ABSTRACT
This was how Audre Lorde lived: She took her frailties and misfortunes, her strengths and passions, and forged them into sometimes searing, sometimes startling, always stirring verse. Her words pranced with cadence, full of their own rythyms, all punctuated with resolve and spirit. With words spun into light, she could weep like Billie Holiday, chuckle like Dizzy Gillespie or bark bad like John Coltrane.
