By Audre Lorde
This has been my favorite poem since middle school, when we were assigned to find a poem to recite to the class. It still takes my breath away.
I just discovered recently that she also had metastatic breast cancer. She was diagnosed as metastatic six years after her original diagnosis, and died eight years after that. She is quoted as saying: “What I leave behind has a life of its own. I’ve said this about poetry; I’ve said it about children. Well, in a sense I’m saying it about the very artifact of who I have been.”
I love that. I’m going to leave behind one hell of an artifact. ❤️
There’s nothing quite like having a cat curled up on your lap. ❤️
You can hear the wind, and then also a conversation with my husband. Oops.
I just adore lists like this. D and I were having a conversation regarding this topic sometime in the last couple of weeks (fuck my memory blows nowadays! did you know they say chemo brain can last up to five fucking years?! wtf.) so I decided to go ahead and list it out for future reference:
These are in no particular order btw.
- Ten (Pearl Jam)
- Core (STP)
- Under The Table and Dreaming (DMB)
- Tragic Kingdom (No Doubt)
- Sublime (Sublime)
- OK Computer (Radiohead)
- Jagged Little Pill (Alanis Morissette)
- Pieces of Me (Jewel)
- Friction, Baby (Better Than Ezra)
- Live Though This (Hole)
I still listen to all of these, from beginning to end, quite often.