Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via thisisendless)
I’m just frozen. Absences of women in history don’t “just happen,” they are made.
Relevant: “Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…” - Sylvia Plath
Even more relevant: the fact that Alene Lee was never able to get her (amazing) autobiographical works published because her experiences as a black and Cherokee woman were not considered marketable. And yet motherfucking Kerouac whipped out The Subterraneans in three days and had an instant bestseller, basing his one-dimensional fetishized love interest on Alene without her consent.
Meanwhile, Alene still isn’t included in most books on the Beats — even those that focus on women.