I started a contest to make a difficult situation fun during what I affectionately named The Great Cellulitis Case of 2012. Each day a different coworker had the chance to decorate my 2pm Vancomycin bulb. It was cute t0 see how people were genuinely excited to participate, and it did make a difficult situation fun. At times, it was downright funny as people became competitive.
Now, it is time to name a winner. I need your assistance in naming a winner to the contest, so please get your vote on before 11:59pm on 5/15/12.
I was nervous as I approached the door to the DRCC, noting my surroundings–a buzzer on one side of the door and a small plaque on the other side stating the building was built in 1989. I knew this would be an emotional visit, but what I didn’t expect was how the since of empowerment I would feel after the tour would wash away my initial feelings of sorrow that stirred as I went back to an uncomfortable storage place of memories in my mind. Part of my tour included the DRCC’s Clothesline Project that started in 1995. As each client finishes her/his therapy sessions at the DRCC she/he is invited to decorate a t-shirt. Ms. Miller emphasized that no form of censorship is enforced from the center– this comment seemed to touch me. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, and I find censorship disturbing. Maybe it’s because I understand to overcome something as a horrendous as rape one can’t also be a victim of censorship. Maybe it’s a blend of both as well as other factors. I was moved to tears as we walked down the hall where a number of shirts form the Clothesline Project are displayed. I walked slowly. I took in the messages—feeling a sense of understanding of the pain that each shirt held but also the triumph that the creators must have felt to be in a place to share this painful part of their lives with the world. The Clothesline Project is why I’m writing this post. There are hundreds of shirts in the Clothesline Project, and these shirts must be shared. I hope you’ll take a couple of minutes to watch the slideshow below to view a handful of the shirts from this important project.
One dollar for each copy of To The One Who Raped Me that is purchased through Sibling Rivalry Press’s website will be donated to the DRCC. I’m excited about this initiative and owe a huge thank you to SRP mastermind, Bryan Borland.
Jericho Brown worked as the speechwriter for the Mayor of New Orleans before receiving his PhD in Creative Writing and Literature from the University of Houston. He also holds an MFA from the University of New Orleans and a BA from Dillard University. The recipient of the Whiting Writers Award and fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Radcliffe Institute at Harvard University, the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and the Krakow Poetry Seminar in Poland, Brown is an Assistant Professor at the University of San Diego. His poems have appeared in journals and anthologies including, The American Poetry Review, jubilat, Oxford American, Ploughshares, A Public Space, and 100 Best African American Poems. His first book, PLEASE (New Issues), won the American Book Award.
Denise Asks: Why the scarecrow and not Dorothy? (Nicely played, sir.)
Is this a two-part question?
Is it rude to answer a question with a question?
If so, I apologize.
I felt ugly.
Dorothy is pretty.
Persona means mask.
A poem in the voice of Diana Ross had already been written.
Poems in the voices of Diana Ross and Dorothy by a black gay man is too much camp for even a girl scout.
Also, Eliot’s “Hollow Men.”
I love Eliot’s “Hollow Men.
When I said ugly, I meant broken…I mean barely put together.
I mean that I could see other people see ugly when they looked at me, when they put me together, and I believed them enough to need a vehicle that could properly carry all the ugly I was.
And of course, “Keeping Things Whole.”
What else might be in Mark Strand’s field where he is the absence of field?
I love “Keeping Things Whole” almost as much as I love my love-hate relationship to Mark Strand.
Eliot and Strand.
And a Southern Black Baptist Church.
And now that I’ve used the word “black” twice…
What was the last movie you watched? Do you recommend it?