In The Synagogue Of My Heart... I

Woman Must Write Her Self: Must Write About Women And Bring Women To Writing, From Which They Have Been Driven Away As Violently As From Their Bodies - For The Same Reasons, By The Same Law, With The Same Fatal Goal. Woman Must Put Herself Into The Text - As Into The World And Into History - By Her Own Movement.

In The Synagogue Of My Heart... I Myself Jail And The Jailed, I Go Wounded, Bite-marked

We Must Kill The False Woman Who Is Preventing The Live One From Breathing.

Women Must Write Through Their Bodies, They Must Invent The Impregnable Language That Will Wreck Partitions, Classes, And Rhetorics, Regulations And Codes, They Must Submerge, Cut Through, Get Beyond The Ultimate Reverse-discourse, Including The One That Laughs At The Very Idea Of Pronouncing The Word "silence"...in One Another We Will Never Be Lacking.

She Alone Dares And Wishes To Know From Within, Where She, The Outcast, Has Never Ceased To Hear The Resonance Of Fore Language. She Lets The Other Language Speak - The Language Of 1,000 Tongues Which Knows Neither Enclosure Nor Death. To Life She Refuses Nothing. Her Language Does Not Contain, It Carries; It Does Not Hold Back; It Makes Possible.