I ended up taking advantage of the fact that I was on the margins. I used the power of invisibility to crack open spaces at the edges. The power of performance is impermanence — nobody could catch it and say “here’s proof of what she is saying or doing.”
“Poetry calls us into ourselves. It’s asking you to be truthful and say whatever it is you need to say.”
“I just started working on a piece that’s a mash up of Neil Degrasse Tyson and Nicki Minaj.”
We may all worship at the well-spoken altar of Andrea Gibson, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t more out there to love! Here are ten LGBTQ spoken word artists you should consider crushing on.
This is an exclusive Autostraddle interview with Andrea Gibson. Happy National Poetry Month, queermos!
“Recently I wrote a poem on the notebook on my iPhone on the subway platform. I like to move around.”
“The original hipster had come down to Earth.”
In which five of us talk about our favorite poet ever. “Those of us who think we know / the same secrets / are silent together most of the time.”
“I kinda only care about lesbian poets.”
Did you know that Gertrude Stein and Mina Loy were friends? Do you even know who Mina Loy is? I didn’t until about ~5 days ago.
Mary Oliver writes poetry about nature. Both kinds of nature.
“You can’t trust lesbians. You invite them / to your party and they don’t come, / they’re too busy tending vaginal / flowers, hating football, walking their golden / and chocolate labs.”
“I don’t know if I could change the world, yet, because I don’t know that much about it.”
Once upon a time I hated Sylvia Plath. Now I don’t! How did this happen? The answers lie inside this post…
You really need to know about Dorothy Porter. She was an Australian poet, an out lesbian, and basically awesome.
“You must nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach.”
“I like his poetry because it’s kind of all over the place without being noisy about it.”
Did you know that Rilke’s Mom initially raised him as a girl? True story.
I don’t want to write my essay, so here’s some Charles Bukowski poems.
“Oh, to be ready for it, unf*cked, ever-f*cked.”