Lise Rochefort on “Medusa Calls the Rape Crisis Line”
Myth, like art, is often the transformative device that makes the unbearable bearable, that channels beauty, wit and intelligence to help us carry and/or survive the ugliness of the world. And so it is with Cassandra Myers’s concrete poem, “Medusa Calls the Rape Crisis Line.” Its look on the page, its unrelenting presence magnifies the harsh realities of too many women’s history (past and present). It’s loud. It’s in your face. And would someone please answer the damn phone?