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“Like the generations before us, when we were in our twenties, we thought we were going to change the world. Unlike the generations before us, we also thought we were going to change the word—that changing the word was going to be our instrument for changing the world. We were going to change the word “woman.” From woman to women, from women to womyn (wimmin), from womyn to lesbian, from lesbian to dyke to amazon, from outsider to compañera, from competitor to sister.”

These are the words of Elana Dykewomon. Yes, "Dykewomon." She led the way in being the change she wanted to see.
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And she is back, with a new book of poetry with the perfect title, What Can I Ask? This is a collection of new poems and selected poems from previous publications. 

But, before I talk about the poems, I want to go back to that in-your-face name that Elana gave herself. She wrote, “… I changed my name, hoping to keep myself honest. I changed my name so I would be in a constant state of self-examination about my motives in writing, so I would have to write as a member of the community in which I placed my heart and cunt, as a participant with a particular talent.”

She wrote that in 1991. Nearly twenty-five years later, I would say that she has indeed kept herself honest. And prolific. Elana has authored two novels, Riverfinger Woman (1974) and Beyond the Pale  (1997 and reprinted in 2009); a collection of short stories, Moon Creed Road;  and four collections of poetry, They Will Know Me By My Teeth, Fragments from Lesbos, Nothing Will Be As Sweet As The Taste, and What Can I Ask?
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You have to know who you are to be honest, and you also have to know your seducers. Elana has identified herself as fat, lesbian, Jewish, and separatist, and she is aware that “…capitalism seduces us from the Right; humanism seduces us from the Left.” She explains that, for her today, separatism means “holding a radical analysis of power relations.”

On to the poems…

In “Unravel Then,” Elana writes how her father taught her the names of the constellations when she was a child—names derived from Greek mythology. She wonders about renaming them to represent Pete Seeger with his guitar, or Barbara Jordan lecturing Congress… or the Seven Lesbian Poets (you’ll have to read the poem to see the roster!). Her father’s response?

"... you’ve suffered for a long time. Stop
suffering. Accept this sky. We’ve
tamed the night, haven’t we? You should know
from your mythology

when you pick at a thread
the whole
starts unraveling."

Elana returns to this business about threads in “A lesbian’s prerogative:”

"It’s a lesbian’s prerogative to run her hand down the seam
            across the seam of need
            and stick her finger in
            where the stitch is loose

a lesbian prerogative
            to pull at the thread, rip it apart
            demand the womyn
            start over"
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Ah, yes… that demand. It’s what gave separatists a bad name. The demand to start over, with lesbians at the center. The demand to stay honest. It is and it was a heavy demand. It came at a price. Here is Elana again in her masterpiece about the Triangle Shirtwaist fire:

 
"A Law of Physics"

Saturday, March 25,1911

One body falling alone is its own weight
times distance.
Two bodies falling alone are their own but
if they hold hands
their weight is multiplied.

Here’s a for instance:
Two girls are on a ledge.
The building is burning.
There are nets below.
The girls are young and for the purpose
of this example
thin and frightened.
It is eight stories to the ground.
The net can hold 90, 120, 150 pounds
times the distance but
holding hands
they become 11,000 pounds on impact.
The net breaks.
No one knows the price
of comfort,
how much they loved each other
and expected, by jumping,
neither to live nor die
but fly
released
from the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory.

What Can I Ask: New and Selected Poems 1975-2014 by Elana Dykewomon is published by Sapphic Classics from A Midsummer Night's Press and Sinister Wisdom.