No Constitutional Right to be Ladies…book review

No Constitutional Right to be Ladies…book review

what’s right is right…

 

 

Book review:

No Constitutional Right to be Ladies:

Women and the Obligations of Citizenship

 

by Linda K. Kerber (b1940)

New York: Hill and Wang, a division of Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, 1998

405 pages

 

Kerber, a well-respected historian, makes what should be an obvious point: women are citizens, just like men, and they should share all the rights and obligations of citizenship.

She disputes, in compelling detail, that women have a constitutional right “to be ladies” when that is conceived as separating them from a complete status as functioning citizens who are the constitutional equals of men (even the ones they’ve married!).

In my mind, it’s not a “feminist” thing or a “suffrage” thing. It’s a matter-of-fact thing—nothing about it doesn’t make sense.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Oops, Columbus didn’t “discover” America

…but he got close…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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“…the prayers of the millions…”…John Steinbeck’s view

“…the prayers of the millions…”…John Steinbeck’s view

the humanity…

 

 

“Ah, the prayers of the millions,

   how they must fight and destroy each other

      on their way to the throne of God.”

 

We always think of our prayers as singular events…

 

 

From Tortilla Flat in The Short Novels of John Steinbeck

by John Steinbeck with an introduction by Joseph Henry Jackson

New York: The Viking Press, orig. copy. 1953, 1963.

527 pages

quote from p. 18

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Address Unknown

A friendship corrupted by Nazi hatred in WWII

by Kathrine Kressmann Taylor

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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a noisy monster…“It was red,” my poem

a noisy monster…“It was red,” my poem

the horses lost their jobs

 

 

It was red

 

What’s left are the last thin hunks

   of that heroic red machine,

planted in the front field,

not going anywhere,

still pointed to its last destination.

 

This is a marvel of machine,

a completely rusted spectacle of progress,

form invites quick memories

   of function…

 

It doesn’t tempt the kids,

there are no pedals to push,

the big seat is too high

   and it’s too rough for bouncing,

and it’s too far from the thick rusty wheel

   with no horn,

the big rugged tractor tires

   turned one last time

      when the moon and the stars

         and the sun were younger.

 

Once it was a noisy monster,

the farmer called the thing “Bab,”

it scared the horses who lost their jobs,

it scattered the goats and the hens,

the pigs went rooting

   on the other side of the barn.

 

Old farmers remember their first ride

   on their magic new machines

      that chugged everywhere, pulled anything,

each tractor needed its own tool box,

half metal stuff, half mystery stuff,

and the farmers knew

   how to keep them going,

and they knew the secret kick

   that finished many repair jobs.

 

This rig’s driver never used

   a couple of the rods

      and a few of the knobby connectors,

and he never wondered

   why he didn’t know

      what they were for.

 

The spectral farmer in baggy overalls

   who starts to fill the tank each night

      always struggles with the cap,

and always decides to wait…

 

October 27, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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Natural Life with No Parole…book review

Natural Life with No Parole…book review

writing ingenuous truth…

 

 

Book review:

Natural Life with No Parole

 

by Sarah Rossiter

Georgetown, KY: Finishing Line Press, 2016

 

Rossiter’s poetry is worth a second read.

I think her word choices and line breaks are a bit disorganized, but nevertheless coherent.

Natural Life with No Parole is about what she sees and hears and feels, with genuine verve and ingenuous truth about the reality of human emotions.

She finds it natural to say things like “…That’s all there was, it wasn’t much, but joy is like that.”

Let the flavor of that line wrap around your tongue.

 

Quoted line is from “Woman in a White Truck, Driving”

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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the tree, you, the artist…“morph,” my poem

the tree, you, the artist…“morph,” my poem

transitions

 

 

morph

 

Another leaf drops from the tree.

Watch it skittering down.

The next leaf will fall

   to another bare spot,

a new herald of the new season.

 

Like you, the tree is changing—

 

Was it your self who saw

   the first leaf fall?

Is it the same tree now,

as afternoon begins?

 

Yon artist arrays a new canvas

   on her gear,

she sets the first one aside, in view,

she thinks to paint the tree again

   with more autumnal hues,

she swabs her brush

   and makes a bobbing leaf,

intent on making it real—

 

The tree gives up the leaf she saw,

a new bird perches on the highest twig,

when will she know

   that she’s painting a different tree?

will she know that her other self

   was the painter in the morning?

 

November 3, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

For a change of pace,

read this book review

of one woman’s desperate childhood,

The Homeplace by Marilyn Nelson

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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