Showing posts with label Carole Maso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carole Maso. Show all posts

Monday, February 18, 2013

Read Before Thinking

"Access to knowledge is the supreme act
of truly great civilizations.
Of all the institutions that purport to do this,
free libraries stand virtually alone
in accomplishing this mission."
~ Toni Morrison ~




If you're looking for something to read, here's
what I've posted lately on Kitti's Book List:

Fresh Insights & Bursts of Clueness

Holiday Thoughts from Powell, Rilke and Maso

Another Year Over

And a New One Just Begun

Book Haven


Thanks to my sister Peg for sending me
one of these cool readerly shirts from Wonder Book!

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Celebrate With Verve

It's only the 10th Day of Christmas -- don't stop celebrating yet!
I just couldn't resist matching up these fabulous holiday paintings
by Carl Larsson
with some of my favorite celebratory passages from AVA.

Name Day at the Storage Shed"Each holiday celebrated with real extravagance.
Birthdays. Independence days. Saints' days.
Even when we were poor. With verve."

(from Ava, by Carole Maso, 3)

Christmas Eve"It was Christmas Eve Day. I wore bells."
(from Ava, by Carole Maso, 53)

For Karin's Name Day"How we celebrated each holiday, each saint's day. With verve.
Touch then this moment. Caress it with your mind. . . .
How we celebrated each Epiphany, each Bastille Day."

(from Ava, by Carole Maso, 84, 108)

P.S. For more Carl Larsson on my blog, see St. Lucy & Kitchen Windows

Monday, October 1, 2012

Gender Equity

Singing People by Debra Frasier
from On the Day You Were Born

Excerpt from new post on Kitti's Book List

Rainer Maria Rilke: pp 77 - 78 . . . someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only of life and reality: the female human being. ~ 1904, from his Letters to a Young Poet

Carole Maso: p 37 . . . All the personal pronouns -- j/e, m/o, m/a, m/es -- are split to emphasize the disintegration of the self that occurs every time women speak male language. ~ 1993, from her novel AVA

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I wonder if Rilke would be disappointed to see what a lengthy and hard - fought transformation it has become? I appreciate Maso's description of the so often unacknowledged and wearying disintegration. First comes the exclusive language; then comes the taxing enterprise of pulling yourself back together again, putting yourself into the picture, the self - integration that is not a given. Like hearing "father" and thinking "and mother." Or "brother" and "sister too." "Men" -- "and women." "Mankind" -- "oh yeah, that means me."

I think the beautiful song "Let There Be Peace On Earth," (sung here by Gladys Knight in 2008 at the National Memorial Day Concert, Washington, D.C.) is a perfect example of what Maso is talking about here. I've loved this song since Junior High when we sang it in Girls' Chorus (emphasis added for irony!), but it requires some mental gymnastics to repair the damage done by the gender exclusivity of that key phrase:

"With God as our Father, brothers all are we
Let me walk with my brother in perfect harmony."

These words are chosen as a fitting observance of a National event, yet by their very nature, they omit half the people in our country. Okay, I can fix that in my head; but should I have too? I can try to believe that "when you say "men" you mean "women" too; that doesn't always work. But one thing I know for sure, without Gender Equity, there is never going to be Peace on Earth.