It’s comforting to find that it isn’t just me, pocket-rage is something women everywhere are feeling. How the Fvc% did we get here? Where did this tight-jeaned and pocketless idea come from? This Podcast (Articles of Interest), featured on 99% Invisible, digs deep into the history of pockets and gives us the skinny on who’s worn the pockets in society and why. If you have any interest in the history of gender coding in clothing, the sociology of garb, or the anthropology of fashion, definitely check out Articles of Interest.
…so now we love in silence, and we pretend that there ain't a body buried between us. mónica teresa ortiz
In her book, autobiography of a semiromantic anarchist,mónica teresa ortiz digs up bones of ancestors and of Queerness and exposes these bare remains both past and present.
I can relate to the anxious feeling of fear ortiz mentioned (visiting home near the cemetery), and the feeling that death isn't just something for the end, but something lived with every day, where unmarked graves of violence, trauma, and Otherness litter the sidewalks. The act of writing their epitaphs together, of marking their headstones, gives us all rest from the tiresome daily grind these deaths burden us with. I am grateful to ortiz—for tending the garden of unmarked graves. She has inspired me to do the same.
Poet, Allison Cobb, on stage at Malvern Books, March 2019 in Austin Texas.
Entropy and necrosis need a little forgiveness now and again, and it's almost funny how much we have to forgive, really. In After We All Died, Allison Cobb walks us through the somatic landscapes of death, touching each organ and sinew with forgiveness.