March Madness
Virgina Woolf killed herself on March 18th.
I wonder how her work would be accepted
if she hadn't killed herself?
Hadn't had a published affair with Ms. Sackville.
Hadn't married Leonard and started publishing Elliot.
Simone DeBeavoir taken seriously via
her long time lover Jean-Paul Sartre . . .
Sylvia Plath: relationship to Ted & suicide.
I can't help but to see a pattern. A disturbing pattern
concerned with the valorization of literature.
posted by SquirrleyMojo @ 9:06 AM
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Julius Caesar died on March 15th and St. Patrick's day is the 17th; meaningless sequence, you think? You're right.
Scarcity seems always to increase value, and death is scarcity fully realized.
I almost thought you were gonna go the feminist route and lament over the fact that these women became connected to men before they were appreciated.
Another tone issue here! Oh my! The sequence thing isn't meant in any way to mock your sequence at all; I was trying to draw up some sort of funny historical conspiracy directed by evil bombastic masons. I think I my attempted levity failed.
No tone issue at all: levity, a sucess.
Don't get me started on Sylvia. Yeesh.
I assume value is to be found by some when it comes in nice, safe packages – even if it does fall comfortably in the lap of the stereotypical woman – insane and validated by sexuality.
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