PTNYC Faculty Member Aimee Herman to Perform PTNYC Fundraiser

courtesy of Inspired Word

courtesy of Inspired Word

BIO: Aimee Herman, a performative poet currently living in Brooklyn, hates labels, though occasionally wears one to rip off and count the hairs pulled. She has performed at various bars, cafes, and reading series including In the Flesh erotic salon, Sideshow Queer Lit Carnival, The Red Umbrella Diaries, Hyper Gender, and The Inspired Word, Son of Pony, and SMUT.  (bio courtesy of Aimee Herman)

  • What’s the importance of a creative/performative culture (in NY, America, Globally, Locally…)?
Performance art is like a giant mouth, opening up, projecting the internalized music, madness, magic from within. We need these stages, independently opened spaces to host artists and their work. The writing process is solitary. Or it certainly is for me. I am so deep within my head, even in a room full of NYC crowd. When I am ready to turn the volume UP, I look to these venues, performance series, artful festivals to hold me and my art like a soothing hammock. The biggest gain of having a developed performative culture is knowing that there are others to learn from, gather stories from and support. The roots should be spreading. The roots should be morphing textures and straddling as many state lines and countries and small towns as possible!
  • What do you hope an audience takes away from your work?
Introspection. Open-mindedness. A sense of redefinition of the terms they thought had no room for expansion. I think I write so much about body, gender, sexuality and identity because I struggle(d) with four. And I ate books which led me toward a path of reconfiguring these ideas and sensations. I want people to question words and gestures. I want people to weep and laugh and seep themselves in silence. The thing is, I have no control over what they take away; I just want them to take.
  • How do you think having a Poet and/or Artist as a teacher can affect what/how someone learns?
What a benefit. My favorite teachers were poets, oddly configured minds giving me books to read that were not approved by the dean (Sapphire’s Push comes to mind). Teachers who saw my appetite for words and gave me more to run with. Artists know what it is like to feel. And with books and literacy, emotions must be there. Passion! Desire to dig, dig, dig until we are so far in, we must huddle around the mass of words and just write our way out.
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