Jarrah Hodge

Eulogy for the Green-Skinned Space Babe

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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain,

And with some sweet oblivious antidote

Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff

Which weighs upon the heart?

– Shakespeare (1606), Marta (2268)

We still don’t know exactly why they sent Marta to the asylum. Continue reading “Jarrah Hodge”

Liza Mohr

“If the right to speak, if having credibility, if being heard is a kind of wealth, that wealth is now being redistributed. There has long been an elite with audibility and credibility, an underclass of the voiceless. As the wealth is redistributed, the stunned incomprehension of the elites erupts over and over again, a fury and disbelief that this woman or child dared to speak up, that people deigned to believe her, that her voice counts for something, that her truth may end a powerful man’s reign. These voices, heard, upend power relations.”

– Rebecca Solnit, The Mother of All Questions

I said something.  It took over twenty years. Continue reading “Liza Mohr”

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