I thoroughly enjoyed reading this series of letters between two Canadian poets about feminism and language. I've read and love Mouré's poetey, and am going to read Wallace's now too.
I need to read more feminist theory...and theory in general. It definitely ended on a sad, but powerful, note as both poets felt more distant from each other than when they had started—both recognizing that "a landscape of strangeness and distance" exists for "women in relation to language".
A thing I learnt/had confirmed for me: stories about women's lives change language and "what can be said about women's lives" by "disrupt[ing] the silence which has covered so much."