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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Can’t tell if we are moving through the sky or the sea


Now the clouds are like bread dough,
the clouds are pulled cotton balls. The clouds are like sleep.
Woke up today and took the desert for ocean,
surprised myself, feeling lucky
like I’m the first person to make this mistake.
There’s no way I’m the first person to make any mistake.
But they all feel so personal.

Monday, September 14, 2015

The front-line troops of so few illusions


Welfare is a woman
a black woman a poor woman a fat woman a middle-aged woman
you count you don’t count
millions like me.
some, really poor, don’t know

the majority are white.

we expect to work, all our lives, for nothing.
You may have to agree to get your tubes tied
Governor [Ronald] Reagan calling
"lazy parasites," "pigs at the trough,"

Because she knows there's some place lower she could be.

if she tries to go it alone without a man.
ladies stay on their feet or on their knees all their lives
the front-line troops of
so few illusions




This is an erasure poem that uses Johnnie Tillmon’s article “Welfare is a Women’s Issue” originally published in Ms. Magazine in 1972. What follows is the original article in which the erasures are struck through.

Welfare is a Women's Issue (1972)
by Johnnie Tillmon
I'm a woman. I'm a black woman. I'm a poor woman. I'm a fat woman. I'm a middle-aged woman. And I'm on welfare.
In this country, if you're any one of those things you count less as a human being. If you're all those things, you don't count at all. Except as a statistic.
I am 45 years old. I have raised six children. There are millions of statistics like me. Some on welfare. Some not. And some, really poor, who don't even know they're entitled to welfare. Not all of them are black. Not at all. In fact, the majority-about two-thirds-of all the poor families in the country are white.
Welfare's like a traffic accident. It can happen to anybody, but especially it happens to women.
And that's why welfare is a women's issue. For a lot of middle-class women in this country, Women's Liberation is a matter of concern. For women on welfare it's a matter of survival.
Survival. That's why we had to go on welfare. And that's why we can't get off welfare now. Not us women. Not until we do something about liberating poor women in this country.
Because up until now we've been raised to expect to work, all our lives, for nothing. Because we are the worst educated, the least-skilled, and the lowest-paid people there are. Because we have to be almost totally responsible for our children. Because we are regarded by everybody as dependents. That's why we are on welfare. And that's why we stay on it.
Welfare is the most prejudiced institution in this country, even more than marriage, which it tries to imitate. Let me explain that a little.
Ninety-nine percent of welfare families are headed by women. There is no man around. In half the states there can't be men around because A.F.D.C. (Aid to Families With Dependent Children) says if there is an "able-bodied" man around, then you can't be on welfare. If the kids are going to eat, and the man can't get a job, then he's got to go.
Welfare is like a super-sexist marriage. You trade in a man for the man. But you can't divorce him if he treats you bad. He can divorce you, of course, cut you off anytime he wants. But in that case, he keeps the kids, not you. The man runs everything. In ordinary marriage, sex is supposed to be for your husband. On A.F.D.C., you're not supposed to have any sex at all. You give up control of your own body. It's a condition of aid. You may even have to agree to get your tubes tied so you can never have more children just to avoid being cut off welfare.
The man, the welfare system, controls your money. He tells you what to buy, what not to buy, where to buy it, and how much things cost. If things-rent, for instance-really cost more than he says they do, it's just too bad for you. He's always right.
That's why Governor [Ronald] Reagan can get away with slandering welfare recipients, calling them "lazy parasites," "pigs at the trough," and such. We've been trained to believe that the only reason people are on welfare is because there's something wrong with their character. If people have "motivation," if people only want to work, they can, and they will be able to support themselves and their kids in decency.
The truth is a job doesn't necessarily mean an adequate income. There are some ten million jobs that now pay less than the minimum wage, and if you're a woman, you've got the best chance of getting one. Why would a 45-year-old woman work all day in a laundry ironing shirts at 90-some cents an hour? Because she knows there's some place lower she could be. She could be on welfare. Society needs women on welfare as "examples" to let every woman, factory workers and housewife workers alike, know what will happen if she lets up, if she's laid off, if she tries to go it alone without a man. So these ladies stay on their feet or on their knees all their lives instead of asking why they're only getting 90-some cents an hour, instead of daring to fight and complain.
Maybe we poor welfare women will really liberate women in this country. We've already started on our own welfare plan. Along with other welfare recipients, we have organized so we can have some voice. Our group is called the National Welfare Rights Organization (N.W.R.O.). We put together our own welfare plan, called Guaranteed Adequate Income (G.A.I.), which would eliminate sexism from welfare. There would be no "categories"-men, women, children, single, married, kids, no kids-just poor people who need aid. You'd get paid according to need and family size only and that would be upped as the cost of living goes up.
As far as I'm concerned, the ladies of N.W.R.O. are the front-line troops of women's freedom. Both because we have so few illusions and because our issues are so important to all women-the right to a living wage for women's work, the right to life itself.



Thursday, September 10, 2015

An assortment of small resistances

Chia Pets occupy my mental spaces
where brilliant ideas are supposed to grow

I have Chia Pet cats instead,
giving me toxoplasmosis. I pet my bad ideas,

I have a whole library of them.
If only I had the time

to get them in alphabetical order.
An assortment of small resistances

unwieldy wildflowers in the wind
and colors that I can read like Little Women.

Oh Fruitlands, let me move in, all that commune needed
was a good cook and maybe some chia seeds.

God give us a pill, to get inside the collective head
and get rid of all the cats.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Someone is practicing New Order’s “Bizarre Love Triangle” on the piano while I read Emerson and think of Mark Samco


I am constrained
from some alien energy the visions come.

The immensely sundered stars
the flowing robe in which she is clothed.

The thin rinds of the visible and finite
a royal road to particular knowledges and powers.

In youth we are mad for persons.
Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray
and the man becomes suddenly virtuous.

We are wiser than we know.
I’m waiting for that final moment

A certain tendency to insanity
You say the words that I can't say

In the flowing of love,
which of us has been just to himself,

your genius will speak from you, and mine from me.
The tone of seeking is one, and the tone of having is another.

I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should

because the heart in thee is the heart of all
when I burn with pure love

the world is the perennial miracle which the soul worketh
and so hath already the whole future in the bottom of the heart.






This is an erasure poem, mingling lines from New Order’s “Bizarre Love Triangle” ( in italics) and Emerson's essay The Over-Soul