The tragic rise of suicide cases in the U.S. I have never heard a more apt description of depression than this poem. Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame. My bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said The trauma said don’t write this poem. In honor of this experience and World Poetry Day, here are 11 of Andrea Gibson’s best poems (of which there are many, many more): 1. They’re one of my favorite people on the planet. They have been touring full-time for over a decade, despite extreme stage fright and panic attacks. Gibson is a queer, nonbinary performance poet whose words completely overtook me from a young age.
Andrea Gibson was one of the first poets I ever encountered whose poems were like this. My favorites are the multifaceted poems that elicit multiple of these emotions. Quality spoken word evokes intense emotion, whether that be sadness, anger, joy, awe, or even amusement. Spoken word cuts deep to the heart of important issues and can cultivate empathy-the last of which, I learned Thursday night from Andrea, is linked to higher oxytocin levels.
When it’s genuine and well-done, it opens viewers up to new perspectives. Spoken word is live performance of poetry. I mentioned in one of my recent blog posts that I’ve grown up on slam poetry, or spoken word. I alternated between weeping through poems about mass shootings, depression, and sexual assault and healing through laughter during lighter pieces about hope, empowerment, and love-both of others and the self. The experience was an emotional rollercoaster. I’d seen Andrea Gibson once before, but never in such an intimate setting. That night, my favorite poet of all time came to Cat’s Cradle to perform their work on World Poetry Day. I think I spent a good half hour crying, in total. On Thursday night, I was in a state of rapture.
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