Elizabeth Kate Switaj

The site of Elizabeth Kate Switaj, poet, writer, and photographer.

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The following poem is Elizabeth Kate Switaj’s response to Peter Stothard regarding the token presence of women in literature, read more at her site.

 Not our kind my dear.

 "when polished nails touch Ulysses
Marion Bloom appears on the cover
corseted and heaving
                                   over the leather's top

between that and her windblown hair,
No it's not literary No it's not No important enough

 for these pages, my dear

                            be certain to scrape
off all that cherry bomb red
before your fingers hit the keys

if you want your book to be
important enough for us Yes
a quarter are written by the fair sex Yes

                     twenty-five percent is fair

as long as you continue to taste
salt in the wind in your heroine's hair

when our taste is for coffee grounds & tea leaves
the rest is fetish, is popular, is waste

wipe that lipstick off your face
what do you mean that's just your smile?
I know what shallow tastes like "

This is a short-web grab link, but regular readers will know Elizabeth’s
poem addressed to Peter Stothard of the Times Literary Supplement entitled,
Not our kind my dear.

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