Posts Tagged ‘ Audre Lorde ’

Audre Lorde Interview by Historian Blanche Cook (1982) – YouTube

A Timely Collection of Vital Writing by Audre Lorde – The New York Times

DREAM OF EUROPE: SELECTED SEMINARS AND INTERVIEWS: 1984-1992 | Kenning Editions

Edited by Mayra A. Rodríguez Castro. Preface by Dagmar Schultz. AUDRE LORDE: DREAM OF EUROPE elucidates Lorde’s methodology as a poet, mentor, and activist during the last decade of her life. This volume compiles a series of seminars, interviews, and conversations held by the author and collaborators across Berlin, Western Europe, and The Caribbean between 1984-1992. […]

Source: DREAM OF EUROPE: SELECTED SEMINARS AND INTERVIEWS: 1984-1992 | Kenning Editions

Revisiting Adrienne Rich’s “Twenty-One Love Poems” — PUSSY MAGIC

Adrienne Rich

Cassidy Scanlon delves into the world of Adrienne Rich in comparison to other poets like Pablo Neruda and the contractions between heterosexual and queer relationships in literature and the freedom Adrienne allows women.

In her essay “Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power,” Audre Lorde states:

“The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.”

Source: Revisiting Adrienne Rich’s “Twenty-One Love Poems” — PUSSY MAGIC

Audre Lorde’s Berlin – The New York Times

CreditAndreas Meichsner for The New York Times

“American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin” by Terrance Hayes

“American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin”
by Terrance Hayes

When James Baldwin & Audre Lorde each lend
Stevie Wonder an eyeball, he immediately contends
With gravity, falling either to his knees or flat on
His luminous face. I’ve heard several versions
Of the story.  In this one Audre Lorde dons
Immaculate French loafers, turtlenecked ballgown,
And afro halo. An eye-sized ruby glimmers on
A pinky ring that’s a hair too big for Jimmy Baldwin’s
Pinky. He’s blue with beauty. They’re accustomed
To being followed, but now, the eye-patch twins
Will be especially scary to white people. Looking upon
Them, Wonder’s head purples with plural visions
Of blackness, gavels, grapples, purrs, pens. Ten to one
Odds God also prefers to be referred to as They & Them.

Source: “American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin” by Terrance Hayes

Webinar: Radical Self Care: A Necessary Movement-Building Strategy – YouTube

Gloria Steinem on Instagram: “This morning in Paris, Kate Millett died of cardiac arrest. Her ashes will come home, but for now, remember that, as Andrea Dworkin said…” • Instagram

10.3k Likes, 74 Comments – Gloria Steinem (@gloriasteinem) on Instagram:

  • gloriasteinemThis morning in Paris, Kate Millett died of cardiac arrest. Her ashes will come home, but for now, remember that, as Andrea Dworkin said, “The world was asleep but Kate Millett woke it up.” Sexual Politics — and all Kate’s work — will keep us Woke.

Source: Gloria Steinem on Instagram: “This morning in Paris, Kate Millett died of cardiac arrest. Her ashes will come home, but for now, remember that, as Andrea Dworkin said…” • Instagram

Appropriating Audre | Bitch Media

Audre Lorde reading at the International Feminist Book Fair in London, 1984. Photo by Dagmar Schultz.

Appropriations of Lorde not only rob her work of nuance, sensuality, and creativity, but also fail to do what she asked most of feminist movements: to center a racial analysis in feminist and queer work.

Source: Appropriating Audre | Bitch Media

2. A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde | resistance poems | Verse

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid

So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive

Source: 2. A Litany for Survival | resistance poems | Verse