Hi & happy November!
Here’s what I have for you today:
What I read this week
Where I submitted work this week
Quotations I encountered/loved
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What I read this week:
“If you are to be an owl,” T. Fleischmann
“Queering Language,” Trace Peterson
“‘Split it Open and Count the Seeds’: Trans Identity, Trans Poetics, and Oliver Bendorf’s The Spectral Wilderness,” Joy Ladin
“Becoming a Trans Poet: Samuel Ace, Max Wolf Valerio, and kari edwards,” Trace Peterson (Side note: according to Trace, these three were the first trans poets to publish books in the US!)
“Same Difference,” Ana Božičević
“25 Tiny Essays on the Value of Forgetfulness and Sleepiness,” Dawn Lundy Martin
“To fail and to trust: Writing into queer :: eco :: poetics,” Tamiko Beyer
“Body as a Juncture of Almost,” CM Burroughs
Where I submitted my writing this week:
Split Lip Magazine
In the broadest sense, trans poetics refers to all poetic efforts to represent any forms of self or identity for which there are no conventional means of expression.
We see the costs of limiting articulation of trans identity to gender-binary terms. No human being, trans or not, is always and only one thing, one characteristic, one identity.
To be free / is often to be lonely.
-W. H. Auden
I write for the still-fragmented parts in me, trying to bring them together.
As if the point of survival / Is human survival.
Her voice, our tongues, our cheeks, her wings, / the sweat of everything, sex.
There is no politically neutral art.
Even my body / does not belong to me, but I whisper in it / and think in it and hope it stays / beautiful. God, the way summer is made, thawed into golden branches and / red magnolias and sand dunes, the way the clouds / spin lazily on their orbit, the way the sun / breathes onto the trees that have already bloomed—
I want / This body to buoy me / Forever.
That’s all for today. Thanks for being here.