F.      Conijn Library

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F.      Conijn Library is a joint effort to share writings and other references that both yours truly feel closely connected to, one way or the other.

These references furnish the physical and supernatural space. Physical as they are small pieces of the library we share in our home. Supernatural as they communicate with one another in space and time.

This way, F.      Conijn Library is emerging from our small fellowship and the high spirits that stir close to us.


Yours truly,

Elisabeth Rafstedt and

Sophie Rentien Lando

library@fconijn.com

you change a person into a tree
a spider
or a computer — Alice Notley, Certain Magical Acts

would gouge out the eyes of everyone at the mission — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian

imagining a finger that is self sufficient totality — Chus Martínez, The Octupus in Love

reluctant to yield to wooing — Adrienne Rich, Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence

a space-time furnished with female — Milan Women’s Bookstore Collective, Sexual Difference

fine but not windy
warm but not baking
dry but not dusty — Virginia Woolf, Flush

cook flour
or dirt — Alice Notley, Certain Magical Acts

an act of kneading — Gloria Anzaldúa, La Conciencia de la Mestiza

I put here
my lazy girl
this soft cushion — Sappho, Poems

ants maintain colonies of aphids to provide a life-giving substance — Audre Lorde, Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power

like a wig which is a little too small — Jane Bowles, Two Serious Ladies

just past the haberdashery — Phyllis Nagy, Carol

your strength
your strength
your grace — Tamera Mowry-Housley and Adrienne Bailon, Tamera’s Heartfelt Birthday Message to Adrienne

who had come to the world to die
and who had a son but no wife
and who was three but also one
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian

full of fish or not
opaque or transparent — Hélène Cixous, Laugh of the Medusa

all frozen to death the young Lady onely by the light of her Beauty the heat of her Youth and Protection of the Gods remaining alive — Margaret Cavendish, The Description of a New World, Called The Blazing-World

then taking it carefully between our fingers
we would knead it gently back and forth
over and over — Audre Lorde, Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power

the rewards will be great
freeing-up of thinking the exploring of new paths — Adrienne Rich, Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence

a hairy head was pressed — Virginia Woolf, Flush

wearing this tie
stiff as a hatchet — Alice Notley, Certain Magical Acts

alone together in a cushioned and fire-lit cave — Virginia Woolf, Flush

you make your own crust — Viola Davis, Meryl Streep’s Lifetime Achievement Award

men like Foxes onely walking in an upright shape — Margaret Cavendish, The Description of a New World, Called The Blazing-World

ranging from radio
engineering
gardening
home improvements and sailing — Lisa Ben, Vice Versa, America’s Gayest Magazine

on the knees of the gods — Gloria Anzaldúa, La Conciencia de la Mestiza

between her legs sopping wet — Jane Bowles, Two Serious Ladies

fashioned out of flesh
but without life — Jane Bowles, Two Serious Ladies

Cloth of Dreams cheapens other fabrics — Emily Dickinson, Letter to Elizabeth Holland

melting
everyone knows
waiting
so they can drill — Alice Notley, Certain Magical Acts

tiny spasms of revolt burned the sun — Dodie Bellamy, The Feminist Writers’ Guild

dazzling
more than naked underneath the seven veils
of modesty — Hélène Cixous, Laugh of the Medusa

Early Bird
special in our Beds and Bedding Department — Phyllis Nagy, Carol

wandered around in circles
confined to the narrow room in which they’ve been given a deadly brainwashing — Hélène Cixous, Laugh of the Medusa

left on the periphery of the matrix — Adrienne Rich, Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence

wind up overcooking the turkey — Phyllis Nagy, Carol

extraordinary eddies of sound and smell were at once set in circulation — Virginia Woolf, Flush

we are ourselves sea
sand
coral
seaweed
beaches — Hélène Cixous, Laugh of the Medusa

sink and swishing the dirt — Dodie Bellamy, The Feminist Writers’ Guild

where there are flower-beds and asphalt paths
there are men in shiny top-hats — Virginia Woolf, Flush

a tiny
intense pellet of yellow coloring perched like as topaz just inside the clear skin — Audre Lorde, Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power

strikes in the silk mills — Adrienne Rich, Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence

mermaids appearing from the River Niger holding wads of crisp cash — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian

reading is interrupted by a SHARP WAILING — Phyllis Nagy, Carol

we the labyrinths
the ladders — Hélène Cixous, Laugh of the Medusa

skin that can transform into a convincing facsimile of seaweed
or sand
in a flash — Chus Martínez, The Octupus in Love

missing out on wrestling contests — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian

a whole chicken's wing was impaled upon it — Virginia Woolf, Flush

the little danseuse and her awkward mannish new girl cousin — Lisa Ben, Vice Versa, America’s Gayest Magazine

their tails of an indifferent size trailing after them like a Ladie’s Garment — Margaret Cavendish, The Description of a New World, Called The Blazing-World

tied to others by the hands forming a long human column — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian

flashing of strong young limbs — Lisa Ben, Vice Versa, America’s Gayest Magazine

perhaps cranberry in today's parlance — Dodie Bellamy, The Feminist Writers’ Guild