Shall I sample the ears of the Easter bunny first, or nibble at his legs?
Bite by bite, I will eat the body of the patriarchy,
absorb it, obliterate it, reclaim my destiny.
He won’t even squeal as I devour him,
and his violence, obscured by a smirking cuddly facade,
shall be ended.
The Lindt rabbit my husband gives me
has but a brief life and its sweetness nourishes my revolt.
Here’s another in the Unoriginal Patriarchy series, which commenced with Sol Invictus.
Take It To The Max
thorned on cross
cock no more crows
yet salutes her
while lambs vie,
coquetting with lions
on foreign barricades
medusa snakes writhe
in mother’s grimace.
kill it, kill her now
kill them too –
kill them all,
this whiteness, this whiteness
Jinjirrie, January 2016.
‘The first act of violence that patriarchy demands of males is not violence toward women. Instead patriarchy demands of all males that they engage in acts of psychic self-mutilation, that they kill off the emotional parts of themselves. If an individual is not successful in emotionally crippling himself, he can count on patriarchal men to enact rituals of power that will assault his self-esteem.’
– bell hooks, “The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love”, 2004
at midsummer feast
he measures her bones
the incline of her neck
grey eyes like his own
and she in communion
surrenders her grip
he captures the pearls
that tumble and slip
he holds them fast
dons robe and talisman
nascent jewels past
at village harvest
her mother had worn
with oracle sisters
to bless the bright corn
Juno to Jezebel
Astarte to tart
the land torn apart
his words command
over silver water
his sun, his moon
his property, his daughter.
Sylvia Posadas, June 2015
Gawdess save us from elitist wankers,
corporate executives and merchant bankers
boasting swimming pools and private schools,
swanking white saviours, all the right neighbours,
property profiteering, negative gearing,
life’s a long beach posing with boat and 4WD
for collaborators whose feminism screams
upward mobility in the patriarchal tree,
if you’re rich and white, the Grabbits don’t bite
no worries about wealth inequality,
in this lucky country of opportunity
they’ll spy on them but never on me,
pass the glass, celebrate the short history
of the brave settler women of Society.
All Feminists Are Created Equal, But Some Are More Equal Than Others
A History of International Women’s Day
International Women’s Day has a revolutionary history
“The idea that working class women have more in common with their boss because she is woman than with working class men is criminal and absurd. Gina Rinehart’s call today for a big dose of Thatcherism in Australia highlights that the essential contradiction in society today is not gender but class. Gender itself is a class construct.
The bourgeoisie and those women who have positions of power in bourgeois society celebrate the day precisely to paper over the class differences and to give the impression that becoming a boss is what liberation is about.”
parasites feast on underbelly
of fevered daily news cycle
self-dissections in smelly
articles whiny and spiteful
try hard toffs from dullard spires
slink to fourth and fifth estates
scribbling vanity in slimy mire
farming twitter with their mates
waspish handmaids of plutolatry
shrouded by capitalist carapace
bear bitter fruit from tortured tree
white stockings hold the winning ace
paratexting regurgitated paratext
pile-on, pile-on, bullies, who’s next
Jinjirrie, May 2013