Audre Lorde - The complete last reading in Berlin
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- Audre Lorde’s last reading took place in September 1992,
two months before her death, in the apartment of
Dagmar Schultz and Ika Hügel-Marshall. A few friends
and colleagues from Orlanda publishing house were present.
Audre dedicated the reading to the women in Soweto,
South Africa with whom she was closely connected. We sent
them a video tape of the reading.
Without Audre, as a trans person, I do not believe there would be so much space left for me in Berlin. I escaped the midwest to survive here and she made it possible, an intersectional pioneer. Through tears, I wish she was through some miracle still with us. May Ayim too.
She was the only black female poet mentioned, albeit haltingly, by my poetry professor in college, 1976. Audrey was lesbian, activist, would not be silenced. I never forgot the name and as soon as I could obtain a copy of Black Unicorn I knew I could not remain in the town of my first 25 years. This, my token of appreciation to her, decades later.
The Healing Sorrow
I own a pewter goblet
purchased in Rome
when I was seventeen.
It sits behind a book
dedicated to friends
who have moved on.
In secret I use it,
my despair fills to the edge
then runs down the sides
as I remember those
lost to me who I loved.
I understand the mechanism,
the release of hormones
the neurology of hurt
and of repair.
Still, I am that "Black Unicorn"
Audrey has my number,
for those of us like me
the ocean is a receptacle,
electrolytes
trying to reestablish
stasis.
c. James C. Allen, FIPF
poems
1:14 ECHOES
3:41 Party Time
7:12 Prism
9:04 1984
12:27 Restoration, a memoriam
16:29 East Berlin December
19:20 Lady of the night
21:40 Today is not the day
Thank you!
I love her so much. She is a precious jewel, a resplendent soul, a courageous heart , a vision of profound beauty. I wish I could have met her in person. She left this world a better place.
2:16 Listening in that fine space....the grave stillness before choice.
A treasure beyond words
thank you
bless you Audre
Mirror
A poem by Staci C. Washington
3/18/22
There is a day
That face
At the Window
Darkened Him
By reflection unknown.
Yet likened to Sunlight
On cardboard an Eclipse
Of nature's
Harkening
It bleaches and beseeches.
An atomated heart
So New
Pounding at
Burnt roots of the Soul
african.
So I sang that song
Fantastic
As I walked
Into the gas glass shelf
Of flatulence
And fame.
I will not die for you
You cannot die for me
I am
It does seem
hat picture of you
Foriegn.
LA MUJER YA ENCONTRÓ LA IGUALDAD. AHORA LE HACE FALTA ES CREER QUE LO LOGRÓ Y ARRIESGASRSE A LA COMPETITIVADA HUMANA, EN EL TRABAJO, EN ELHOGAR, EN LOS PUESTOS DE MANDO.
She needs a glass of water
the cancer she fought for 14 years did this to her voice.