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LITERARY LESBIANS  // Browsing posts in LITERARY LESBIANS

27 May Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | 2 comments

Gertrude is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose

Gertrude is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose

Which, of course, includes thorns.  But what good icon doesn’t have thorns? The exhibition at San Francisco’s Contemporary Jewish Museum “Seeing Gertrude Stein: Five Stories” is a stunning evocation of the lesbian writer, art collector (a companion exhibition of her family’s collection is at SFMOMA), and cultural visionary. She’s one of the first literary lesbians […]

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12 May Posted by in Rachel Wahba | 14 comments

Random Thoughts on Language

Random Thoughts on Language

At dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant, Daniel from Iran, a scholar of Jewish history and I, talk about words—words that are being used in “new” ways that irritate and annoy us. It is uncool to admit sheer unmitigated difficulty. What used to be difficult is now “challenging”. We define our emotional life as if […]

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07 May Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | 2 comments

Picture This!

Picture This!

Last week the news of the death of Osama Bin Laden at the hands of Navy Seals rocked US citizens and most of the world. I’m not one for cheering at the death of anyone, even a sexist, despotic killer. I think celebrating any death diminishes life in general. But that’s just me. For years […]

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25 Apr Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | 2 comments

The Best Looking Woman

The Best Looking Woman

I’m thinking about good looks.  I mean what is good looking? What looks good to whom?  How do we know when we look good?  Who do we look good to? Maybe this is on my mind because Elizabeth Taylor died and she was considered one of the best looking women in movies.  Even I thought […]

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13 Apr Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | 1 comment

Harlem Vibrates with Possibility

Harlem Vibrates with Possibility

“I used to live in the world, then we moved to Harlem.”  So goes the opening lines of one of the poems in Ntozake Shange’s groundbreaking choreopoem, “For Colored Girls Who Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf.”  I saw that theatre piece more than anything else before or since.  It signaled the possibility that […]

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06 Apr Posted by in Rachel Wahba | 7 comments

Hitler Built Good Roads

Hitler Built Good Roads

Mother Joan of Arc with her big brown eyes looked at me with great compassion one afternoon as she guided me to the almost life size Jesus hanging on the cross. Pointing to the scroll above his crown of thorns, “Look” she said, “see, it says ‘King of the Jews’, He was a Jew. Like […]

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01 Apr Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | 1 comment

Acting is Happy Agony

Acting is Happy Agony

Agony seemed to have been one of Jean-Paul Sartre’s personal specialties but he may have been on target about acting.  The New Conservatory Theatre is doing the final casting for my play, “Waiting for Giovanni,” which explores a moment of indecision in the life of queer writer/activist James Baldwin and I’ve had the privilege of […]

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18 Mar Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | Comments Off on Boston Bound

Boston Bound

Boston Bound

I visited Boston this weekend to see some old friends.  There was a brief moment when I hoped for snow, just for old times sake, but realized I really needed to be back at work on Monday and even if we got snowed in the past was totally gone. We drove though my old neighborhood, […]

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05 Mar Posted by in Jewelle Gomez | 2 comments

Every Cookie Has a Mission…

Every Cookie Has a Mission…

So say the Girl Scouts.  (Full disclosure: I was not a Girl Scout; I was a Camp Fire Girl.) They didn’t have Girl Scout troops in my economically forgotten neighborhood in Boston in the 1950s so the GS phenomenon was only familiar to me through television.  So I liked the jaunty neck kerchiefs and khaki […]

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03 Mar Posted by in Rachel Wahba | 14 comments

Granny’s Baghdad

Granny’s Baghdad

It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve heard their stories, my stateless roots need nourishment. My family has been my country, the stories fortify my identity. Today we are in the kitchen, Mom, Granny and me and my notebook. They are my captives as long as they are washing, chopping, cooking, preparing dinner. “So tell […]

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