My days of purple passion regrettably are over— all those desktop gropings and rollings in the clover. His need to perform publicly an act that should have been romantically private? I was reluctant to back then. But now that passion seems to be on permanent vacation. We old gals get excitement by our over-lunch relation of bygone tales of passion, in fact it is a blast trading juicy tidbits as we share a light repast. It seems that we get pleasure in sharing just a few public recitations of what we were loath to do.
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“Girls” Night Out
Mary Tyler Moore, Working Girl and I Love Lucy— film nights with the ladies are usually juicy. Although we’re staying in, all that’s tucked in must be outed. All those mumbled gripes now brought to light and shouted. Pulling out the bobby pins to let the chignons flow. Kicking off the heels to wiggle arch and toe. Slipping off the panty hose, loosening top buttons. Gorging on potato chips and dip like teenage gluttons. Drinking margaritas, martinis and mojitos. Pepperidge Farm and popcorn, ice cream and Doritos. When old dames get together, pull out all the stops. Banish all the dust cloths. Lock up all the mops. Rip up all the lists and turn them to confetti. Break out the lasagne. Break out the spaghetti. Fill the crystal bowls with M&Ms and truffles. Ban antimacassars, doilies, tucks and ruffles. Bring out your old 8-tracks and your 45’s. Forget that you are mothers, grandmothers and wives. Better shake your booties while they still can shake. Better come alive while still able to wake. Time enough for normalcy when you’re ninety-six. When you’re only seventy, you’ve still got some kicks. Leave your spouses home staring at their football games— vicariously living while you’re out being dames. It’s your secret life, for no one needs to know everything you do and everywhere you go. Let the whole world think you’re in there playing bridge while you are jitterbugging and emptying out the fridge. It’s more fun when it’s secret, so promise not to tell when old girls get together and raise a little Hell!!!!
It has been pointed out to me that although I mentioned this anthology when I had work accepted by the editors, Charles Fishman and Smita Sahay, that I haven’t posted anything about it since it has been published.
Below is a link to an article about it from “The Hindu,” an English-language Indian daily newspaper. Headquartered at Chennai, It is the second most circulated English-language newspaper in India, with average qualifying sales of 1.45 million copies as of Jan−Jun 2016. A friend sent me this link to The Hindu article, pointing out that the review mentions my poem, “Zauditu,” which appears in the anthology.
You can see the Goodreads page about it HERE, which contains some reader reviews and links to online booksellers.
Message from Judy: The quotation below in italics is copied from a message published on Facebook on July 7, 2015 by Charles Fishman. I am very pleased to say that my long narrative poem “Zauditu” will be included in the anthology “Veils, Halos and Shackles” that he mentions.
It’s been 31 months since Jyoti Singh Pandey was gang-raped on a private bus in Munirka, South Delhi. It was Jyoti’s rape & subsequent death from her injuries that moved Smita Sahay & me to set out on our mission: to collect & edit poems for a landmark anthology about the oppression of women & the essential need that women have for safety & empowerment. It’s been a long journey, & I’m so happy to report that *VEILS, HALOS, AND SHACKLES: International Poetry on the Oppression and Empowerment of Women* will be released by Kasva Press (Israel) in late April/early May 2016. I will be in Israel at that time to witness this milestone & to begin a reading tour in the Holy Land. In the meantime, I will help organize launch readings in the United States & some of the two dozen other countries where our contributors live. Smita will focus on scheduling launch readings in India.
This article by Sam Rappaz explains the incident and the overall state of women’s rights in India more fully. Please read it to acquaint yourself more fully with the horrendous act that led to Smita and Charles decision to assemble this women’s anthology: