to separate my calf

in the milky goo. Allow me

to descend in a force field around

your fecund head, plush don’t

worry since I fret for the both of us,

Erec & Enide, I spite you in return

and forget my curiosity for the unseen

notebooks and strap my hair in difficult

positions til I cannot go outside, cannot.

Regard me as your honey bee

in primary colours, paint my toes in

shades of your mother’s living room,

revisit your childhood, make me your mother,

like a dove startled out of the cave

in the secret honeycombs of the rock

I came out astonished and awry.

Consider me in your kind of place where

the critical vocabulary belongs to our

castle in the middle distance,

appraise me in a scandalous dressing-down

of rubric and feel me up in the toilets,

a seductive submissive ingénue, and am

I that name.

Networkologies

Excellent blog post here at Christopher Vitale’s blog:

Queer Mediations: Thoughts on Queer Media Theory

Christopher Vitale is Assistant Professor, Media and Critical/Visual Studies at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, NY.

It’s not all about cartoons by a long shot, but he says: ‘One of the most interesting representations of queer parenthood I have seen on TV to this day is the episode from the cartoon Futurama (by Matt Groening and David X. Cohen) in which the male alien Kif gets pregnant…’ Read the rest.

A pregnant Kif and concerned Amy in the episode 'Kif Gets Knocked Up'.

Good Photos

My good friend Anna White takes some fantastic photographs and she’s just set up her new website, here. Her collection of photos on the subject of growing old pay close attention to a thing most people probably don’t think about enough. She also kindly let me use part of one of her pictures for the header  on this blog. She’s based in Manchester but has also been travelling in China this year, and the photos from her trip are also on display at the website.

On the subject of photographs, US poet Linh Dinh also regularly posts brilliant pictures, with commentary, on his blog Detainees. Fairly recently he posted some great pictures from Camden, an area just north of Philadelphia. His subject is usually streetlife, and the poems and pictures are inevitably political, but only because they must be and not because Dinh (activist-style) has forcibly made them so. And Dinh’s genuine fascination – you will see, when you look, if you haven’t already – is infectious.

EVERY TIME ALL THE TIME

EVERY TIME ALL THE TIME

‘My great friend Mary died last week after a short

period of sickness. Feel desperate and sad.’


In upturning the root cause I thought I was girdling

our moral fibres, and I would have said it to keep your

chin held high but I know you’d rather stay ugly.

Every time you stick it to me, all the time you sadly

let schools of hyenas, balloon-like, into the sky, so that

empathy takes more than making new or

solitary posturing. If I am stopped from parading

my marauding red cheeks I will lose, because

I haven’t executed my mission yet, which is why I can’t

spare you a caress and why I couldn’t continue into the sky

too. Every time I draw the outline of your face to a close,

all the time I race to hedge my bet. If I theatricalise

my woman my dreams get better, supine orchestras

march through the streets to your house but rain still falls past

everybody driving their car, all people wiping noses and the dry

hospital linoleum. Every time I ask a bus to mow you down,

all the time I’m the one peeling off like road-runner.

Poetry Publishing???

I’ve added another page to the blog: ‘Poetry Publishing’. At the moment I’ve posted part of a study on poetry publishing as it might be of interest to a few people…

There’s also a chance that it’s a bit boring. But in future I’ll be adding goings-on from a new press I’m hoping to set up with the Openned editors. Yes! There IS life after Openned (and besides, isn’t it coming back in a year or so?)

Ukraine’s Got Talent (More Talent than Britain)

Slaves to Do These Things

slaves to do these thingsI’ve just received Amy King’s new book in the post. I’m going to review it (though not sure where yet) and I’m very impatient to read it, but I’m about to go to Chris Goode’s reading at Toynbee Studios tonight. He’s been described by the Guardian as “one of the most exciting talents working in Britain today” – the Guardian mostly knows bollocks-all about exciting poetry, but I think they’re right this time. Caroline Bergvall is also performing – so, interesting reading (practically) guaranteed.

Anyway, look at the cool cover art on Amy’s book! It’s by Orna Ben Shoshan, an Israeli artist with a website here. Amy is poet laureate of the blogosphere 2007 (no, really) so check out ‘amy king’s alias’ on the blogroll if you haven’t seen it before. The book is out from Blazevox soon, along with some other ‘poetry that doesn’t suck‘. I’m taking it on the bus with me.

The Argotist

I have a poem up at the Argotist. Glad about this as I like so much of the poetry on the site – especially Pam Brown’s poem DAY AND NIGHT, YOUR POEMS for Ken Bolton. I’ve not read the poems Pam Brown refers to in her poem, but I want to now. Have a read here.

The Power of Powder

THE POWER OF POWDER

luck hangs around at late

evening when there’s no way of seeing through

the double-glazed image of my face

or torso, slow shoulders-

as GO-GO and sunny and known yet

all in the way that reservations are

made for me then slide from me; I don’t know anyone here; everyone here

has been here forever,  in becoming seasoned

made the carnival graceful

and in giving us no tools, once penetrated

how exactly, does

the body weep?

& in giving you no clue this

is how I exhumed a daydream.

I’m giving you no depriving

you of ontological ground then

confiscating the sand leftover.

I’m giving you no looming

you but strapping you down

to a fire safety regulation.

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