before feminism was, Paglia was!

My advice to the reader approaching a poem is to make the mind still and blank. Let the poem speak. This charged quiet mimics the blank space ringing the printed poem, the nothing out of which something takes shape.

Pregnancy demonstrates the deterministic character of woman's sexuality.

In sex, man is driven into the very abyss which he flees. He makes a voyage to non-being and back.

Male conspiracy cannot explain all female failures. I am convinced that, even without restrictions, there still would have been no female Pascal, Milton, or Kant. Genius is not checked by social obstacles: it will overcome.

Nature, I have constantly argued in my work, is the real superpower of this godless universe. It is the ultimate disposer of human fate, randomly recarving geography over 10,000-year epochs.

Nothing is more hackneyed than the liberal dogma that shock value confers automatic importance on an artwork.