Book review: ‘Autonomy’ by José Luis Regojo (New Binary Press, 2018)

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Book review: Autonomy by José Luis Regojo

New Binary Press, Cork Ireland, 2018.

 
The people of Ireland, today, in the twenty-first century, are engaged in a debate on the right of women to make decisions concerning their own bodies. On May 25, the Irish people will have the first opportunity in 35 years to modify one of the strictest laws in Europe on the voluntary interruption of pregnancy: abortion is currently permitted in Ireland only when the mother’s life is at risk.
 
Irish voters will be asked whether they wish to repeal the Eighth Amendment to the Irish Constitution, approved in 1983, a text that equates the right to life of a pregnant woman and that of her unborn foetus. If the voters approve the referendum, this amendment will be replaced by a provision enabling Parliament to pass legislation regulating the termination of pregnancies. In this climate of debate and discussion in Irish society, New Binary Press has just published an anthology entitled Autonomy. Launched on 6 April in Cork, this book is a compilation of poems, stories and essays collected by Kathy D’Arcy, a poet who completed her academic work in women’s studies at Cork University. She has published two volumes of poetry, Encounter (Lapwing 2010) and The Wild Pupil (Bradshaw 2012).
 
The texts in this volume share a common element: respect for the autonomy a woman must have to decide for herself and freely make her own choices on the fundamental issue of the control of her own body. Such choices may not always prove to be the right ones, but every woman must be allowed to make her own decision,
 
Unwanted presence in my body
Cells the size of a sesame seed
In MY womb.
Not the womb of Irish politicians
Who will never know
Of the pain previous pregnancies ravaged on my body
The decade of sleepless nights
Of worrying about having money to pay for school trips and shoes
And wrapping kids in sleeping bags during freezing winters
When I had no money for oil.
Of the increased chances of something being very wrong
At my age.
14 years in jail I face
Because Ireland expects women to bear
The costs,
The responsibility,
The care,
The trauma
Of carrying an unwanted pregnancy to term.
I tell my teenage daughter
And she is scared.
Not of abortion pills
14 times safer than pregnancy
But of her mother going to jail.
Irish politicians
Making an already distressing
Situation worse.
 
Pregnant in Ireland by Taryn de Vere

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The publication of these texts helps women and men recognize and fight for a right whose existence should be self-evident: a woman’s right to choose. Reading these poems and stories has taken me back to something that occurred in Spain in the 70s when a friend who was pregnant asked me for help. Since I was the only one in our social circle who knew English, I contacted a London clinic for her and negotiated the required procedures. When my friend returned, the men in the group stopped talking to me. They looked on me as a traitor because I had helped my friend to act on a decision that she had taken freely, but which was against the wishes of the father. That was one of the first times I was branded a “traitor” to the male cause (if such a thing exists).
 
I know a woman
Who made a choice
Whose reason is her own
Her country sent her across the sea
The State didn’t want to know.
—From I Know a Woman by Yvonne Aherne
 
In her introduction, D’Arcy recounts how she came across a school assignment written by her aunt, who had interviewed her mother as part of a project. From this interview, D’Arcy learned that her grandmother had always wanted to study, but as a woman had been unable to do so—only her brothers were permitted this option. Instead, she had 16 children. D’Arcy goes on to say that she will be the first woman in her family truly able to decide whether or not she wants to be pregnant (in 2018!). She dedicates this book to her grandmother Alice and to all the women who have had to leave their country in shame, who have risked ending up in prison because of an abortion; all the women who, when facing a difficult situation, were in need of understanding and affection and were met only with cruelty and ignorance.
 
The essays, poems and articles in this anthology offer differing perspectives on what ‘autonomy over one’s own body’ means for ordinary people (LGBT+ people, migrants, mothers, intellectuals, people with disabilities, and others). Its publication is part of the effort to ensure that the May referendum will make Ireland a freer country and, in doing so, will achieve a freer Europe as well. Since our magazine deals specifically with poetry, I have selected a few verses and short poems to illustrate the content of the book:
 
Each time we pass that hill
I see a pregnant woman
On her back,
The valley of her neck
Orbed belly to the sky
Green pelt, forest limbs
Howling the language of birth
 
—From Kindling by Sinéad Gleeson
 
Fógraím cogadh feasta
ar fhearaibh uile Éireann,
ar na leaids ag na cúinní sráide
is iad ina luí i lúib i gceas naíon,
a bpilibíní gan liúdar
is gan éileamh acu ar aon bhean
ach le teann fearaíochta is laochais
ag maíomh gur iníon rí Gréige
a bhí mar chéile leapan aréir acu,
is fogran cogadh cruaidh feasta.
—From Labhrann Medb by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill

War I declare from now
on all the men of Ireland
on all the corner-boys
lying curled in children’s cradles
their willies worthless
wanting no woman
all male boasting
last night they bedded
a Grecian princess –
a terrible war I will declare.
 
