Here’s the portrait Billy Sullivan did of her in 2002
and, according to her web site, she wrote a opera (it opened in 2004 in New York) called Hell and is working on a novel called The Inferno about the hell of being a female poet.
I'm sorry, did you say "the hell of being a female poet"? What on earth would that be? Do you mean the hell of being a professional victim? Because being any kind of a poet isn't really what most people would call "hell". She writes stuff down and publishes it, or not. How is that worse than the "hell" of being a female novelist, or female bus driver for that matter?
Does she simply mean that it doesn't pay very well? It's never paid very well to write poetry. Why should it? Wallace Stevens worked for a living too, but you didn't hear him whine about it.
Yeah, that would be a bit of an overstatement. I published a chapbook of a chapter of that novel a few years ago. You can order it through angrdogpress.com if you're interested.
I have heard her read from the novel, and it is really more about the hell of being a young, alone woman struggling to survive in New York city in the seventies.
It is about personal demons, you blockheads. don't you have them?
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November 10, 2006 10:06 AM
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I'm sorry, did you say "the hell of being a female poet"? What on earth would that be? Do you mean the hell of being a professional victim? Because being any kind of a poet isn't really what most people would call "hell". She writes stuff down and publishes it, or not. How is that worse than the "hell" of being a female novelist, or female bus driver for that matter?
Does she simply mean that it doesn't pay very well? It's never paid very well to write poetry. Why should it? Wallace Stevens worked for a living too, but you didn't hear him whine about it.
Yeah, that would be a bit of an overstatement. I published a chapbook of a chapter of that novel a few years ago. You can order it through angrdogpress.com if you're interested.
I have heard her read from the novel, and it is really more about the hell of being a young, alone woman struggling to survive in New York city in the seventies.
It is about personal demons, you blockheads. don't you have them?
Fair enough.
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