Reviews for Italian feminist thought

The average rating for Italian feminist thought based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2015-06-02 00:00:00 Deborah Duphily Refreshing spearmint gums up the words. Instand permkit combs through the wreckage. Bigger better spermkit grins down family of four. Scratch and sniff your lucky number. You may already be a wiener. - pg. 30 S*PeRM**K*T is a challenging indictment of consumer culture and conformity, written, in contrast to these themes, in a style that asserts the poet's individuality. Even as she is describing the spiritual vacuum that is the aisles of a supermarket, she appears to incorporate herself, details of her writing process (where she writes "lines" read not lines in a supermarket but lines of a poem)... Lines assemble gutter and margin. Outside and in, they straghten a place. Organize a stand. Shelve space. Square footage. Align your list or listlessness. Pushing oddly evening aisle catches the tail of an eye. Displays the cherished share. Individually wrapped singles, frozen divorced compartments, six-pack widows express themselves while women wait in family ways, all bulging baskets, squirming young. More on line incited the eyes. Bold names label familiar type faces. Her hand scanning throwaway lines. - pg. 1 In countless way, Mullen confronts us with the blandness of consumer culture... Pyramids are eroding monuments. Embalmed soup stock the recyclable soul adrift in its newspaper of double coupons. Seconds decline in descent from number one, top of the heap. So this is generic life, feeding from a dented cant. Devoid of coloured labels, the discounted irregulars. - pg. 3 with the redundancy of consumer culture... .Just add water. That homespun incantation activates potent powders, alchemical concentrates, jars and boxes of abracadabra. Bottled water works trickling down a rainy day watering can reconstitute the shrinking dollar. A greenback garnered from a tree. At two bucks, one tender legal portrait of Saint No-Nicks stands in for clean-shaven, defunct cherry chopper. Check out this week's seasonal electric reindeer luz de vela Virgin Mary mark downs. Choose from ten brands clearly miracle H-2-O. Pure genius in a bottle. Not municipal precipitate you pay to tap, bu dear rain fresh capped at spring. Cleaner than North Pole snow, or Commander in Chief's hard-boiled white collars. Purer than pale saint's flow of holy bread of drops distilled from sterile virgin tears. - pg. 4 with the ugly realities of consumer culture... Kills bugs dead. Redundancy is syntactical overkill. A pinprick of peace at the end of the tunnel of a nightmare night in a roach motel. Their noise infects the dream. In black kitchens they foul the food, walk on our bodies as we sleep over oceans of pirate flags. Skull and crossbones, they crunch like candy. When we die they will eat us, unless we kill them first. Invest in better mousetraps. Take no prisoners on board ship, to rock the boat, to violate our beds with pestilence. We dream the dream of extirpation. Wipe out a species, with God on our side. Annihilate the insects. Sterilize the filthy vermin. - pg. 10

Review # 2 was written on 2010-10-30 00:00:00 Randall Carter I *love* this book. I lend it out often. Its dimensions are pleasing, and I think it's a good book for people who don't usually read poetry.