Grab some tea, this may be a long post and not particularly linear. It also may challenge a few of you in ways you did not anticipate I would do, being a white, straight, cisgendered (same gender I was born with), Midwestern, suburb dwelling, middle aged woman.
I was recently introduced to the poetry of Eli Clare, a white, disabled, genderqueer poet and essayist. Eli's newest release, a compilation of poetry entitled The Marrow's Telling, is incredibly moving. I actually sat up on my roof to read it. Just felt like the right place to be. (My roofing season is almost over for the year, quite sadly). Eli speaks quite powerfully and poignantly about the experience of being disabled, of being sexually abused, genderqueer, losing a child, being a peace advocate...Oh my, that sounds like such a depressing read when I write it out like that but it is so beautifully written. Somehow it blasts you and challenges you without feeling at all militant or hostile. And not every poem is a blast. Some are quite tender. I came away feeling that Eli is an incredibly compassionate individual, highly intelligent, and not afraid of any question. There are lines in there that I won't soon forget.
And this is leading me to the VERY beginning stages of investigating more transgendered writers as well as disabled poets and essayists.
Why?
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