"we say we are brilliant with light from the stars that began millenia ago and now burn in our minds. we heard of this woman who was out of control, that she was lead by her feelings, that her emotions were violent. and from what is deep and dark within us, we say, tyranny revolts us. yes, we have horns on our heads, and our feet are cloven, and we are covered with fur and with feathers. and how we love this state of affairs. we practice butting with our horns; our feet carry us quickly through the forest. we light torches. we wear flames on our very heads, so that our bodies cast light all around us. be still they say. she continues to roar. let go that which aches within you, that which is stone within you. how she has hidden suffering, how she was proud of her strength, how she would keep going into battle, how she denied sorrow, her body living its secret life, sheltering wounds, sequestering scars, a body of rage, a furnace, an incandescence, the exquisite fire. endlessly perceiving the absence of tenderness, the years within you. her beauty is a lure, her voice is deceit. her mind is a theater of seduction. underneath grace; she is grasping; beneath her singing is a siren. her mouth sucks. she is an infinite ocean, inside her is hell. when she is angry all life stands in terror. she asks for slaughter. her passion is endless, without reason, without boundary, existing only for itself, careless, arrogant; if she were set free all being would be destroyed except her being, which at last her hunger would not spare. it is only her body that knows of these things, moving her, daily, hourly, back and forth, back and forth, before the bars of her cage. -collage of susan griffin quotes, woman and nature: the roaring inside her"
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