Pure Poetry #30: These Poems Are Gay, Just Like You
“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.”
“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.
The “It Gets Better” campaign is becoming a book. Guess who’s in it? Okay, it’s Autostraddle’s own Gabrielle Rivera!
“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.
“You have to seek poetry out and, at least at first, you have force yourself to swallow it. Like a scratchy vitamin.”
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.”
This is just a post (mostly) about old white men. But it’s happy. It’s Autostraddle is Pure Poetry week and this is how we do it.
“Veronica Franco became an icon for women to leave the confines of the home and enter the world of men. Unfortunately, in those days the only real way to do so was to become a prostitute.”
“Rock’s voice was more powerful than my desire for a fresh beer.”
And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?
I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps.
‘Should I fiddle on a f*cking roof for you?’
“This woman found the riskiest, weirdest thing to be, at any particular moment, and then she became it.”
“Cómo logró su libertad la bicicleta abandonada?”
“I think that anyone’s a fool to become a junkie or a poet… it’s the same kind of hook really, and it has the same withdrawal symptoms if you ever try it.”