For beginners, The Vagina Monologues was written by Eve Ensler. The novel is compiled of women's testimonies of female empowerment, anguish, humor, and complexity. There are pieces that discuss dating, female quarks, and sexuality all from the vagina perspective. In order to create such a wide variety of works, Eve traveled all over the world and asked women of all ages, even young girls about their thoughts on their vaginas. An interesting piece that was quite humorous, in my opinion, involved the question: "What's special about your vagina?" to have a six year old respond with "Somewhere deep inside it I know it has a really really smart brain."
However, apart from the witty response to such questions, the novel also has serious pieces. For example, "My Vagina was my Village" is extremely explicit and blunt to further build on emotion and pathos. I am going to have to ask you to bear with me and read the short monologue. Before I start, the monologue is raw, explicit and can even make you flinch; it discusses the rapes that are occurring in the Congo and Tibet. Do not forget, its a true story.
"My vagina was green, water soft pink fields, cow mooing sun resting sweet boyfriend touching lightly with soft piece of blond straw.
There is something between my legs. I do not know what it is. I do not touch. Not now. Not anymore. Not since.
My vagina was chatty, can't wait, so much, so much saying, words talking, can' t quit trying, can't quit saying, oh yes, oh yes.
Not since I dream there's a dead animal sewn in down there with thick black fishing line. And the bad dead animal smell cannot be removed. And its throat is slit and it bleeds through all my summer dress.
My vagina singing all girl songs, all goat bells ringing songs, all wild autumn field songs, vagina songs, vagina home songs.
Not since the soldiers put a long thick rifle inside me. So cold, the steel rod canceling my heart. Don't know whether they're going to fire it or shove it through my spinning brain. Six of them, monstrous doctors with black masks shoving bottles up me too. There were sticks, and the end of a broom.
My vagina swimming river water, clean spilling water over sun-baked stones over stone clit, clit stones over and over.
Not since I heard the skin tear and made lemon screeching sounds, not since a piece of my vagina came off in my hand, a part of my life, now one side of the lip is completely gone.
My vagina. A live wet water village. My vagina hometown.
Not since they took turns for seven days smelling like feces and smoked meat, they left their dirty sperm inside me. I became a river of poison and plus and all the crops died, and the fish.
My vagina a live wet water village.
They invaded it. Butchered it and burned it down.
I do not touch it now.
Do not visit.
I live someplace else now.
I don't know where that is. "
The use of imagery is impressive. Ensler uses phrases like "water soft pink fields" and terms like "butcher" and "monstrous" to emphasize the events that were occurring to the speaker. This piece is shocking and creates pathos by attacking one's inner emotions and consider a global issue.
I personally admire how Ensler created an identity for a woman's body part into something that is meaningful with a source of its own power (women empowerment); creative syntax and changed the meaning of a vagina.
In addition to being a creative writer, Enler has created an organization and movement to cease violence against women in all regions. For those that seek further reading and imvolvment into Enler's mission of female identity and perservance, visit: http://newsite.vday.org/about
There is something between my legs. I do not know what it is. I do not touch. Not now. Not anymore. Not since.
My vagina was chatty, can't wait, so much, so much saying, words talking, can' t quit trying, can't quit saying, oh yes, oh yes.
Not since I dream there's a dead animal sewn in down there with thick black fishing line. And the bad dead animal smell cannot be removed. And its throat is slit and it bleeds through all my summer dress.
My vagina singing all girl songs, all goat bells ringing songs, all wild autumn field songs, vagina songs, vagina home songs.
Not since the soldiers put a long thick rifle inside me. So cold, the steel rod canceling my heart. Don't know whether they're going to fire it or shove it through my spinning brain. Six of them, monstrous doctors with black masks shoving bottles up me too. There were sticks, and the end of a broom.
My vagina swimming river water, clean spilling water over sun-baked stones over stone clit, clit stones over and over.
Not since I heard the skin tear and made lemon screeching sounds, not since a piece of my vagina came off in my hand, a part of my life, now one side of the lip is completely gone.
My vagina. A live wet water village. My vagina hometown.
Not since they took turns for seven days smelling like feces and smoked meat, they left their dirty sperm inside me. I became a river of poison and plus and all the crops died, and the fish.
My vagina a live wet water village.
They invaded it. Butchered it and burned it down.
I do not touch it now.
Do not visit.
I live someplace else now.
I don't know where that is. "
The use of imagery is impressive. Ensler uses phrases like "water soft pink fields" and terms like "butcher" and "monstrous" to emphasize the events that were occurring to the speaker. This piece is shocking and creates pathos by attacking one's inner emotions and consider a global issue.
I personally admire how Ensler created an identity for a woman's body part into something that is meaningful with a source of its own power (women empowerment); creative syntax and changed the meaning of a vagina.
In addition to being a creative writer, Enler has created an organization and movement to cease violence against women in all regions. For those that seek further reading and imvolvment into Enler's mission of female identity and perservance, visit: http://newsite.vday.org/about
3 comments:
Dear Diana,
The book you chose to share with us today was jvery intresting and maybe if you liked that book you might like a book I read its called cunt its more of a feminist book but just like Vagina Monologues it has a lot of detailed on to be proud as a women. Very good choice of book, and great blog.
Jenn
Hey There Diana,
Yes your blog is humm..... quite random.Although it is very random,I like it not because of what people may think,but because it conveys the women life in another lens. Yes I believe that Eve Ensler is a very creative writer and what makes her ethos even stronger is the fact that she traveled around the world asking other women about what they felt about their vagina. Nonetheless,I think that it is sometimes a good idea to do something out of the ordinary and what Eve Ensler just did by writing something like that can only be described in one word,exotic.
In sum,good job for posting an exotic blog and keep doing what best suits you. I think that is what makes us successful and what will enable us to do better.
I've read this book and I thought this was simply such a wonderfully explicit book that really exposes one to all women out there who are suffering.
I remember that ones that talked about rape were the most explicit ones and that's why those were my favorite to read. The way that Ensler describes these women's pain is so raw, with absolutely no sugar coating, and it creates such vivid pictures that really stick to one. She does imply, she's just says it as it as.
Plus, if you know how the author is and what she does, then you applaud the book even more.
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