Issue 1 Works
From the First-Issue Collective
Toward Socialist Feminism
Tijuana Maid
Women in the Community Mural Movement
Women and Honor: Some Notes on Lying
Adman
Zucchini Poem
The Art of Not Bowing: Writing by Women in Prison
Astrology Hype
Ten Ways of Looking at Prison Lunch
Alone
La Roquette, Women's Prison
Fays, Floozies, and Philosphical Flaws
The Esthetics of Power in Modern Erotic Art
ABCS
Do You Think
the empress anastasia in new york
Dead in Bloody Snow
Notes From the First Year
Feminist Abstract Art--A Poltical Viewpoint
"Female Experience in Art": The Impact of Women's Art in a Work Environment
The Glass Swan: Upward and Downward Mobility in the Art World
Juggling Contradictions: Feminism, the Individual and What's Left
Moratorium: Front Lawn: 1970
Who Are We? What Do We Want? What Do We Do?
On Women's Refusal to Celebrate Male Creativity
What is Left?
Around Coming Around-- a performance
Wages for Housework: The Strategy for Women's Liberation
Still Ain't Satisfied
Ten Ways of Looking at Prison Lunch
Gloria Jensen
(With apologies to Wallace Stevens)
1. With both hands over your eyes, releasing
one hand slowly to peep.
2. Through the eyes of a friend you have by
the hand—who reads braille.
3. In the bing [solitary] where you can refuse
to have the thing brought in at all and just lie
there and sleep.
4. From across the steam line, where people
marvel at your petite body (if only they knew
it's not by choice you prefer to remain frail and
cautious).
5. From a prison visitor's point of view — when
suddenly, miraculously, all one sees is steak,
greens and potatoes.
6. From your window late at night as you
watch one man run with a rake, followed by
another with a sack, followed by a corrections
officer, followed by a ruckus you've not seen
but heard — then all three returning, dragging
a heavy sack.
7. Witnessing something come ashore in the
bay and thinking: my, but it gave up a great
fight.
8. Wondering why they have signs saying DO
NOT PEE ON THE GRASS. Then seeing the
kitchen girls go out, mow it down and bring it in.
9. Good Friday—when all the world's
generous and the relief truck pulls up to the
kitchen door to drop off loads of potatoes they
couldn't unload anywhere else.
10. Seeing more clearly the lunch of steak,
greens and potatoes—as you attack the steak
first and realize the fight you witnessed (#6) is
not yet over, for the beast is biting you now too.