@DarkMatterRage #TwitterPoetry: LOST IN (TRANS)LATION

I went home to my family of origin this past week and found every interaction seasoned with politics. I decided to write some short #TwitterPoetry to capture those every day moments of intimacy that often go unnoticed but mean so much for us as queers going home.

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In its past form, “Baby” mostly shared the qualities of a malted milkshake, thick with sugary viscosity and yet somehow weightless, completely bereft of grit.

Pitchfork on Baby,” Ariel Pink covering Donnie & Joe Emerson

"Blue Black Boy" by Carrie Mae Weems

Wrist-blade fighting. Leni Riefenstahl’s People of the Kau, 1974.

Samba Kone by Ashley Sky Walker & Nick Perkins

Roberto Azank
Tulip Peony, 2005

Opening Ceremony 2013

Yue Minjun, Sky, 1997.

You, said Isaiah.

No answer.

I cannot hear you, Isaiah spoke again under the Branch.

Light bleached open the night camera.

God arrived.

God smashed Isaiah like glass through every socket of his nation.

Liar! said God.

Isaiah put his hands on his coat, he put his hand on his face.

Isaiah is a small man, said Isaiah, but no liar.

God paused.

And so that was their contract.

Brittle on both sides, no lying.

Anne Carson, The Book of isaiaI

I am not the water—
I am the wave,
and rage
is the force that moves me.

Susan Stryker, “My Words to Victor Frankenstein above the Village of Chamounix”

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God 

Poverty too, like feminism, is often framed as an identity problem. As though the poor had not been created by injustice but are a lost tribe who just happen to exist, and can be rescued in the short term by a system of grievance redressal (administered by NGOs on an individual, person-to-person basis), and whose long-term resurrection will come from Good Governance — under the regime of Global Corporate Capitalism, it goes without saying.

Arundhati Roy, Capitalism: A Ghost Story