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Grateful that my poem The Stars Who Refuse to Burn Out, after Andrea Gibson is live today, published on Oddball Magazine (a magazine for anyone who isn't anything)
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Andrea Gibson and her wife Megan |
Poet Andrea Gibson (they/them) died. I didn't know them, and the poem is not about them. I can’t say that I loved them as much as others who loved them, for the reasons they loved them, I had no reason to. The reasons being we don't have a lot of shared experiences in life, in poetic style, in gender, in acceptance for who they are etc.—-but I saw them in Nashville in 2020—- a packed house, close to 350.
I didn't even know of them at the time, but they were awesome, and brave with their words. . The poems were amazing, and the truth, no matter how vulnerable was inspiring. There’s a movie, called Come See Me in The Good Light you can watch about their life and fucking attitude regarding thier uncurable cancer, filmed after their diagnosis in 2021.
So I wrote. I didn’t write it as a tribute, but rather an attempt (if at all possible, impossible) to capture their poetic voice, their vulnerability in how in manifests in my life. Again it's not about Andrea Gibson but, I used some phrases I found on performances, and interviews on YouTube, as well as from their Substack. Read that when you get a chance.
Earlier this week I posted about Tom Tipton. I knew him. Today it is Andrea. I am amazed by them. I will not post about Ozzie Osbourne. Sorry.