Hold the British Museum accountable for copyright and moral rights infringement and the erasure of feminist poet Qiu Jin!
Recently, I discovered that the British Museum's "China's Hidden Century" exhibit used my published translations of Chinese feminist poet Qiu Jin's poetry without contacting me, and thus without any permission, credit, or payment.
How is it possible that poems were written in the Auschwitz camp? Who wrote them? How did they survive? – these and other questions are answered by our new English-Polish-Swedish publication:
“The Notebook with the Poems from Auschwitz”
The 32-page notebook contains 17 camp poems written in various hand writings.
I'm a former teacher and nonviolence facilitator. I blog prolifically and create lotsa videos. I self-publish, and am trying to get a literary agent interested in my new novel... I like word play, so feel free to scroll past my silly puns.
What else? I'm an old punk rocker, a social justice activist and I eat vast quantities of #chocolate. Also, I write a lot about #ocd
okay hi I made a new thing and I'm pleased to announce it: https://blackout.tilde.town . It's a tool for making blackout poetry using nine million chunks of text extracted from project gutenberg.
It's both an authoring tool and an exploration tool.
It doesn't really work on phones yet is the one thing. I'll work on that next week ^_^()
Mastodon, I need your help. I'm looking to relocate to a new instance to start off the new year but there's so many to choose from. What's a good fit for me? I'm a #scottish expat, currently living in #Seattle. I toot about #politics, #music, #poetry, running a #smallbusiness, and the occasional #meme. I am a member of the #lgbtq community, and a proud #trans woman. I have two #cats and a #husband who I love dearly and in very different ways. I tend to post with a heavy dose of #wit &/or #snark.
"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
Life, p. 6 - Collected Poems (1993)
American lyric poet Emily Dickinson died #OTD in 1888. Although she wrote 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.
Do not stand at your bowl and meow.
I gave you food. It's in there now.
I feed you at the dawning light,
I feed you at the fall of night.
I feed you kibbles mixed with meat
And wet food for a special treat.
I feed you even though you scoff
At all the food within your trough.
I feed you and still yet you yell
Like as a beast from deepest hell.
Do not stand at your bowl and cry.
I gave you food. You will not die.
Born 106 years ago this month, Gwendolyn Brooks is one of the most influential & widely read 20th century poets. With over 20 published books, she earned immense respect during her lifetime. For 32 years, she was the poet laureate of IL. She was the FIRST Black poet to be awarded the Pulitzer Prize and the FIRST Black woman named as the Library of Congress’ Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry.
Growing up, someone was always telling her that she wouldn’t be able to make a living by #writing, regardless of which kind of writing she did. “I said, ‘OK, but what if I do them all?’”
"Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral" by Phillis Wheatley, Negro Servant to Mr. John Wheatley, of Boston, in New England was published #OTD in 1773.
Phillis Wheatley was the first professional African-American woman poet in America and the first African-American woman whose writings were published. via @wikipedia
I kind of want to be a tree. I want to be accepted for staying where I am and just being. Not expected to become a different tree with more leaves and a “better” tree title.
And maybe my growth is only seasonal. Maybe, sometimes, I’m just trying to survive the winter, and no one expects me to be in perpetual spring. And as my leaves color the landscape and capture your eyes, I show you there can be beauty in withering, even in death. I show you that you can still love me even when I struggle, or fail.