The What Else of Queer Poetry
WHETTING EXCERPTS:
…In queer poetry, desire blooms, and yes, I may just marry my dog—
…Beyond that debate, we remain, in all our queerness, anomalies writing aloud the unimagined territories that language spearheads and explores. They may fear adventure in my world, but I inhabit theirs in multiple ways—and am them.
…Queer poets especially locate practical alternative means for production and distribution of our work. These methods typically supersede the accolade-driven capitalist mainstream venues for poetry.
…A queer poetry is one of the very few realms of human conception not beholden to reifying the ideal “what is” or obeying the stultifying rules of specific schools of thought; in that knowledge and with such a history of subversive freedom, we are able to emerge and push past the naming of repressions and injustices; we are able to pursue the what else.
–CONTINUED at Free Verse (here).
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Amy King is the recipient of the 2015 Winner of the Women’s National Book Association (WNBA) Award. Her latest collection, The Missing Museum, is a winner of the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize. She co-edited with Heidi Lynn Staples the anthology Big Energy Poets of the Anthropocene: When Ecopoets Think Climate Change. She also co-edits the anthology series, Bettering American Poetry, and is a professor of creative writing at SUNY Nassau Community College.
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It’s a way to explore that which cannot be spoken otherwise, and to break apart the language and its boundaries. I liked your post :D
Thanks!
The first line here is superb.. ‘past naming and repressions’ too.. i experience a simultaneous letting go and reverence towards writing.. it breeds itself and breathes.. writing so needs it.. hip hip Amy Darling.. i do not know you well but your lines evoke the familiar.. fragile as it may be.. thank you.
Very kind, Arpine!