May 18, 2008

Women Don't Write Manifestos

History will testify: we were never good communists.
Let's not be comrades. I'm not your leader.
Just give me a fair price for my wares.
And one day, when the wind blows the other way,
you can commandeer my children,
all nine of them, if you must.

I have few fresh theories to purport,
avant-garde advice.
I won't insist one colour
is more beautiful than another.

What do I care?
I must live off-colour.
I must live.

—Priscila Uppal
from Ontological Necessities (Exile Editions, 2006)

Posted by dwaber at May 18, 2008 03:02 PM