A Gemini Interviews Her Other Mouth
Gemini: I suppose you remember what your mother told you about Geminis…
Lidia: Yup. She said, in a thick southern drawl, “Well, you know, being with a Gemini is like being in a room with 50 people.”
Gemini: So which you are you today?
Lidia: The Lidia that just picked her kid up from school on her way to the grocery store before she washes clothes.
Gemini: Ah. The domestic Lidia.
Gemini: She’s fucking boring.
Lidia: Gee, thanks. But you are dead wrong.
Gemini: What’s not dull about domesticity?
Lidia: Gee Gemini, lemme make a list. There’s the fact that our bodies generate, oh, I don’t know, ALL OF HUMAN LIFE, we are the other side of masculine action in terms of reflection, repetition, cyclical experience and generative practices, we make a place of comfort and grace for a body to come home to—
Gemini: Busted. You are the worst housecleaner I’ve ever met and you know it. Forget dust bunnies. You’ve got dust godzillas…and I know for a fact there are year old underwear and socks under your bed.
Lidia: I’m not talking about housekeeping. I’m talking about how a woman makes a compassion home of not only her body, but any environment she comes into contact with. Even you do with your bitchy, fierce, chaotic, electric body.
Gemini: Oh Jeeeeeeez…..I was wondering how long it was going to take you to get to talking about bodies. That took like 15 seconds. What is your DEAL with bodies? COW is crawling with them.
Lidia: Well, you already know my DEAL with bodies…I love them. All of them. I think they are pretty much the coolest thing in ever. I wish more of us could love them with abandon. The book is a bodystory, and I told it in the hopes that other people might think about their own body stories. I think the body is a metaphor for experience and an epistemological site. And having carried life and death there, I feel like I am in a good position to speak about the body.
Gemini: Man. Talk about a buzz kill. But since we’re on the topic – why didn’t you tell in your book what your daughter’s name was?
Lidia: Lily. I couldn’t make a sentence big enough to hold her.
Gemini: What’s the one sentence in COW that matters to you the most?
Lidia: “Love is a small tender.”
Gemini: That’s not even a grammatically correct sentence.
Lidia: Fuck grammar. It’s fascist in its need to shape experience away from bodies.
Gemini: WHATEVER. Again with the bodies.
Lidia: And language. What sentence matters the most to you?
Gemini: I think it’s a cross between “This is your daughter leaving, motherfucker,” and “Even angry girls can be moved to tears.”
Lidia: I can understand that. Your you and my me have a lot in common—two sides of a girlbody.
Gemini: Why does the body matter? I’ve been throwing this body at life forever and it’s a wonder it’s still functioning…isn’t it the brain that saved us? Isn’t it the brain that makes pretty much everything matter?
Lidia: Well I don’t buy that old Cartesian Dualism thing. There is no mind body split. But the mind is more culturally valued and sanctioned than the body, and the body is more objectified, abjectified, and commodofied in this culture. Like Whitman, I am interested in the mindbody that is closer to energy and matter and the whole DNA spacedust universe shebang.
Gemini: Oh I see how you are. Now you are trying to be grad school mouth Lidia. OK smarty girl, how would you define “edgy?” Isn’t that what you are trying to be?
Lidia: Actually, to be honest with you, I think I’m just trying as hard as I can to be precise. Not edgy. I guess I’d define edgy as twitchy and confused. Tweakers and Republicans come to mind. I think when people call certain kinds of writing “edgy” they probably mean it made their brains itchy or something…but in COW I tried to be exact is all. Emotionally, linguistically, physically, lyrically, exact.
Gemini: By the way. I know why you refer to The Chronology of Water as COW. And it ain’t bovine.
Gemini: You wanna tell em, or should I?
Lidia: Go for it.
Gemini: “COW” is the euphamism Gertrude Stein used to refer to …
Lidia: Spanking twinkies.
Gemini: Which is your favorite bodily fluid?
Lidia: That’s easy. Cum and tears. Because they are salty like the ocean. Although Andy and I did have a good run with breast milk.
Gemini: Speaking of bodies and women and language, rumor has it on the cyber streets that you like to sometimes give readings wearing a special outfit.
Gemini: Did you ever worry that the “outfit” might embarrass your husband and son?
Lidia: I don’t know…hold on a minute and I’ll go ask them…
Gemini: HEY! While she’s out of the room lemme tell you some secrets about her…she likes to wear wigs, in her thirties sometimes on airplanes she’d adopt a foreign accent and invent a name, she plays clarinet, she once peed on the steps of the Capitol, and she once broke into someone’s home and stole all their stuff so they could collect the insurance. Luckily it was a long long time ago. Oh. Crap. She’s back…
Lidia: So I asked Andy and Miles if my reading outfit embarrasses them. Andy said, “Well, sort of it must, because I kind of get a stomach ache when you do it and I think to myself, oh Lidia…” And Miles said, “No, you just look more like you.” Why do you have that shit eating grin on your face? Have you been telling stories about me?
Gemini: Absolutely not. So here’s a question that’s been bugging me.
Gemini: Why is your COW book all …. You know, choppyish?
Lidia: You mean why is it written in fragments and out of order?
Gemini: Yeah. Like I said. Choppy.
Lidia: Because I was trying to mimic the way memory works in biochemistry and neuroscience terms. Pieces of things brought together in a resolving system.
Gemini: Look at the big brain on the lid. Gimme a break.
Gemini: Yeah I KNOW. Isn’t this partly why no agents will touch you? Because you have to “do things” to your stories? Every thought of telling them like a normal human being?
Lidia: I am telling them as precisely as I know how…I am telling them the way they feel to me, as true as I can get the language to go strange.
Gemini: Yeah yeah yeah. Tell the truth but tell it slant. Dickinson.
Gemini: Look how much action that got her. No offense, but she was kind of an isolate. Definite bummer at parties. Not a very snappy dresser either, I might add.
Lidia: Well, I am quite fond of isolates. And I used to have to breathe into a brown paper bag at parties in the bathroom. And my fashion sense is questionable.
Gemini: I’ll say. Ever heard of this thing called a “haircut?”
Lidia: I think you got all the social genes…and I’m guessing I have you to thank for all the unusual undergarments?
Lidia: And rule breaking? And un-ladylike behavior? And anger? And propensity to fuck up? And a wide variety of boots? And potty mouth? And sexual excess? And drugs and alcohol and…
Gemini: Do you have a point, oh miss big breasted faux mother goddess?
Lidia: Yeah. I have a point. Let’s throw a lip over it and drink to it. My friend Karen Karbo gave me a bottle of Ardbeg, and my friend Chelsea Cain gave me a bottle of Glen Livet. Choose your poison.
Gemini: Sure you wouldn’t rather brew a nice pot of Jasmine hippie tea?
Lidia: I’m sure. I’m the one who let you into my lifehouse, my bodyhouse, my wordhouse…we are only me together. Cheers.