Ys

Seer of ghosts & weaver of stories

(You are very much not forgotten)

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Ys
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Spring seems to have come early everywhere.

For weeks now, I've been formulating a post on what it is to be perpetually positioned on the in-between, as it were, in multiple aspects of my existence. However, I don't think today is the day to make it, as our community is, understandably, in mourning:

Adrienne Rich dies aged 82

You will be sorely missed, sister poet and name-sharer of mine.

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You will be sorely missed, sister poet and name-sharer of mine.

I only read her—you will not be surprised that I fell in love with "Diving into the Wreck"—and I am sorry she's gone.

Who were you named for?

People often assume I'm named after Adrienne Rich, but the truth is far weirder and more random than that. My parents saw the name Adrienne for the first time in the credits of some B horror flick - belonging to one Adrienne Barbeau. My name was going to be either Dierdre or Adrienne, and I guess my parents found the latter more fitting once they met me.

I was SO shocked to see that last night. It's even weirder because I just discovered her in the last year and wrote my seminar paper on her work.

She truly was amazing--in so many ways.

(And yes, her poetry did remind me of you.)

*hugs*

It's always jarring when someone dies not long after you first discover their work; that happened to me in the case of Derrida. He died three days after I first started reading him!

*hugs*

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