—From Medb Speaks by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill (Translated by Michael Hartnett)
 
the first time your boyfriend
thrusts
his burning penis in your hand;
when he waits until you are
drunk enough
to teach you the ways of men
pats you on the head, afterwards,
calls you a ‘good girl’
 
—From Matryoshka by Nicola Moffat
 
Dear Frank,
I don’t like when Uncle Martin stands too close to me. I’m glad I have lives in the basement. He’s wobbly and his breath smells like Chlorox. I’ll tell Dad when we’re driving to church on Sunday.
 
—From Frank by Sue Norton
 
But you need to remember,
You are not measured by the number on the scale
Because you can’t put a number on greatness
You will always be greater than,
Not equal to less.
 
Bruises and scars are so unladylike
But so was speaking out of turn.
 

It was unladylike to have rights
It was unladylike to fight
It was unladylike to go out at night.
Being ladylike has gained a new meaning
Being ladylike is being breakers of glass ceilings
Being ladylike is expressing my feelings
So how dare someone try to confine me
When I came out kicking and screaming

 
Ladylike by Megan Cronin
 
We must stand together
Only then can we defeat them
Monsters and men who claimed our bodies
Each one taking a different piece of us and now it’s time for
them to stop
Never must we indulge the silence they left us in
 
Anyone who hears us will support our plea
Rest assured you are not alone, there are many more like you
& me
Equally broken but ready to reclaim what was stolen from us
 
Strength will scare them
Truth will eat them alive
Rights will be made at last
Oblivious eyes will be opened
Never will they stop our endless plea
Gone are the days when they owned us, now I own me
 
W.O.M.E.N A.R.E S.T.R.O.N.G by Chloe Warmington
 
Where are the women?
I ask the Strongman, the Acrobat, the Horses,
I ask the government, the comedians, the judiciary,
the scientists, the directors, the discussion panels,
the engineers, the decision-makers, the speakers,
the board members, the professors, the media,
the reviewers, the curators, the sports stars,
the technologists, the military, the leadership,
where are the women?
but no one tells me where the women are.
 
Yet to Be Found by Kate Dempsey
 

Horoscope
 
Fortunately, you didn’t read
that day’s horoscope
in the morning paper.
 
Great prudence was urged
for Sagittarians pondering
important decisions
regarding their future.
 
If friends entertained doubts
about a single woman over fifty
Adopting a new young daughter,
they kept it to themselves.
 
Fortune and will played
their own parts intertwined.
The stars were propitious
and the gods benevolent.
 
You wrote your own horoscope.

Horoscope by Dick Edelstein

Again, I re-iterate it’s not all men,
but caution comes naturally to women when
vampires have ventured to vacuum our voice,
now the venom is wearing off.
Slut. Tramp. Bitch. Whore.
These words will be hissed no more.
The 5th wave is roaring from the shore.
 
Of Mice and #MeToo’s by Shaunna Lee Lynch
 
Anna doubted that something as tiny as a lima bean could feel pain, even if
it did have a heartbeat.
She was positive that she could feel pain.
And she was certain that she could hide it, too.
 
Void by Sue Norton
 
In a recent blog entry entitled “Poema reflexiona con … Aristotle”, published a few days ago, I cited the following African proverb: “Until the lions have their own historians, hunting stories will always glorify the hunter”. The same could be said for women: they will write their own story only when they are capable of doing so—and they are—and able to decide for themselves.
 
Finally, we can only wish Irish society as a whole—not just the women—good luck on 25 May. Their decision will have repercussions on Europe at a time when a climate characterised by reductions in individual freedom is sweeping the continent.

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Profits from the sale of this book will go to support those working to ensure that all women have access to the full range of reproductive healthcare, including the possibility of safe, legal abortion. Click here to order the book from New Binary Press, Cork, Ireland.

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Published 11 April in Poémame (Spanish digital poetry publishing platform and critical review)
Translation: Dick Edelstein