Anindita Sengupta
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Anindita Sengupta
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#poetrycommunity | #photography | #collage | Author of ONLY THE FOREST KNOWS (Paperwall), WALK LIKE MONSTERS (Paperwall), and CITY OF WATER (Sahitya Academy). She / her. Los Angeles, California. Photography account is @lilith_and_blues on IG.
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Thank you! Yes, it’s lovely.
March 20, 2025 at 6:16 PM
lilithblues.bsky.social
Omg, thank you. I’m so sorry about your dad passing and the grief. I’m glad the poem resonated.
March 20, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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torrin a greathouse (@tagreathouse.bsky.social)
In an Operating Room Outside of the Cis Woman's Imagination In an operating room outside of the cis woman's imagination, no tray of organs-severed. No blood for her to leaden with a massacre's name. After anesthesia, nothing is removed. Nothing wasted. Instead, skin budded inward, a rose blooming into its own mouth. While the patient is still sedated, the doctor scalpels genesis, sutures her body toward the truth. There is no organ severed & named a weapon for the convenience of a body's disposal. No organ severed & speaking at all. Made a puppet in the lazy pantomime of metaphor. If anything is cut away, let it be the word his from the tip of the cis woman's tongue. Let it be her tongue. If anything speaks, let it be the new & perfect organ, who says /I was a Georgia O'Keefe painting dressed in drag & now, darlings see how I bloom, how my petals slowdance the breeze./ The cis woman's severed tongue says nothing—least of all to name trans women animals. The poem is about imagination? Right? I want to tell you that I believe the tongue would whisper I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not willing to lie.
February 19, 2025 at 2:26 AM
lilithblues.bsky.social
Thank you!
February 19, 2025 at 2:54 AM
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maeveynot.bsky.social
susan stryker, _my words to victor frankenstein above the village of chamounix_ (as quoted in @onionflower.bsky.social’s _sea-witch_ but i had the rest handy from the other day)
I want to lay claim to the dark power of my monstrous identity without using it as a weapon against others or being wounded by it myself. I will say this as bluntly as I know how: I am a transsexual, and therefore I am a monster… A creature, after all, in the dominant tradition of Western European culture, is nothing other than a created being, a made thing… being called a “creature” suggests the lack or loss of a superior personhood. I find no shame, however, in acknowledging my egalitarian relationship with non-human material Being; everything emerges from the same matrix of possibilities. “Monster” is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, “divine portent,” itself formed on the root of the verb monere, “to warn.” It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strik- ingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event. Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, “Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening.” Hearken unto me, fellow creatures. I who have dwelt in a form unmatched with my desire, I whose flesh has become an assemblage of incongruous anatomical parts, I who achieve the similitude of a natural body only through an unnatural process, I offer you this warning: the Nature you bedevil me with is a lie. Do not trust it to protect you from what I represent, for it is a fabrication that cloaks the groundlessness of the privilege you seek to maintain for yourself at my expense. You are as constructed as me; the same anarchic Womb has birthed us both. I call upon you to investigate your nature as I have been compelled to confront mine. I challenge you to risk abjection and flourish as well as have I. Heed my words, and you may well discover the seams and sutures in yourself.
February 19, 2025 at 2:32 AM