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Audre Lorde amerikai

Tudástár · 10 kapcsolódó alkotó

KatalógusnévLorde, Audre

Könyvei 8

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider
Audre Lorde: Zami
Audre Lorde: The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master's House
Audre Lorde: The Black Unicorn
Audre Lorde: The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde
Audre Lorde: A Burst of Light: and Other Essays
Audre Lorde: The Cancer Journals
Audre Lorde: When I Dare to Be Powerful

Kapcsolódó kiadói sorozatok: Penguin Modern Penguin angol · Penguin Great Ideas Penguin

Antológiák 1

Margaret Ferguson – Tim Kendall – Mary Jo Salter (szerk.): The Norton Anthology of Poetry

Népszerű idézetek

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Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.

Recreation

Mircsi>!

rape is not aggressive sexuality, it is sexualized aggression.

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider Essays and Speeches

Mircsi>!

Your silence will not protect you.

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider Essays and Speeches

Mircsi>!

Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me.

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider Essays and Speeches

Mircsi>!

We can learn to work and speak when we are afraid in the same way we have learned to work and speak when we are tired.

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider Essays and Speeches

Mircsi>!

Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end. And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as i think Emma Goldman said, 'If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.' And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider Essays and Speeches

Mircsi>!

You become strong by doing the things you need to be strong for.

Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider Essays and Speeches

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Harriet there was always somebody calling us crazy
or mean or stuck-up or evil or black
or black
and we were
nappy girls quick as cuttlefish
scurrying for cover
trying to speak trying to speak
trying to speak
the pain in each others mouths
until we learned
on the edge of a lash
or a tongue
on the edge of the other’s betrayal
that respect
meant keeping our distance
in silence
averting our eyes
from each other’s face in the street
from the beautiful dark mouth
and cautious familiar eyes
passing alone.

I remember you Harriet
before we were broken apart
we dreamed the crossed swords
of warrior queens
while we avoided each other’s eyes
and we learned to know lonely
as the earth learns to know dead
Harriet Harriet
what name shall we call our selves now
our mother is gone?

Harriet

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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.

A Litany for Survival

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Woman when we met on the solstice
high over halfway between your world and mine
rimmed with full moon and no more excuses
your red hair burned my fingers as I spread you
tasting your ruff down to sweetness
and I forgot to tell you
I have heard you calling across this land
in my blood before meeting
and I greet you again
on the beaches in mines lying platforms
in trees full of tail-tail birds flicking
and deep in your caves of decomposed granite
even over my own late rite hills
after a long journey
licking your sons
while you wrinkle your nose at the stench.

Coming to rest
in open mirrors of your demanded body
I will be black light as you lie against me
I will be heavy as August over your hair
our rivers flow from the same sea
and I promise to leave you again
full of amazement and our illuminations
dealt through the short tongues of color
or the taste of each other's skin when it hung
from our childhood mouths.

When we meet again
will you put your hands upon me
will I ride you over our lands
will we sleep beneath trees in the rain?
You shall get young as I lick your stomach
hot and at rest before we move off again
you will be white fury in my navel
I will be sweeping night
Mawulisa foretells our bodies
as our hands touch and learn
from each others hurt.
Taste my milk in the ditches of Chile and
Ouagadougou
in Tema's bright port while the priestess of
Larteh protects us
in the high meat stalls of Palmyra and Abomey- Calavi
now you are my child and my mother
we have always been sisters in pain.

Come in the curve of the Lion's bulging stomach
lie for a season out of the judging rain
we have mated we have cubbed
we have high time for work and another meeting
women exchanging blood
in the innermost rooms of moment
we must taste of each other's fruit
at least once
before we shall both be slain.

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