alta is funny... i can’t believe this was written in the 70s. it has major hot girl twitter vibes. anyway, it’s funnier cos it’s old. i found that reassuring, exciting- someone my mums age wrote about things like this. i wonder what things my mum was thinking about in the 70s, if i asked her that i know what she’d say : sex sex sex. same with alta, same with us, sex is making us feel all kinds of ways. i have phobias and poets keep pushing my buttons about it. i don’t know how i feel except annoyed most of the time. something comes up when i’m staring at a wood knot in my bed frame and then the feeling becomes pregnant in me. alta says ‘tonight i felt guilty peeling a peach. the whole day was like that’ and then the day after that is sometimes the same, sometimes different, but the phobias still throb and we mustn’t hate ourselves for it
As with most poetry collections, "I Am Not a Practicing Angel" wasn't perfect, but overall I still really enjoyed the zine. Reading this from the perspective of someone living in 2022, it's interesting to see contemporary commentary on issues of the 70s (and to see just how many of this commentary is still relevant today). The illustrations are also beautiful.