“For years the myth of Philomela hung over me. The tongue stump. That soundless scream. A formal revolution in testimonial utterance. At the time I first encountered Heroines I was meant to be writing a dissertation on confessional poetry and women‘s projects of self-making, mainly Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, two ‘poetesses‘ you should never admire publicly if you wish to be taken seriously. (In any case I wasn‘t. Taken seriously that is.) -