Though I may be wrong. I slip the page into the pocket of my black coat and I leave the Exam Room. She recovered, eventually, but, entre nous , she'll never really be the same. The market-place in which I find my body panicking is no place, exactly. As a social researcher and somewhat panicked, I insist that we locate this historical geography of desire and of power, this marketplace, by measurements materializing in these many places.
Some people still grow more hungry than some others, die more quickly than some others.
Jackie Orr 1989 Jackie Orr, a performance artist living in Boston, writes in the areas of feminism and postmodern aesthetics. Conversation with J. Sidari.