Audre Lorde - The complete last reading in Berlin

Audre Lorde’s last reading took place in September 1992,
two months before her death, in the apartment of
Dagmar Schultz and Ika Hügel-Marshall. A few friends
and colleagues from Orlanda publishing house were present.
Audre dedicated the reading to the women in Soweto,
South Africa with whom she was closely connected. We sent
them a video tape of the reading.

[@jesipohl6717]

Without Audre, as a trans person, I do not believe there would be so much space left for me in Berlin. I escaped the midwest to survive here and she made it possible, an intersectional pioneer. Through tears, I wish she was through some miracle still with us. May Ayim too.

[@jamesallen16]

She was the only black female poet mentioned, albeit haltingly, by my poetry professor in college, 1976. Audrey was lesbian, activist, would not be silenced. I never forgot the name and as soon as I could obtain a copy of Black Unicorn I knew I could not remain in the town of my first 25 years. This, my token of appreciation to her, decades later. The Healing Sorrow I own a pewter goblet purchased in Rome when I was seventeen. It sits behind a book dedicated to friends who have moved on. In secret I use it, my despair fills to the edge then runs down the sides as I remember those lost to me who I loved. I understand the mechanism, the release of hormones the neurology of hurt and of repair. Still, I am that "Black Unicorn" Audrey has my number, for those of us like me the ocean is a receptacle, electrolytes trying to reestablish stasis. c. James C. Allen, FIPF

[@dalalalfares6516]

poems 1:14 ECHOES 3:41 Party Time 7:12 Prism 9:04 1984 12:27 Restoration, a memoriam 16:29 East Berlin December 19:20 Lady of the night 21:40 Today is not the day

[@endviolence101]

Thank you!

[@kyraocity]

2:16 Listening in that fine space....the grave stillness before choice.

[@staciwashington3212]

Mirror A poem by Staci C. Washington 3/18/22 There is a day That face At the Window Darkened Him By reflection unknown. Yet likened to Sunlight On cardboard an Eclipse Of nature's Harkening It bleaches and beseeches. An atomated heart So New Pounding at Burnt roots of the Soul african. So I sang that song Fantastic As I walked Into the gas glass shelf Of flatulence And fame. I will not die for you You cannot die for me I am It does seem hat picture of you Foriegn.

[@TizianaDellaRovere]

I love her so much. She is a precious jewel, a resplendent soul, a courageous heart , a vision of profound beauty. I wish I could have met her in person. She left this world a better place.

[@hernanrobertomedinarodrigu2695]

LA MUJER YA ENCONTRÓ LA IGUALDAD. AHORA LE HACE FALTA ES CREER QUE LO LOGRÓ Y ARRIESGASRSE A LA COMPETITIVADA HUMANA, EN EL TRABAJO, EN ELHOGAR, EN LOS PUESTOS DE MANDO.

[@ing_at]

A treasure beyond words

[@atomspies]

thank you bless you Audre

[@Geekmedia_]

She needs a glass of water

[@b.bailey8244]

the cancer she fought for 14 years did this to her voice.