all yr hurt flows
after Anne
Boyer
“Intellectual
women who have feelings like THE COW. Gay men like THE COW. Men who
like to have sex with women who have a lot of feelings like THE COW.
People who like things with good style and no typos do not like THE COW.
I can sympathize with them, but those people are not my problem.” - Ariana
Reines
Some people
don't like my writing.
Intellectual
women who have feelings don't like my writing. Gay men do not like my writing.
Men who like to have sex with women who have a lot of feelings do not like my
writing. People who like things with good style and no typos do not like my
writing. I can sympathize with them,
But I'd like to
know why I feel people's eyes glazing over when I say things like “I'm oriental.”
For some reason
that makes people feel like they don't need my story.
& in the weather pattern
made
by your guilt or
curiosity
piqued by
my LOVING de-formed
alienation
I'd like to show
that alienation is a writing prompt
I want to not be
afraid of the reserves of alienation I hold
in my body
I want to listen
to it and let it come out like music
I dream poetry
that colonizes the internet like a wound
Where nothing
goes viral like discontent
Spreading from
eyes to stomach to heart to head to mouth, to each mouth
So that whenever
one opens their mouth in shock or horror or disgust or outrage
That there are
words
ready, words to
give speech to the speechless & phrases for tears
words for the
numb
I want people so
open & porous to each other
that a shock to
one body
is a shock to
the entire network,
where the things
that get amplified
are cries of
injustice
(Can the
People's Mic accommodate everything?)
(Mother, I have
within me
voices and
visions.)
It will be so
much of everything all the time.
It will be over
over overwhelming
and de de de destabilizing
And all the
things you thought you wanted or needed
will come to seem strange,
stranger
than bad writing, or good writing,
writing
that's more than good
Questions of
craft will be made irrelevant
& the hungry
will be
given food, just to make
the
shock
stop
& the hatred
of rapists & abusers & bullies & war makers will be visible &
known
there will be an
enormous transmission of public anger
when the public
is so angry that it becomes a real war against those who hate us
when the sick
are so loud in their neediness that every spare resource is given for their
comfort
and when the
babies cry we do not enjoy their song but we respond because their cry has
lodged inside of us
& laughter,
too, will spread as earthquakes spread –
we will
especially laugh when things are true.
It
is not difficult to get the news from poems.
No
poetry but in lives.
Poetry becomes
the sublimely useful tool
I remember when
we came out in public and found
that we each
bore
important
messages.
(What “we?”)
Debbie Hu lives in New Zealand. Her blog is http://areyouoverityet.tumblr.com and she tweets as @debbiehu. She has a book forthcoming from Perfect Lovers Press called Airy Baby: An Equel to the Ate Nipple? // I Don Really Believe in Books.
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