"As a deep expression of the human mind and as a universal art, poetry is a tool for dialogue and rapprochement. The dissemination of poetry helps to promote dialogue among cultures and understanding between peoples because it gives access to the authentic expression of a language."
Irina Bokova, Director-General of UNESCO
Message for the World Poetry Day
Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals, everywhere in the world, share the same questions and feelings.
Poetry is the mainstay of oral tradition and, over centuries, can communicate the innermost values of diverse cultures.
In celebrating World Poetry Day, March 21, UNESCO recognizes the unique ability of poetry to capture the creative spirit of the human mind.
A decision to proclaim 21 March as World Poetry Day was adopted during UNESCO’s 30th session held in Paris in 1999.
One of the main objectives of the Day is to support linguistic diversity through poetic expression and to offer endangered languages the opportunity to be heard within their communities.
The observance of World Poetry Day is also meant to encourage a return to the oral tradition of poetry recitals, to promote the teaching of poetry, to restore a dialogue between poetry and the other arts such as theatre, dance, music and painting, and to support small publishers and create an attractive image of poetry in the media, so that the art of poetry will no longer be considered an outdated form of art, but one which enables society as a whole to regain and assert its identity.
So let’s bring on some bisexual poetry today!
When I help a woman on with her jacket,
my sexuality grabs my gender identity
and waltzes it around the room.
I’m a woman, but there’s a man in me.
He’s a bit of a fop, sort of a pansy.
He might be a fag.
Why shouldn’t everything about me be fluid?
I’m a squishy skin-bag of water and salt,
ocean inside and out.
As a child, I was sure I was a boy.
The heroes of all the best books were boys.
I pretty much lived in my head, what I read.
Now I feel more like a woman –
except around straight women.
Then I feel like a butch lunk.
My husband thinks I’m a femme
because I wear lavender, (color and scent),
and ask him to open jars.
All roads meet in me:
butch when I wake up,
femme at lunch.
Androgynous at dinner,
totally trans all night .
Can I get that door for you?
Jan Steckel, 2010
First appeared in BiWomen
Amen, Louis Pasteur.
I saw this poster at a queer bar in Paris and it made me really happy. (Sorry for the shitty quality, it hangs high up on the wall and the lighting there is not the best). Basically, the person in the front (not sure who it is) says “Bisexuals don’t exist” and Batman is like, ”Shut your mouth” and slaps them. So yeah, this made me really happy, I thought I’d share.
OMG how awesome that a queer bar would have this!
A poem I wrote a while back that I’m still a little in love with. Black bi ladies, sex work and unrequited love.
'The Whore of Babylon was a very nice girl'
She tells me
Cleaning the glitter from her face.
Every night it’s the same
I am there, watching her…
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it. - Michelle K., Some (via shakingpalms)