Pink-Think: Queering Poetics

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GUILLERMO CALIFORNIA FONG-HIRSCHOWITZ

(preferred pronouns: She/Shoes/Shriek)
Cali is a poetic agitator and person of day-glo rainbow color. 
She is invested in poetry as liquid fuel to be ignited and expended
in burning down the hetero-fascist farm. 
Her work has appeared in Queering the Gayness, Transactions and Humpty Review. 
She has contributed scholarly work to Gendering Migration, 
focusing on gay discourses, U.S. imperialism, homonationalism, and pinkwashing. 
She has an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from San Ysidro College. 
She’s a surfer who lost her board but still rides the wave . . .  
proud LatinX needing neither corona ni sombrero.
Cali is left-coast loca calificada for realz. Follow her on kwakee.com.

The Preamble:

Sustainably globally gay / we need more NOW / socially-conscious progressive group-think / openness & tolerance of diversity in perversity / justice for more more more gay gay gay / it’s progress it’s now its queer-friendly because its sustainably globally gay / when gay gets gayer the queering gets clearer / so  start the conversation now about LGBT1A9.ZLX / inclusion through cluelessness in transparent openness / by the way— go GENDERFLUID / before homosexuality queers the queerness of the ongoing conversation / celebrate queerness, OK ?

The Monologue:

I choose to live life gay. More than that—the life of a gay man who has transitioned to woman, a LESBIAN woman. Therefore, I am a man choosing to live as a woman who desires other women. But I actually am a man. At least, I was a man. So, I am an ex-man who desires women (although I am a homosexual transitioned to female Lesbian). Therefore we need to talk about why I, as an ex-hetero, ex-man find myself oppressed by a gender-rigid society that would deny me my right to live as a woman who desires other women and so invert my original heterosexuality, and I am self-oppressed by this inversion. Only in transitioning to homo-hetero paradoxical heterodoxy can I make sense to myself, and therefore prove that God is wrong and that gender is mine to choose and to define. Because this is about ME (and my sexuality . . .)

The Conclusion :

  This world cannot get QUEER enough FAST enough for me . . .  and for my poetry.



PROMPT #8:
Name your alter-ego, and describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice.

Celestial/Bestial

Neither shalt thou go up by steps unto mine altar,
that thy nakedness be not discovered thereon.
       Exodus 20:26

God remains incomprehensibly remote:
absorbed in his heavenly court
receiving worship from cheraphim
attending to His golden lampstands and incense altars
elders perpetually casting crowns before him
angels opening seals, loosing plagues
and spilling bowls of judgement to celestial trumpets . . .

always on the verge of binding Satan for a thousand years—
but never quite delivering on that promise.

(I can’t tell whether it’s a wheel full of eyes
or a four-faced serabim)

Commanding to wring the necks of doves
inside earthenware containers
over running water
while clutching scarlet thread . . .
Stairs yes— ramps no
(or is it the other way round?)

Wait—which set of wings covered their feet?

Does He ever get sick of them constantly crying out HOLY HOLY HOLY ?
I would — after half an eternity . . .

 


write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying

Progressive Religion

Neurotic liberals need a faith,
because they are unprepared to die.
Their church: Fake News. So Fauci sayeth—
they trust that Science cannot lie.

So in that place where God should dwell
within their barren prideful souls,
they substitute, for fear of Hell
their data-driven useless goals.

But what is true today may change . . .
like Darwin’s creed (and other lies)
and Truth has power to derange
beheld by Christ-rejecting eyes.