1. Breaking the Sentence; Queering the Sentence
Jody R. Rosen
New York City College of Technology
@jrrnyc #issn2017

2. Mary is tampering with the expected sequence
Mary is tampering with the expected sequence. First she broke the sentence: now she has broken the sequence. . . . Perhaps she had done this unconsciously, merely giving things their natural order, as a woman would, if she wrote like a woman.

3. Names are in people, people are in names.

4. Her Gart went round in circles
Her Gart went round in circles. “I am Her,” she said to herself; she repeated “Her, Her, Her.” Her Gart tried to hold on to something; drowning she grasped, she caught at a smooth surface, her fingers slipped, she cried in her dementia, “I am Her, Her, Her.”

5. Her Gart stood. Her mind still trod its round
Her Gart stood. Her mind still trod its round. I am Her Gart, my name is Her Gart. I am Hermione Gart. I am going round and round in circles. Her Gart went on. Her feet went on. Her feet had automatically started. So automatically she continued, then stumbled as a bird whirred its bird oblivion into nearby trees above her. Her Gart. I am Her Gart. Nothing held her, she was nothing holding to this thing: I am Hermione Gart, a failure.

6. There was a small red Temple Shakespeare one side of Eugenia’s picture, the other side was a blue book matching it. The Mahabharata? One of those translations anyway. Temple Shakespeare. I am out of the Temple Shakespeare. I am out of The Winter’s Tale. It was my grandfather’s idea to call me something out of Shakespeare. Her picked up the limp volume. Leather was limp and smelt of innumerable compartments in her mind. Leather, smelling like that, wafted through and through innumerable compartments bringing dispersed elements and jaded edges together, running like healing water across an arid waste of triangle and star-cluster and names of biological intention. Atoms were held together like limp grasses gone arid, filled with healing rain drops. Lilies of all kinds . . . I am out of this book.

7. I am not Hermione out of Shakespeare
I am not Hermione out of Shakespeare. Hermione out of Shakespeare was more or less one person like the person who went with Orlando. Have you noticed in Shakespeare everybody goes with someone? Almost everybody.

8. Jody R. Rosen New York City College of Technology @jrrnyc #issn2017
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