IN 1975 CAROLEE SCHNEEMANN performed “Interior Scroll”: she entered a performance space, undressed, climbed on top of a table to read her book Cézanne: She Was a Great Painter, and after a number of gestures pulled a small paper scroll from her vagina to read aloud.
“I didn’t want to pull a scroll out of my vagina and read it in public,” said Schneemann. “But the culture’s terror of my making overt what it wished to suppress fueled the image; it was essential to demonstrate this lived action about ‘vulvic space’ against the abstraction of the female body and its loss of meaning.”
We are inspired by Schneemann’s performance in this politically charged moment. What is the role of the writer/artist, and how do we speak to what is happening now? How do we use our spheres of influence to enact transformation? How do we slow down what feels like the inevitable, so that we have time to not just make reactionary work, but also proactive work that imprints and roots us in strength for the long haul?
We lean on community, joining conversations around the dinner table, over Facebook, in the writings of others. We get excited about work that gets naked and pushes back at the edges/borders/boxes forced upon women of color.
This month, check out how writers, scholars and artists reveal, reread, re-envision difficult women, bad (ass) women, nasty women y malcriadas. Unscroll the new essay by Adriana Ramírez, and poems by Michelle Valladares, Khadijah Queen, and Karen An-hwei Lee. Heal with “Remedios” by Vanita Reddy, Gabrielle Civil, and Lucia Hierro; a novel excerpt by Champa Bilkawesh; and a book review by Sue Rainsfield. Plus interviews with Mary Gaitskill and Maria Helena Viramontes. If you would like to further support Aster(ix), we encourage you to subscribe to the journal!
With love,
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