In a short story written in 1925 and entitled “The Introduction”, Virginia Woolf, dramatised the struggle for confidence of a young woman writer in a man’s world.
Woolf’s conception of the world and how it had become problematic and thus requiring an urgent reassessment of the place of men and—especially—women in the new social order, instilled her
attempts to communicate a
female soul in the light of an old tradition which also originally resisted prevailing
values (order, rigour and coherence). Virginia Woolf's position of authority is in favour of establishing a kinship with readers in many of her writes.
"Perhaps a mind that is purely masculine cannot create, any more than a mind that is purely feminine..." THREE GUINEAS (1938) urged women to make a claim for their own history and literature
You go girl!
A sill of tears, cues a window’s pain Sashes up, curing, from a guessing bane
Look out, cower, in fawning, dear As the glass drips mourning from a winder wheal
Now a lion in sight, was mainly subbed As a Dean Swift’s feign, roared a "natural vein" dubbed
Woolf in rhyme, penning, Lily the liger too, Bewildered scrimy Scrutiny, dribbling pride in zoo!
Reflecting this, through teardrops quilled Once and animal, always an animal. . . they shouted, "Go to hell!"
The pane was raised, the heir was still The kingdom, it appeared , under this lionized swill
Souls were timid, esteem never lifted but the muse they were feeling seemed, so suddenly shifted
"Love isn’t love when it’s reigning down on self; Love can’t be felt upon this shelf"
A sill of tears, cued a women’s insight Sashes up, cured of, vanity’s lowly plight!
An outstanding write dear friend, one that sends a powerful message...you've penned a write that makes every woman proud, yes we can! Enjoyed this much...excellent write! You go girl!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Yes, You've come a long way baby. The soul and heart were always there but the moment needed to be ceased. I, for one am glad it was. Outstanding write my friend. Blessings Always, Paul.
Gaia is the name of the place we dwell and that be call mother.
From the moment we are born it is a she in our life, why we forget is for dead philosophers to ponder.
Between women and Mammon, the menn of this world had chosen the golden calf, which they worship with unquenchable greed.
Georg
"Look out, cower, in fawning, dear
As the glass drips mourning from a winder wheal"
Wonderfully unique!
I would love to hear this poem read with the rythmn of a conga and a reverb saturated flute in the background. Another excellent creative write Kimmy friend.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2007
I believe my country is called Great, (the only great country in the world) is because women have had fair play, and played with a straight bat. Keeping men in their. That said, if roles were changed throughout all of history. ok we may not have the motor car, but the horse and carriage would be very comfy, and wars would be almost non existent, not letting the child they gave birth to fight as a setting son. Rather than war, it would be nattered over tea and cumber sandwiches, and croquet.… As I worked in the boeing USAF, and had a yank G/F for four yrs. America is still a caveman mentality when it comes to most women. Bar the odd exception, which I found revealing.
One lady told me off for holding a door open, yet another said how unusual. But that is NY state, which is a messed up place anyway...
As a top minister said to Churchill..." by the year 2000 do you think women will rule the world." Churchill replied "yes my man, indeed they still will
Wonderful write: Equality is an absolute but can be made invisable by ones inability or refusal to see. Let us all know that we are all Gods children.
God Bless,
Lew
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Yes, You've come a long way baby. The soul and heart were always there but the moment needed to be ceased. I, for one am glad it was. Outstanding write my friend. Blessings Always, Paul.
From the moment we are born it is a she in our life, why we forget is for dead philosophers to ponder.
Between women and Mammon, the menn of this world had chosen the golden calf, which they worship with unquenchable greed.
Georg
As the glass drips mourning from a winder wheal"
Wonderfully unique!
I would love to hear this poem read with the rythmn of a conga and a reverb saturated flute in the background. Another excellent creative write Kimmy friend.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard
One lady told me off for holding a door open, yet another said how unusual. But that is NY state, which is a messed up place anyway...
As a top minister said to Churchill..." by the year 2000 do you think women will rule the world." Churchill replied "yes my man, indeed they still will
Regards,
George
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God Bless,
Lew
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