Silence (NaPoWriMo Poem 2/30)

I'm way behind on my National Poetry Month 30 in 30 poetry writing challenge. But here's 2 of 30.

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Black Rage and the Invisible Black Body

I am here to talk about silence. And the violence of it.  How it traumatizes the body that practices it as well as the bodies it is imposed upon. I want to talk about how it (silence, I mean)—and I made up this word—invisibilizes.  And how that act—to render someone, a body, invisible is violence. [...]

[vintage UtR] Let That Be the Story

Digging in the crates for Flashback Friday.

September 4, 2010

darlene anita scott

” Don’t forget who you are…and where you stand in the struggle.”
So Much Things to Say — Robert Nesta Marley

Long time; no talk, yeah?  Still on my overly punctuating game you’ll notice from the three pieces of it in that short not-really-a-sentence.  Pardon my geekiness: that ain’t changed.  My address has—whew-ew! Fat stats have—whew-ew!  On the other hand,  Kashi still rocks my socks.  And alas, it turns out I am still 13, unsure, and putting on a serious show that suggests I just might be.  Of course there are some things I have always known: that one day you would forget me, that trouble don’t last always, and right is right and never wronged nobody (as Grandmommy says).  And sadly, for what I don’t know I spend an inordinate amount of time talking out loud to myself trying to create formulas and work out equations that will make…

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Poem #5 of 30

THE SPACE IN WHICH SOUND EXISTS He said I walked like a dancer. All the women he had taken made the ground ripple like a winded river under their feet. My soles were smooth; break of air announced me and turned itself to the silence of monochrome--pink to pointe. He took their heaviness as his [...]

Balancing Act: An Exercise of the Conscious Creative*

I've been writing about it all month...may as well finish out the month with it.  Silence and silencing. The idea of silencing is nothing new.  One of the first times I recognized it at play in my own work, I was a college student wannabe writer enrolled in an autobiography class in which we read [...]

Because I cannot say it enough…

But Audre Lorde said it as well as I ever could want to, so I'll just select and borrow some of her words: "What is most important to me must be spoken...even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood... Your silence will not protect you... What are the words you do not yet [...]