Not really. I feel like my work is a record of my experience so for me that is my posterity.
Angry, Purposeful, Compassionate and Articulate.
A need to express my unabating and ever-building feminist despair.
I sometimes journal when my thoughts are too loud in my head and I need to put them somewhere. Often these journal entries turn into monologues or source material for my writing so I feel like publishing them would just be a more literal (and banal) version of what I’m already doing.
Egon Schiele’s self portraits.
I’ve been reading Margaret Atwood since I was 17. Reading her is like coming home. How she has influenced me would be like trying to separate hydrogen out of the air. I mean I know it can be done but it involves a lot of expensive technical equipment.
- 2001 A Space Odyssey (Wanky but true)
- I Love Dick by Chris Kraus (Be fooled by the title at your own peril)
I am reading Her smoke rose up forever by James Tiptree Junior. It’s some amazing old school feminist sci fi short stories. James Tiptree Junior is a male pseudonym because people don’t take women seriously. I’m watching Tina Satter’s The Seagull (Thinking Of You), a live recording of her stage play because it never played in Australia and I really like her work. I would recommend both these things strongly.