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SE2421 Contemporary Women’s Writing Week 5: 1 November 2011 Dr Becky Munford (munfordr@cardiff.ac.uk) Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (1985) Language, bodies, desire [pic] Word games (1) ‘I didn’t know what it meant, or even what language it was in†¦.Still, it was a message, and it was in writing, forbidden by that very fact, and it hadn’t yet been discovered. Except by me, for whom it was intended.’ (chapter 9, p. 62) (2) ‘So that’s what’s in the forbidden room! Scrabble!...Now it’s forbidden, for us. Now it’s dangerous. Now it’s indecent. Not it’s something he can’t do with his Wife. Now it’s desirable†¦We play two games. Larynx, I spell. Valance. Quince. Zygote. I hold the glossy counters with their smooth†¦show more content†¦I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will. I could use it to run, push buttons, of one sort or another, make things happen. There were limits but my body was nevertheless lithe, single, solid, one with me. Now the flesh arranges itself differently. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rath er than black. Pinpoints of light well, sparkle, burst and shrivel within it, countless as stars. Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. It transits, pauses, continues on an passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time. (chapter 11, pp. 83-84) (8) Write! and your self-seeking text will know itself better than flesh and blood, rising insurrectionary dough kneading itself, with sonorous, perfumed ingredients, a lively combination of flying colors, leaves, and rivers plunging into the sea we feed...Oral drive, anal drive, vocal drive – all theses drives are our strengths, and among them is the gestation drive – just like the desireShow MoreRelatedThe Day My Family And I Moved889 Words   |  4 Pageswere racing through my mind. I could just consider one thing to do. As I was going to say something Eva jumped from her seat into my lap and put her lips on mine. Bang! The door viciously swung open. The other side stood my mum with milk and cookies. ERMM sorry to interrupt my mum said awkwardly with a smirk. She rapidly did a U-turn and gradually shut the door, giving me a quick wink as she did so. I am so sorry whispered Eva awkwardly. Suddenly she ran out of my room in complete and utter humiliationRead MoreChapt er I - Original Writing978 Words   |  4 Pageswith your present, and you can play for a little while. † The box was shaking and noises could be heard from inside the box. â€Å"Jack, please tip the box.† grunted the box â€Å"Why?† asked Jack â€Å"Because I need to get out of here† â€Å"Who are you? â€Å"Ermm... Just please tip the box† â€Å"You sound like daddy.† â€Å"Jack, just call me Todd Now push. the. box.† Jack pushed the box over â€Å"Thanks, we need to get out of here, we need to look for memories and I just so happen to have a bag in the pocket of myRead MoreThe Death Of Black And Purple Rings1820 Words   |  8 Pagessitting on and this seemed to have startled him as he took a step back. He began talking to me: â€Å"I’m sorry to look like this, but I really need your help.† his voice was surprising, a gravel-and-gravy mix of whiskey roughness and educated brogue. â€Å"Ermm I... I’m... I’m so sorry I don’t think I can do much† I stuttered as I struggled to get words out of my mouth. I mentally cursed at myself for being so useless. â€Å"Yes you can, I just need somebody to listen to me, that’s all I ask for. I’m not askingRead MoreEssay about Ipa Analysis5810 Words   |  24 Pagesto tie myself in. umm on the way back I (17) decided to use the exit row so there was a lil bit more room and um I asked the storis â€Å"excuse me (18) storis may I have a belt† and ermm usually they’ll say â€Å" yeah I’ll be right there† and then most of the (19) time they’ll forget so then your embarrassed again ermm and then you have to ask another one (20) â€Å"may I have a belt† and then they’ll say, then to my surprise I was told in the exit row you couldn’t (21) have a belt. So at this point