Name: A Burst of Light
ISBN: 9780486818993

Audre Lorde

Moving, incisive, and enduringly relevant writings by the African-American poet and feminist include her thoughts on the radical implications of self-care and living with cancer as well as essays on racism, lesbian culture, and political activism.

And Other Essays

A Burst of Light

Much of the gay white movement seeks to	be included in the American dream and is angered when they do not receive the standard white male privileges, misnamed as “American democracy.” Often, white gay men are working not to change the system. This is one of the reasons why the	gay male movement is as white as it is. Black gay men recognize, again by the facts of survival, that being Black, they are not going to be included in the same way.

In the 1960s, when liberal white people decided that they didn’t want to appear racist,	they	wore dashikis, and danced Black, and ate Black, and even married Black, but they did not want to feel Black or think Black, so they never even questioned the textures of their daily living (why should flesh-colored Band-Aids always be pink?) and then they wondered, “Why are those Black folks always taking offense so easily at the least little thing? Some of our best friends are Black…”

It feels as if underlining	these assaults, lining them up one after the other and looking at them squarely might give them an unbearable power. Yet I know exactly the opposite is true—no matter how difficult it may be to look at the realities of our lives, it is there that we will find the strength to change them. And to suppress any truth is to give it power beyond endurance.

I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor!

As a	living creature I am part of two kinds of forces—growth and decay, sprouting and withering, living and dying, and at any given moment of our lives, each one of us is actively located somewhere along a continuum between these two forces.

This is why the work is	so important. Its power doesn’t lie in the me that lives in the words so much as in the heart’s blood pumping behind the eye that is reading, the muscle behind the desire that is sparked by the word—hope as a living state that propels us, open-eyed and fearful, into all the battles of our lives. And some of those battles we do not win. But some of them we do.

When I am next to	the sea, the wide spread of water laps over me with an enduring peace and excitement that feels like finding some precious rock in the earth, a sense of touching something that is most essentially me in a place where my past and my future intersect along the present. The present, that line of stress and connection and performance, the intense crashing now. Yet only earth and sky last forever, and the ocean joins them.

In the bleakest days I am kept afloat, maintained, empowered, by the positive energies of so many women who carry the breath of my loving like firelight in their strong hair.

And	all power is relative. Recognizing the existence as well as the limitations of my own	power, and accepting the responsibility for using it in my own behalf, involve me in direct and daily actions that preclude denial as a possible refuge. Simone de Beauvoir’s words echo in my head: “It is in the recognition of the genuine conditions of our lives that we gain the strength to act and our motivation for change.”

The tensions created inside	me by the contradictions is another source of energy and learning. I have always known I learn my most lasting lessons about difference by closely attending the ways in which the differences inside me lie down together.

The author discusses her life as a Black lesbian, her struggle against cancer, sadomasochism within the gay community, and apartheid and its relationship to racism in American society

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Cindy

I've always admired the sturdiness of Audre Lorde's words. Nearly fifty years later, the truth in her words holds up, even when she speaks of apartheid or 60s-era civil rights. There's an uncanniness to her insights that surpasses the trappings of time.

That said, A Burst of Light is a far more personal lens into Audre Lorde. It does not necessarily feel cohesive as a collection (the best part is the journal portion, which felt like the meat of the collection), but the content more than makes up for it. That said, all three essays are excellent and her journal entries are thoughtful meditations on living with cancer.

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