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is a transliteration of the Greek word, εγερσις, which has the meaning of being roused to life. Thus, it is my hope that what you find on this blog will empower, arouse, stimulate, excite, and animate your life--your soul, your spirit--the wholeness of who you are.


Showing posts with label Altered Book For Strong Women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Altered Book For Strong Women. Show all posts

Monday, December 6, 2010

Strong Water Sixth Stanza




What comforts her is others loving
her equally for the strength and for the weakness
from which it issues, lightning from a cloud.
Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse.
Only water of connection remains,
flowing through us. Strong is what we make
each other. Until we are all strong together,
a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid.

This is my page spread reflection on the sixth stanza of Marge Piercy's poem, For Strong Women.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Strong Wind Fifth Stanza


A strong woman is a woman who craves love
like oxygen or she turns blue choking.
A strong woman is a woman who loves
strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly
terrifed and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong
in words, in action, in connection, in feeling;
she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf
suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she
enacts it as the wind fills a sail.

This is my page spread reflection on the fifth stanza of Marge Piercy's poem, For Strong Women.
 
 

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Scars Fourth Stanza


A strong woman is a woman bleeding
inside. A strong woman is a woman making
herself strong every morning while her teeth
loosen and her back throbs. Every baby,
a tooth, midwives used to say, and now
every battle a scar. A strong woman
is a mass of scar tissue that aches
when it rains and wounds that bleed
when you bump them and memories that get up
in the night and pace in boots to and fro.

This is my page spread reflection on the fourth stanza of Marge Piercy's poem, For Strong Women. 

Friday, October 15, 2010

Determined Stanza Three




A strong woman is a woman determined
to do something others are determined
not be done. She is pushing up on the bottom
of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise
a manhole cover with her head, she is trying
to butt her way through a steel wall.
Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole
to be made say, hurry, you’re so strong.

This is my page spread reflection on the third stanza of Marge Piercy's poem, For Strong Women.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Death Second Stanza


A strong woman is a woman in whose head
a voice is repeating, I told you so,
ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch,
ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back,
why aren’t you feminine, why aren’t
you soft, why aren’t you quiet, why
aren’t you dead?

This is my page spread reflection on the second stanza of Marge Piercy's poem, For Strong Women. 

Monday, September 27, 2010

Straining with Tears First Stanza



A strong woman is a woman who is straining.
A strong woman is a woman standing
on tiptoe and lifting a barbell
while trying to sing Boris Godunov.
A strong woman is a woman at work
cleaning out the cesspool of the ages,
and while she shovels, she talks about
how she doesn’t mind crying, it opens
the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up
develops the stomach muscles, and
she goes on shoveling with tears
in her nose.


This is the page spread that I did as my reflection on the first stanza of the poem For Strong Women by Marge Piercy.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

For Strong Women



This altered book represents my reflection on the poem, For Strong Women by Marge Piercy. Each page spread is a contemplative art reflection on one stanza of the poem. Here you see the cover and the inside of the cover.

I created the cover with a strap that fastens so that the book would be completely closed. This felt right because the interior of the book felt personal and vulnerable. 

I will post each spread with its proper stanza and in the order of the poem. I hope you enjoy the poem and my artistic reflection of each of the stanzas.


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