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June 5, 2020

Earlier this year, I started corporate poetry as an exploration into how corporate language related to that other corpora that is our body.** Through a series of interactive “rooms,” this work aimed to repurpose the language of a variety of familiar online forms and platforms (Google Forms, Survey Monkey, Zoom and Qualtrics, among others) in order to domesticate the neoliberal intent of these data gathering technologies.

May 5, 2020

In celebration of Earth Day’s 50th anniversary, U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo joined Beth Piatote and the Arts Research Center on April 22nd for a virtual poetry reading and conversation. Born in Tusla, Oklahoma and of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation, Harjo is the first Native American to serve as the U.S. Poet Laureate. She was reappointed to a second term shortly after her ARC reading. Harjo shared her work that Wednesday evening with over 1200 attendees on YouTube Live; she read from collections old and new, even singing from what she said is an upcoming album. 

On April 16th, the Arts’ Research Center collaborated with UC Berkeley’s College of Letters and Science course titled “Public Art and Belonging” to host Cannupa Hanska Luger “on” campus—though, in light of the pandemic, this event occurred virtually on Zoom. Luger was kind enough to join us from the comfort of his New Mexico home and, with the aid of his website, tell us about his artistic processes and the projects which he has helped to facilitate as of late.

April 28, 2020

Alex Donis in conversation with Julia Bryan-Wilson

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

4:00-5:00pm PDT


Watch the recording here!


You are allowed to laugh today. You are allowed more than a hidden giggled breath. Let this be a reminder that laughter that does not have to replace heaviness. You are allowed whatever joy knocks at your heart. For whatever length.

(These days, I laugh in short, quick bursts. My brother’s always sending me dad jokes: I be preaching on Amazon, call me Prime Minister)

April 27, 2020

Yesterday morning I took an hour from my work-life to write in my journal. These days of Covid19, of sheltering-at-home, have meant more work for me, not less, in the professional realm. Choosing to enter the journal’s poem-space is a risk for that reason, as it will mean less time to do what needs doing. But there’s more. The act of writing is a calling into the emptiness where I have little control over what comes, a calling into “chance,” which is what Inger Christensen describes as (my paraphrasing here):

Two dangers never truly cease to threaten the world: order and disorder. The artist, in whichever medium they practice, knows then how easy and often they find themselves between opposing impulses. This between-space is the central dilemma wherein art itself creates yet cannot resolve.

I’ve spent the last few years thinking about poetry and voice. Not like an “abstract” English grammar capital “V” voice––but like, the material voice. The one that makes waves and vibrations. Moves through canals, makes contact with our membranes. The one that literally touches us. 

Most of my research focuses on contemporary BIPOC poets who do weird shit on the internet, with loopers, recording devices; poets who make choirs with odd instruments; poets who construct sonic geographies for the Ancestors to travel through and visit with us.

Earlier this month I gave a commencement address to a class of Native American undergraduates. I was alone in my living room, recording into a laptop perched atop my ironing board, four reference books, and a novel. The new graduates will be seeing the speech in their living rooms, along with the rest of the program, sometime in May (or whenever). Technology is a marvel.

I’ve spent the last few years thinking about poetry and voice. Not like an “abstract” English grammar capital “V” voice––but like, the material voice. The one that makes waves and vibrations. Moves through canals, makes contact with our membranes. The one that literally touches us. 

anna’s mother began the day in her own bed in san diego a long way away from her birthbed in india. i began the day leaning over and remembering this marriage. i also recalled renee gladman beginning her day inside the world trying to look at it, but it was lying on her face making it hard to see. the light was shimmying and dull in the middle. our bed is not a front line and if not on the front line what do you do with these mounds of safety |

April 22, 2020

Reading by Joy Harjo, U.S. Poet Laureate

in conversation with Beth Piatote

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

5:30 – 7:00pm PDT

Watch the recording here!

Please inquire for an educational copy of the full recording.


April 17, 2020

It starts on my birthday at midnight or the day after. He brings me breakfast and later he brings me flowers. David Hockney was the fourth son of a conscientious objector and if often compared to Matisse remains “his own person.” I move the flowers, put them on my desk, and open the windows. Palm Springs or Lake Tahoe? Do you have any eggs? “The theme is emergency!” So, they close all the non-essential shops but not their windows. I don’t follow. Paint the blue openings.

April 16, 2020

Social Engineer: The Artist as Bridge Builder

with Cannupa Hanska Luger

Thursday, April 16, 2020 | 12:00-2:00pm PDT

Watch the recording here!


Co-sponsored by the Arts Research Center, the Ethnic Studies Department, the Native American Studies Program, and Berkeley Arts + Design

This event was part of the Arts + Design Thursdays series. 


April 13, 2020

I haven’t read a book in weeks. I spend all my reading hours glued to my phone. By the time I am done scrolling words, I feel motion sickness. My right thumb is sort of numb too. When I was a teenager I would go to my friend’s house and play Street Fighter until I got blisters. I am not one for originality, so you can safely guess it was thumb blisters for Ryu, Ken, or Chun-Li. I have been traveling on my screen of news since the pandemic started and I don’t even recall when that was.

April 2, 2020

March 31st marked the eleventh annual Trans Day of Visibility, perfectly cuing this reflection on our most recent event held on campus. Trans artists and activists Tourmaline and Chris Vargas came together to present their film work, followed by a conversation with Eric Stanley of the Gender and Women’s Studies department, on the fifth of March.

At the end of February, curator Horace Ballad, Ph.D. visited us from WIlliams College to speak on his recent exhibit “possible selves: queer foto vernaculars.” Ballard is the Lead Curator of American Art at the Williams College Museum of Art (WCMA), and thus began his talk with a brief description of his perspective concerning art history and the canon. He admitted that though he does not believe that the discipline will open itself up to change at any point in his lifetime, “we don’t need Americanness anymore, just great humanness.” 

March 5, 2020

Opacities: Trans Visual Cultures with Tourmaline + Chris Vargas

In conversation with Eric Stanley

Thursday, March 5, 2020 | 5:30-7:00pm
Banatao Auditorium, Sutardja Dai Hall, UC Berkeley

Watch the recording here!


February 27, 2020

Contingent Intimacies: Queer Criticalities + Photographic Portraiture
With Horace Ballard

In conversation with Justin Underhill

Thursday, February 27 | 5:00-7:00pm
Visual Resource Center, Room 308A | Doe Library, UC Berkeley

Co-sponsored by Arts Research Center, the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive, and the Berkeley Center for New Media