Contrechant

by Audre Lorde

Une anthologie illustrée des poèmes de Audre Lorde, poétesse incontournable des luttes intersectionnelles ! Militante, prophétique, brûlante, sensuelle : la poésie de Audre Lorde est une explosion en plein coeur.

224 pages, Paperback

Published May 5, 2023

About the author

Audre Lorde was a revolutionary Black feminist. Lorde's poetry was published very regularly during the 1960s — in Langston Hughes' 1962 New Negro Poets, USA; in several foreign anthologies; and in black literary magazines. During this time, she was politically active in civil rights, anti-war, and feminist movements. Her first volume of poetry, The First Cities (1968), was published by the Poet's Press and edited by Diane di Prima, a former classmate and friend from Hunter College High School. Dudley Randall, a poet and critic, asserted in his review of the book that Lorde "does not wave a black flag, but her blackness is there, implicit, in the bone."

Her second volume, Cables to Rage (1970), which was mainly written during her tenure at Tougaloo College in Mississippi, addressed themes of love, betrayal, childbirth and the complexities of raising children. It is particularly noteworthy for the poem "Martha", in which Lorde poetically confirms her homosexuality: "[W]e shall love each other here if ever at all." Later books continued her political aims in lesbian and gay rights, and feminism. In 1980, together with Barbara Smith and Cherríe Moraga, she co-founded Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press, the first U.S. publisher for women of colour. Lorde was State Poet of New York from 1991 to 1992.

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Reviews

[Juexist julia · Rating 4 out of 5]

Magnifique ! Tant d’images mentales et de beauté !

[Alamein · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Est prisonnier pour toujours
celui qui tolère son propre gâchis.
Pluie lessivant la terre      faute
de racines pour la retenir
enfants assassinées
avant que leur vie ne commence."

"Toujours
au milieu
de nos combats les plus sanglants
tu déposes les armes
comme des mines en fleurs"

"Depuis
je ne distingue plus
qu’un fil dans le cours des heures
toi        passant de soi en soi
jusqu’à Toi."

"J’ai besoin de toi. Pour quoi ?
N’y avait-il pas de meilleur endroit
où creuser pour trouver ta virilité
que dans mes os de femme ?"


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(note to self : à relire absolument ⬇️
-Charbon 
-Les bons mirroirs ne dont pas donnés 
-Par une nuit de pleine lune
-Besoin urgent)