tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396907022029426196.post1097166611897871783..comments2024-01-26T10:34:00.497-05:00Comments on My 3,000 Loving Arms: *Next* by James Hynes; he's a wonderful writer but I'm waiting for his nextSarah Saraihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17780959351098643176noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396907022029426196.post-27354673269251519912010-06-05T14:28:36.012-04:002010-06-05T14:28:36.012-04:00Thanks, withersr . I was nervous about posting t...Thanks, withersr . I was nervous about posting this. About admitting ("admitting") in public I was offended, as if I could be reduced (by Hynes or similar) to being an angry woman, when in fact I am an angry human being, defending 52 or so percent of the global population from being reducted to ass, breast, muscle, meat. I very much appreciate your support.Sarah Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17780959351098643176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396907022029426196.post-30468500077088950622010-06-05T12:54:32.651-04:002010-06-05T12:54:32.651-04:00Thank you for your thoughts, Sarah. I remember try...Thank you for your thoughts, Sarah. I remember trying to get into a poetry-reading practice with a lover and kept finding that so many poems I liked were by men writing images of how they saw women. I still like them, but it seemed like overkill. Then there are the epics. And Brecht, Beckett.Robert Withershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05037217829595020646noreply@blogger.com