tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29611020.post115447438105588306..comments2023-11-21T00:26:34.470-08:00Comments on Persephone Speaks: What She Saw Down ThereKore Presshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01814847596470551272noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29611020.post-1155346717093850002006-08-11T18:38:00.001-07:002006-08-11T18:38:00.001-07:00Excellent article, and rather disturbing thoughts ...Excellent article, and rather disturbing thoughts on the whole writing process.<BR/><BR/>I teach undergraduates, often conducting courses on literature and gender. The notion of silencing, of self-censorship, is one that is powerfully present in so much of the discussion of women's texts.<BR/><BR/>I suspect, at the end of it all, Persephone didn't keep it all quiet, really. She just found some sneaky, subversive way to get it said. That's my suspicion.<BR/><BR/>I'm glad to see the start of this blog, and will be stopping by often for updates.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29611020.post-1154984003506195692006-08-07T13:53:00.000-07:002006-08-07T13:53:00.000-07:00Beautiful post Deborah, and a great way to start o...Beautiful post Deborah, and a great way to start of Kore Press's new blog.Simmons B. Buntinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02912485144027132314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29611020.post-1154547503563549152006-08-02T12:38:00.000-07:002006-08-02T12:38:00.000-07:00What, indeed, do we talk about, and what do we kee...What, indeed, do we talk about, and what do we keep secret, at least until those we love can no longer be hurt by our truthtelling?<BR/><BR/>At the Sewanee Writer's Conference last week I did a reading of a story that will cause anxiety to my mother, should the day arrive that she reads it. The irony being that I'm doing all I can to publish a collection of stories that will include that particular piece. So if all goes well, in a wierd sort of way, she will read it.<BR/><BR/>The story contains a grown daughter, and a mother, and a father. The latter character being based almost exactly on my father, who died six years ago. While the two women aren't at all autobiographical, the emotional truths are as real as my own. Never, in the thirty years since the events of my childhood that inspired this story, have my mother and I discussed these truths. We both know the facts, but we don't know the sorrows behind them.<BR/><BR/>By posting this now, by revealing I have published a story (it's in the current issue of The Florida Review) that I've kept secret from my mother, I do take the risk, I suppose, that she'll learn about it. She doesn't believe in the internet, thinks it's all too much trouble, never goes online. But that doesn't mean that word couldn't filter back to her. Perhaps a part of me wants to be outed. I'm with you, Deborah. I don't know how Persephone could have managed the silence. If in fact she actually did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com