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Ain't I A Woman? newspapers, June 1970-July 1971
1971-07-02 "Ain't I a Woman?" Page 2
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AIN'T I A WOMAN? Ain't I A Woman is published every three weeks by the An-gry Independent Amazon Women P.O. Box 1169, Iowa City, Iowa 52240. We are a collective of 10 women functioning as a world wide conspiracy of Radical Lesbians. If your group wants to recieve bundles of AIN'T I A WOMAN?, you can send 15 cents per copy ( minimum bundle: 20 copies) in advance. That man over there say that women need to be helped into carriages and lifeted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages or over puddles or gives me the best place... And ain't I a woman?Look at me. Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted and gathered into barns, and no man could head me... And ain't I a woman? I could work, as much and eat as much as a man when I could get it --- and bear the lash as well... and ain't I a woman? I have borned thirteen children, and seen most of em sold into slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me... And ain't I a woman?" Sojurner Truth: Speech before the Woman's Rights Convention at Akron, Ohio in 1851. IF YOU STARTED WITH US, PLEASE RENEW NOW. $5.00 for the next year. (or what you can) $20.00 for institutional subs ( you can and must) $13.00 for overseas subs ( postal rates did itto us) In our last issue we printed a love poem by Judy Grahn and we meant to attach an explanation for those who have seen the poem. Here's how we printed it: At the place where her breasts come together two thumbs width a channel, I ride my hands to anchor my eyes to angle. At the place where her thighs come together, I said, "You smell like the ocean," and lay down my tongue by the dark tooth edge of sleeping. "Swim," she said. And I did. I did. You see we have never seen it and don't have a copy of any pamphlet it appears in. It was recited to two of us in Bloomington, Indiana as we were travelling back to Iowa City by a woman from Berkeley who knew it by heart. We thought it was so beautiful-- we had never heard a love poem to a woman. I made her say it over and over. Eventual-ly I knew it by heart too and when we got back to Iowa City, I recited it to the sisters. It's been an important part of our cul-ture-- our sisterlove so beautifully ex-pressed. Like so much of our culture, it is passed on and learned by word of mouth; not written, delicate, carefully told. We realized this when we wanted to print it-- we had never seen a copy of it so had to guess transcribing the lines. The photo on p.9 in our last issue should have been credited to COME OUT! announcing a women's national abortion July 16, 17, 18 conference New York City committee for a women's national abortion coalition 37A West 14th Street New York, New York, 10011 212-924 - 0894 Images of Isolation [different hand drawings] page 2 volume 1 number 17 Ain't I
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AIN'T I A WOMAN? Ain't I A Woman is published every three weeks by the An-gry Independent Amazon Women P.O. Box 1169, Iowa City, Iowa 52240. We are a collective of 10 women functioning as a world wide conspiracy of Radical Lesbians. If your group wants to recieve bundles of AIN'T I A WOMAN?, you can send 15 cents per copy ( minimum bundle: 20 copies) in advance. That man over there say that women need to be helped into carriages and lifeted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages or over puddles or gives me the best place... And ain't I a woman?Look at me. Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted and gathered into barns, and no man could head me... And ain't I a woman? I could work, as much and eat as much as a man when I could get it --- and bear the lash as well... and ain't I a woman? I have borned thirteen children, and seen most of em sold into slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me... And ain't I a woman?" Sojurner Truth: Speech before the Woman's Rights Convention at Akron, Ohio in 1851. IF YOU STARTED WITH US, PLEASE RENEW NOW. $5.00 for the next year. (or what you can) $20.00 for institutional subs ( you can and must) $13.00 for overseas subs ( postal rates did itto us) In our last issue we printed a love poem by Judy Grahn and we meant to attach an explanation for those who have seen the poem. Here's how we printed it: At the place where her breasts come together two thumbs width a channel, I ride my hands to anchor my eyes to angle. At the place where her thighs come together, I said, "You smell like the ocean," and lay down my tongue by the dark tooth edge of sleeping. "Swim," she said. And I did. I did. You see we have never seen it and don't have a copy of any pamphlet it appears in. It was recited to two of us in Bloomington, Indiana as we were travelling back to Iowa City by a woman from Berkeley who knew it by heart. We thought it was so beautiful-- we had never heard a love poem to a woman. I made her say it over and over. Eventual-ly I knew it by heart too and when we got back to Iowa City, I recited it to the sisters. It's been an important part of our cul-ture-- our sisterlove so beautifully ex-pressed. Like so much of our culture, it is passed on and learned by word of mouth; not written, delicate, carefully told. We realized this when we wanted to print it-- we had never seen a copy of it so had to guess transcribing the lines. The photo on p.9 in our last issue should have been credited to COME OUT! announcing a women's national abortion July 16, 17, 18 conference New York City committee for a women's national abortion coalition 37A West 14th Street New York, New York, 10011 212-924 - 0894 Images of Isolation [different hand drawings] page 2 volume 1 number 17 Ain't I
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