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October 20, 2021
Celebrating Cave Canem: Cornelius Eady with Morgan Parker & Cameron Awkward-Rich
in conversation with Chiyuma Elliott & Vincente Perez
Wednesday, October 20th 2021
5:00 – 6:30pm PST
August 1, 2021
ARC is thrilled that our partnership with Engaging the Senses Foundation and our Poetry & the Senses initiative is a feature in California Arts Council’s premier new arts & culture magazine, DREAM!
May 20, 2021
You listened well – Ramona Naddaff
to witness the miracle of your heart on the outside. – Ken Ueno
I have never known myself any other way – reelaviolette botts-ward
What does it feel like to stretch without longing? – Vethea Cerna Cole
Fire makes a bad lover, the rumor goes – Sara Mumolo
and yet, you are still here – Elizabeth Zhiying Feng
I experience grief in space – Maw Shein Win
I put you down in the poem. – Noah Warren*
May 14, 2021
Thought Log #15
The dawn is the opposite direction.
Follow the lacy trails through the valley of doom.
I dim from the outside & quiver on the inside.
Siren sounds from the bog.
Flamadiddle, Long Roll, Ratamacue.
Swollen glimmers, bewildered chickens.
We met in a tasting parlor.
Stonecrop, scotch broom, willets.
Sentence without verbs.
Amber light radiates from turnpike.
Scratchy cough, fever aches.
Weather insurance is an untapped marketplace.
Making Trauma Notes
Questions of culpability are often both foreground and background in my discussions about writing trauma with Rusty Morrison.* They emerge because I’m working on a book of connected poems that explore trauma’s antecedents and legacies, its truths and untruths. I use the writing itself as a means to question how one’s traumas emerge from, and merge with, the emergencies erupting all around us— climate, cultural crises, much more.
Thought Log #15
The dawn is the opposite direction.
Follow the lacy trails through the valley of doom.
I dim from the outside & quiver on the inside.
Siren sounds from the bog.
Flamadiddle, Long Roll, Ratamacue.
Swollen glimmers, bewildered chickens.
We met in a tasting parlor.
Stonecrop, scotch broom, willets.
Sentence without verbs.
Amber light radiates from turnpike.
Scratchy cough, fever aches.
Weather insurance is an untapped marketplace.
Making Trauma Notes
Questions of culpability are often both foreground and background in my discussions about writing trauma with Rusty Morrison.* They emerge because I’m working on a book of connected poems that explore trauma’s antecedents and legacies, its truths and untruths. I use the writing itself as a means to question how one’s traumas emerge from, and merge with, the emergencies erupting all around us— climate, cultural crises, much more.
May 13, 2021
sanctified children
on the emergence of blackgirl spirit form
+ the discovery of inner wisdom
BY REELAVIOLETTE BOTTS-WARD
i often stare
at how fire
dances, and
wonder if
ever i could
be that free
i often notice
what wind does
to tree, and
wonder if she’s
fighting or
dancing. i be
moving my body
like art in my mirror
making play thing
out my own skin
making graceful
out the clumsy
hips of me. i be
“In the present characterized by an excess of openings and dissolving boundaries, we are losing the capacity for closure, and this means that life is becoming a purely additive process. For something to die, life must find its own closure. If life is deprived of any possibility of closure, it will end in non-time.” – Byung-Chul Han
May 11, 2021
Mirrors
a binding of various journal entries on the power of generational knowledge, healing, and coping
Vethea Cerna Cole
May 10, 2021
Poetry & the Senses Spring 2021 Fellows Reading
Monday, May 10th 2021
4:30-6:00pm PDT
April 26, 2021
Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge, Natalie Diaz, and Aja Monet
in conversation with ARC Poetry & the Senses Fellows reelaviolette botts-ward and Ken Ueno
Monday, April 26, 2021
4:30-6:00pm PDT
This event was funded by Engaging the Senses Foundation and co-sponsored by the International Consortium of Critical Theory Programs, the Center for Race & Gender, and the Department of Ethnic Studies.
April 12, 2021
“You are getting dressed. You stand in front
of a mirror. And your peers are that mirror
telling you: You’re not wearing pants.
Why aren’t you wearing pants?”
“What would I do if this was a momentwhere somebody cared?”
How does my body make room for
another who perceives my senses?
—Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge
April 6, 2021
Yes, there is art that sits on canvas or the page but there is also art that sits on bodies. We know this because we feel. We feel because we want to live. And though it may seem at times an impossible task, it is one completely worthy of you. From here, we create.
March 17, 2021
A poetry reading featuring:
Terrance Hayes and Simone White
in conversation with Chiyuma Elliott
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
4:00-5:30pm PDT
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