Lletra de dona és un espai de publicació i difusió de ressenyes d'obres escrites per dones, dins els àmbits tant de la creació literària (narrativa, teatre, poesia, assaig, autobiografia) com de la teoria crítica.
Like Wendy in Peter Pan, people find new walls springing up (...): every encounter (…) erects new closets whose fraught and characteristic laws of optics and physics exact from at least gay people new surveys, new calculations, new draughts and requisitions of secrecy or disclosure (p. 10).
“We should not, we must not, blame those who have been silenced or are compliant with their own oppression for not being brave enough. But nor should we end up in a place where talking about the sex and gender of authors is deemed irrelevant”
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résiste, camarade
compagne de combat
la montagne nous attend
et avec tous « les insurgés »
tous les innocents
et tous ceux qui veulent
relever l’affront
ne pleure pas camarade
femme
oublie ta douleur
ta résistance
est celle
d’une palestinienne
qui lutte pour Jérusalem (53)
Though I started at dawn, by mid-morning the heat was rising and I was only halfway up. I was hot, tired, and felt thoroughly sorry for myself. Why should I go through all this trouble, I thought, when plenty of people don't go on pilgrimages at all? I sat down and felt so frustrated I actually started to cry. Just then a woman, who looked about thirty or so, came down from the upper shrine. "I'm going up seven times today", she said to the people on the path. "This is my third time; shouldn't have any trouble with the last four. Probably be down the mountain by two o'clock". . . . How I wished I could be a woman like her!