There’re no witches or mother that is eternal. This might be whom i will be:

There’re no witches or mother that is eternal. This might be whom i will be:

One someone placed this ad in a paper: “Looking for LOST DOG. ”Woof day. (My Mom 265)

Acker’s texts display a desire therefore fluid so it erases distinctions not merely between your sexes, but amongst the types, between your animate and inanimate. The literary works regarding the human body toward which Acker strives bears a closer affinity towards the “becomings-animal” of Deleuze and Guattari (236-306), than to virtually any missing, imaginary, or pre-Oedipal maternal relationship. Continue reading “There’re no witches or mother that is eternal. This might be whom i will be:”