CALL FOR IMAGES
- send all images by the end of May
- make sure they are labelled
- please send hi-res 1000x1000px and info from shows prior to 2009.
- Please send to gatheringofthetribes@gmail.com or janet.bruesselbach@gmail.com
It’s approximately 4 in x 5 in, silver gelatin print. It looks as if it’s a rehearsal photo and or Butch is teaching.
If anybody else has any information on this photo or purchasing this photo contact us! gatheringofthetribes@gmail.com
We have an updated description from Nancy Sosman- “This was Mother’s Day May 8, 1994 “Butch Morris and the Chorus of Poets II” in Alice Tully Hall at Lincoln Center. Nineteen years ago nearly to the day.”
For Immediate Release:
Steve Cannon’s Fly By Night Press has just released a collection of Ron Kolm’s recent poems. The title of the book is Divine Comedy. The book release party/reading will be on Saturday, May 18th, at seven in the evening. Thad Rutkowski, Chavisa Woods, Carl Watson, Bonny Finberg, George Spencer, Tsaurah Litzky, Rob Hardin and Steve Dalachinsky will be reading from the book. As always, Jim Feast will be the MC. There will be copies of Divine Comedy for sale at a special price.
Amazon Review by Michael Lindgren:
The poet, editor, and activist Ron Kolm has been a part of the downtown literary scene since the mid-1970s, when he was among the writers and booksellers who rotated around the now-legendary Strand / Eighth Street Books / CBGBs axis. Kolm is a member of the literary collective the Unbearables, where he has acted as editor and anthologist for a series of counter-hierarchical literary endeavors of varying scope and impact, and is currently an associate editor of the (now online-only) Evergreen Review. The publication of Divine Comedy represents the clicking into place of the final facet of his multivalent career, and an elegy of sorts for a dirtier, randier, tougher, lost city. The book consists of a series of brief lyrics describing, with acerbic humor, the misadventures in sex and love and literature of a sensitive-but-fearless poet-narrator at sea in the whirlwind of the New York City demimonde in all its seedy glamour. An essential, era-defining work; a classic of rough’n'ready alternative literature.
A Gathering of Tribes is at 285 East 3rd St, 2nd Floor (between Ave C & D)
New York, NY, 10009
Private Party! Please RSVP to email below!
Phone: 212-674-3778
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Don’t forget to look at our current exhibit: Out of the closet, Into the open. Art auction, bidding starts @ $100.
TRIBES’ Open house!
April 14, 3:00PM- Onward
285 E. 3rd St. 2nd FL
Books for sale! Art for sale! Tribe’s memorabilia for sale!
Refreshments & Snacks available
If you can’t buy anything, stop by and say hello to Steve Cannon “The Blind Guy”
Michael Randall at 490 Atlantic
“Twenty (odd) small paintings”
“I believe that both painting and abstraction — far from being exhausted, irrelevant or dead — still contain limitless fresh possibilities.” -Michael Randall
I first became acquainted with the paintings of Michael Randall when I found a batch of cast-off watercolors in the garbage outside his building. I liked the energy of the abstract forms, the vitalism they seemed to exude, encompassing both a joyous buoyancy and an undefined anxiety. I scooped them up and took them home. (My entire art collection is composed of works the artists themselves have rejected. Many of these end up in storage.) Some of the Randalls still hang on my walls.
Bimbo Rivas by Carlos Pinto
Two Boots Pizzeria
3rd & A NYC
3/8/2013
photo:
Rafael Sánchez

My Only Mentor, Butch Morris (1947-2013)
By Wayne Horvitz on February 21, 2013
Marclay, Morris, Horvitz 1987
Butch Morris (center) performing with Christian Marclay (left) and Wayne Horvitz (right) at the Times Square-area bar Tin Pan Alley in 1987. Photo by Keri Pickett, courtesy Wayne Horvitz
I met Butch Morris shortly after moving to New York City in 1979. I am not sure how or when, but he was extremely gracious to me, became a lifelong friend, and I can honestly say he is the only single human being who I think of as a mentor. It wasn’t about music in any technical sense, but really more in a social sense: How music fit into his life, how he created community, what he cared about, what he didn’t care about, and so on. The fact that Butch was fun, charming, a great person to travel with, to dine and drink with, and to hang with is something everyone who knew Butch can speak to. I could go on for many pages, even chapters, but I will not. Instead I would like to speak to two singular aspects of Butch’s contribution to music since he came on the scene in the ‘70s: community and conduction.
OAKLAND, Calif.
DURING Tuesday’s State of the Union address, President Obama declared that “Our housing market is healing, our stock market is rebounding and consumers, patients and homeowners enjoy stronger protections than ever before.”
Tell that to black Americans, who were hit harder than the rest of the country by the recession and are having a harder time recovering. That struggle is not a coincidence, or merely a result of past inequality. During the housing bubble, blacks were deliberately targeted for subprime loans: as Attorney General Eric H. Holder Jr. said, the big banks committed “systematic discrimination against blacks and Hispanics.”
One would think that Republicans, so eager to promote wealth building, would see an opening. Instead, they blamed blacks for the recession, accusing them, among other things, of taking out risky mortgages they couldn’t afford.