She wrote this essay after a false cancer scare; confronted with her own morality, she came more fully into herself and into her voice. When we look at the world around us, we see that we need to keep stepping forward, showing up. Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, or death. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end.
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To ask other readers questions about The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action , please sign up. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Jan 11, charlie shaw rated it really liked it Shelves: school-the-essay. Feb 11, Fiana rated it it was amazing. Mar 30, Nuha A. Lorde was arguing to make us hear her voice, she was talking while she knew that this words could be the last thing we can touch that came from her.
I can talk, I can share, but I don't think that I feel free enough to speak up the way she did. Sharing is useful, we all must share and help each other to speak up loudly. For us, and for Audre Lorde. May 31, Maddy rated it it was amazing. I originally read this essay as part of Sister Outsider and I return to it now for guidance amid current events.
My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging I originally read this essay as part of Sister Outsider and I return to it now for guidance amid current events.
But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences. And it was the concern and caring of all those women which gave me strength and enabled me to scrutinize the essentials of my living. What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence?
Perhaps for some of you here today, I am the face of one of your fears. Because I am woman, because I am Black, because I am lesbian, because I am myself - a Black woman warrior poet doing my work - come to ask you, are you doing yours? Sep 29, Tanisia01 rated it it was amazing. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end. Death, on the other hand, is the final silence.
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Readers also enjoyed. About Audre Lorde. Audre Lorde. Audre Lorde is a revolutionary Black feminist. Lorde's poetry was published very regularly during the s — in Langston Hughes' 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. 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.
The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action
But against these fecund conceptions of silence stands silence of a very different kind — the oppressive muting of dissenting, divergent, and minority voices, imposed first from the outside and then from the inside. I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect. I am standing here as a Black lesbian poet, and the meaning of all that waits upon the fact that I am still alive, and might not have been. Lorde is writing shortly after her doctor discovered a tumor that turned out to be benign but forced her to confront her mortality in the agonizing three-week period of uncertainty. She reflects on the sobering urgency into which the experience shook her:.
The Transformation of Silence Into Language and Action
I would like to preface my remarks on the transformation of silence into language and action with a poem. Nobody wants to die on the way and caught between ghosts of whiteness and the real water none of us wanted to leave our bones on the way to salvation three planets to the left a century of light years ago our spices are separate and particular but our skins sine in complimentary keys at a quarter to eight mean time we were telling the same stories over and over and over. Broken down gods survive in the crevasses and mudpots of every beleaguered city where it is obvious there are too many bodies to cart to the ovens or gallows and our uses have become more important than our silence after the fall too many empty cases of blood to bury or burn there will be no body left to listen and our labor has become more important than our silence. I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect.
I use her words as a road map to help me transform even the most painful silences. Although I feared speaking my truth as a teenager, journal writing gave me space to find concise language for my experience. I spent more time telling the truth in my journal than I did to people. In that sense, I wrote my truth before I spoke it. Since then writing, activism and teaching have been a constant threat to my silence and conformity. My silences had not protected me.