My meandery re-reading of Audre Lorde’s essays began with musings on her birthday, followed by “Notes from a Trip to Russia” and “Poetry Is Not a Luxury”.
“Even if you’re new to Audre Lorde, you’ve probably seen this passage of hers quoted: “I was going to die, if not sooner than later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.” Just the other month, Joseph Osmondson wrote about this for Electric Lit: “Writing Private Illness Reminds Us That Silence Will Not Protect Us.”
Like “Poetry Is Not a Luxury,” this is a short essay. One of those that resists isolating a passage, because it all fits so neatly together. Lorde is describing a process, and examining only one element of that process seems to minimize the whole. Because once she realizes “I am not only a casualty, I am also a warrior,” the momentum has already gathered.
“What are the words you do not yet have?” She asks, outwardly.
“What do you need to say?” She continues, inviting participation.
“What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence?”
There, now, we can sit: reflect, ponder, contemplate.
But that’s only part of the essay’s intent: “Perhaps for some of you here today, I am the face of one of your fears. Because I am woman, because I am Black, because I am lesbian, because I am myself—a Black woman warrior poet doing my work—come to ask you, are you doing yours?”
There is a break.
A space.
And when Lorde resumes, she does so like this: “And of course I am afraid, because the transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation, and that always seems fraught with danger.”
That space on the page is where we, as readers, had the opportunity to make our excuses.
To explain away our voicelessness and inactivity. To tell ourselves that she is someone extraordinary, someone who is not afraid, someone who is uniquely qualified to speak and to act.
But, after that brief recess, during which time she anticipated excuses and laments, she resumes her narrative, reveals her vulnerability and reminds us of our collective and individual responsibility to make change.
“And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives. That we not hide behind the mockeries of separations that have been imposed upon us and which so often we accept as our own. For instance, “I can’t possibly teach Black women’s writing—their experience is so different from mine. Yet how many years have you spent teaching Plato and Shakespeare and Proust? Or another. “She’s a white woman and what could she possibly have to say to me?” Or, “She’s a lesbian, what would my husband say, or my chairman?” Or again, “this woman writes of her sons and I have no children.” And all the other endless ways in which we rob ourselves of ourselves and each other.”
She does not stand apart from the crowd when she exposes this responsibility. Readers understand that she has posed some of these questions to herself as well.
And she does not claim that it is easy (nor natural), but something that can be learned, which is perhaps the most hopeful aspect of this short piece:
“We can learn to work and speak when we are afraid in the same way we have learned to work and speak when we are tired.”
Even though I haven’t read any of her work myself, I love when you analyze her writing because every quote you include is so powerful! She sounds like a fantastic writer, it makes me want to pick up some poetry actually, and just sit with the words.
Thanks, Anne. They’re very short essays. Are you still doing your morning reading sessions?
Yes I am! I wake up at 5am now, do a bit of reading/blogging, and then work out around 6:15, so I’m ready for 7am when the rest of the household wakes up 🙂 I go to bed super early though, lights out by 9;30
We have the same bedtime (heheheh) but I sleep in later than you and workout much later. How do you keep yourself from just losing that cordoned off time to online frittering?
Hmm honestly it isn’t easy, but I’m actually debating closing down my instagram account so I have fewer ‘places’ I have to post my reviews, so I can just stick to the blog, and the books. You will see why I’m debating closing some of my social media accounts after you read my review of The Chaos Machine!
Phew, well of course you knew I had to go and check that out right away! For anyone who wants to read Anne’s thoughts on The Chaos Machine, you can follow this link.
If I had anything worth betting, I would bet that you’re not going to leave the IG party. Because if you have FOMO while you’re on it, imagine how you’d feel without it. Oh, nevermind. Heheh But if you do, imagine all the time you’ll “rediscover”!
I don’t mind reading Black women and lesbians. What I avoid is old white guys – I don’t think people like me have anything to say to me at all. Probably because I already know it all, or am not willing to admit that I don’t.
I like the idea that silence won’t save us. I am not particularly silent but nor am I active, and like everyone else will be submerged sooner rather than later by the coming tidal waves of climate change (literally!) and the fascist surveillance state.
It’s hard to find a balance, though, because of course excluding anyone because of superficial markers of identity (regardless of which “group”) doesn’t change the dynamics of saying that some people matter and others do not.
We could all be more active. I’m always trying to do more, too, and simultaneously, always feeling that it’s not enough.
It’s a beautiful and powerful essay.
Also, the notes in your notebook are so neat and tidy!
And still relevant.
The overleaf is nothing but scribbles. 😀
Quietly powerful, particularly the point that we can learn to speak when we are afraid. Seems pertinent in the age of social media.
I’ve been amazed by how frequently I think that she was writing about TODAY in these essays. Hopefully others continue to discover her work freshly, even while others are revisiting and rediscovering.