Anne Phillips
Anne Phillips
Anne Phillips, is Professor of Political and Gender Theory at the London School of Economics, where she is based at the Gender Institute and Government Department...
guild member subversive
I tell my students that being a writer is like being a member of a medieval guild and that what we are doing is very subversive and very important.
builds image inside maybe periods tension time via work
I work via the high-tension-wire method, which is maybe going for long periods without writing while the tension builds up - when am I going to write this, am I going to be able to write this, what is this image about - and I'm thinking about it all the time, but I'm not really inside it, inside the writing.
adult bind both business divided divorced kids though
That whole business of having two homes, and that divided loyalty bind that kids get into. I mean, my parents were divorced - though I was adult - but I still grappled with being responsible to both of them.
war moving air
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
writing secret life-is
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not.
loyalty firsts morality
The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language.
therapy
Talk between women friends is always therapy...
wind silence vibrations
If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.
men trying body
Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.
country memories distance
If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradise, paradise can exist, in some other place or country dimensionally reminiscent of our own. The sad stories live there too, but in that country, we know what they mean and why they happened. We make our way back from them, finding the way through a bountiful wilderness we begin to understand. Years are nothing: Story conquers all distance.
fall old-year wind
When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights.
love-is outlaw duty
Love is the outlaw's duty.
sight silence listening
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.
writing wish more-time
I wish I had more time to write.