In December, we published Four Poems by Lisa Marie Basile from “Andalucia”. You can read the four poems here and buy the book here.
1. How does no one mean to carry their burdens to good places?
The first time I left the country I experienced the self-damaging nature of my psyche. I realized we are responsible for the prolonging of our own suffering, and that is hard for me, as I was born a then-Catholic, blood-lusting, grudge-holding Italian.
I have had suffered from ‘fear’ for all of my life — fear of my own desires, fear to get onto a plane, fear of failure, fear of not being able to navigate life fully in another language, fear of exploration.
One day I bought a ticket to Mexico. I would be there for about a month. I sat on the steps of a Cathedral at noon. There were perfect trees and stray dogs sitting beside me, and the whole place was conducive to some perceived-holiness that is, whether you are religious or not, purifying. Here were people whose money bought them almost nothing. They managed to remain happy enough in many ways.
But I still was sad. I felt as though I recreated the location as a funnel for my pain rather than letting the place’s beauty exist on its own. So, we do burden some ‘good places’ with what we carry there. I think it is important to learn to separate the outside world from our inside worlds.
In the case of Andalucia, I thought a lot about how we (‘we’ used generally) burden an inherently beautiful world with what feels like never-ending sexism and self-degradation and repetitive negative behaviors. I wanted to show Andalucia as a sort of surreal makeup of limbo, utopia and the underworld (it is what we make of it) populated with our own human forms of evil — the injustices we place on others and allow to be placed upon ourselves.
In short, stop shitting where you eat.
2. If white people’s skin is their jewelry, what kind of jewelry? What would be the black market value?
What about the value of the human heart? They are all the same color and they’re like oversized pocket watches. If “the rapture” collected the souls of everyone who saw their skin as some valued accessory rather than one aspect of their identity, sadly there’d be a lot of people left here on earth. I hate the idea of punishment, but if the “devil” didn’t support ignorance and racism, they would all probably be be skinned alive.
3. Would you rather conquer or be conquered?
Last night I embodied ‘Wrath’ at a 7 Deadly Sins poetry reading. I carried around a faux vintage musket and I loved it. I’d rather conquer, but I think being conquered makes for better writing. Continue reading →