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Here is an extract from a poem by one of the exciting poets who is participating in our fundraiser for RAINN, the nonprofit / charity that advocates for survivors of sexual violence in the USA. Her name is Emily Brandt, and the poem in question (“Secret Garden”) was published in issue 12 of The Recluse which is the online journal of The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church-in-the-Bowery. (The Poetry Project has a long lineage in the New York Poetry scene. Distinguished, certainly, but I'm not sure if that's the word in the experimental scene. According to Miles Champion, "The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery was founded in the summer of 1966 as a direct successor to, and continuation of, the various coffeehouse reading series that had flourished on the Lower East Side since 1960.")
The extract is below, and you can read more of it here. If you missed my previous post about my motivations for organising the reading, you can read it here. The post has all the information you will need to donate to RAINN, and directions if you would like to come to the reading, which is at Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop on Saturday, 29th April at 7 p.m. Anyway, here is the poem. And as Emily adroitly says, there is no other way to say it:
There’s no other way to say what’s next in this nonfictional mythology: A man rapes a woman. A first draft reads: a man rapes a woman and nothing happens to him. Nothing! happens to him. A revision reads: what happens to a man after he rapes a woman? A revision replaces “rapes” with “sexually assaults.” A headline rewrites “has sex with.” I know what happens to a woman. At least three hundred versions of I know. It’s not hyperbole. I can share a hyperlink.
From "The Secret Garden", by Emily Brandt.