My Cunt is Mine

You know when you have a week or two where you feel a bit lost? That’s where I’ve been. Floating with floaters. I’m telling myself this is just fine and it will move someway or another soon.

When I feel a little lost in the world, I return to my friend-books. Books that I’ve read before. The ones I know will do something for me. This week it’s been Inga Muscio’s Cunt. It’s been seven years since I’ve read it.

I temporarily stole borrowed the book from Miguel, as I gave my first copy to my youngest sister for her sixteenth birthday, causing something of an uproar at family brunch.

Anyway, there is a prayer in it that I didn’t remember, that Muscio recalls from her mother’s home:

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here, and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

I like that.

A friend of Nancy killed himself yesterday, and I am always so mystified by this.

Anyway, this is a book everyone should read.


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2 Responses to “My Cunt is Mine”

  1. amy.leblanc Says:

    i feel like i’ve been floating somewhat blurry-like lately too. especially today.

    the whole poem:

    by Max Ehrmann, 1927

    Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

    Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

    Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

    Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

    Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

    Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

    You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

    Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

    With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

    • K. Holden Says:

      This is why my friends are awesome. Thank you, Amy, for posting the poem in its entirety. And, as always, my best to you. xx – Holden

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