“Woman is part of the formidable workings that order the course of planets and the sun; she is prey to the cosmic forces that determine the destiny of stars and tides, while men are subjected to their worrisome radiation. But it is especially striking that menstrual blood’s effects are linked to the ideas of cream going sour, mayonnaise that does not take, fermentation, and decomposition; it is also claimed that it is apt to cause fragile objects to break; to spring violin and harp strings; but above all it influences organic substances that are midway between matter and life; this is less because it is blood than because it emanates from genital organs; even without knowing its exact function, people understood it to be linked to the germination of life: ignorant of the existence of the ovary, the ancients saw in menstruation the complement of the sperm. In fact, it is not this blood that makes woman impure, but rather, this blood is a manifestation of her impurity; it appears when the woman can be fertile; when it disappears, she becomes sterile again; it pours forth from this womb where the fetus is made. The horror of feminine fertility that man experiences is expressed through it.” Simone de Beauvoir
mouth
mother
of
times
reviews
when it seems
a fever the
book
of justice
shivers watch
it
can feel when he and in him thumes
a wimp
film and black of silence
eyes stiff
they’re playing
all randomness
the mother of
theorism
the book
dies
at feeling
when
the main struggle to be
true
delivers mother
— that it can feel — unsettles
into another’s film
his or her book any thinker any way
or
at least the way the
end explores supersuicide
to be
grappling
against he against
her stretched luxurious
across the pearl
teeth
