Apogee Journal

By Christopher Soto So a couple days ago was Audre Lorde’s 80th birthday. Yay! And I’ve been reading/meditating on some of her works, such as ‘Poetry Is Not a Luxury’ — which is an essay filled with knowledge such as: “…for it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which are, until the poem, nameless and formless-about to be birthed, but already felt.” AND “… within structures defined by profit, by linear power, by institutional dehumanization, our feelings were not meant to survive.” Damn. And I have been thinking about such quotes, as they pertain to my current MFA life. As I look at my student debt climb tens of thousands of dollars. As I struggle to find a job which would help me alleviate such debt. Or maybe find some money to invest in my poetry career? I read a study by the Williams Institute at UCLA called ‘Beyond Stereotypes: Poverty in the LGBT Community.’ My eyes scan a line that states, “transgender people of color had an unemployment rate of four times the national average.” … But I don’t identify as transgender. I identify as a gender-fluid jot@. And so, what does this study mean...

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Valentine's Series: The Sound Of It by Melody Nixon

Apogee Journal

14 Feb 2014

In honor of Valentine’s Day, all this week on our blog we’ll be posting pieces from our January 31st reading on intercultural dating and relationships. This is the final post in the series, by Editor-At-Large Melody Nixon. “Did you see that piece last night about the titties? That whole TV3 show?” Wiremu keeps his voice low so’s not to get Mr. Bun’s attention. “Fuckin’ all shapes and sizes, eh bro. Fuck. Some HUGE ones.” The Maori boys always sit in a row behind me and my mostly Pakeha—white—friends in Science. The tall desks are rigid in rational rows, we can’t turn to really talk. We just listen. The Maori boys sit in a row behind us and look at the outlines of our backs. We turn around sometimes, when Mr. Bun isn’t looking, when Mr. Bun isn’t yelling. We want to check out their faces, see their eyes. Argue with them, ’cause they’re boys. “At least have the dignity,” says Magnolia, who’s sitting next to me and is taking a moment to try out feminism, “at least have the dignity to call them breasts,” she says to Wiremu. She’s fifteen, we’re all fifteen. “Well fuck, breasts then,” says Wiremu, and...

Valentine's Series: Two Poems by Marina Blitshteyn

Apogee Journal

14 Feb 2014

In honor of Valentine’s Day, all this week on our blog we’ll be posting pieces from our January 31st reading on intercultural dating and relationships. Identity Love Poem It’s not true that when I love you I don’t see race or ethnicity To overlook it would be to ignore the structures that shaped you Outside a bar in Buffalo some kids yell something at us from their car It’s a little hurt but we say they wish they were as fly as us In my favorite city you read Race Matters on the train back Somewhere in Toronto couples astound me, you blame history A little hurt but we both confess to loving this country after all Here we’ve become accustomed to asking ourselves questions What would our parents say? Do we have anything to declare? How do we know each other? I mean really know each other I want to see clearly how it felt All those lifetimes without me I want all of the hurts to know And I want everybody to know it So what else could I ask for? A million ordinary things together A million ordinary...

Poetry As Class Privilege: Words Inspired by Audre Lorde

Valentine's Series: The Sound Of It by Melody Nixon

Valentine's Series: Two Poems by Marina Blitshteyn

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