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  • Show Off What You Got At Uzi's Open

    Starting Jan. 8th 2009 Tribes Gallery will be presenting a new weekly open mic, Uzi's Open. Every Thursday at 8 pm, performers of all ranges and mediums are invited to read poetry, play music, dsance, do comedy, show off art, tell a story, recite a monologue, ANYTHING! For a donation, you can witness history and art at the same time, Every performer gets 6 minutes to sparkle
    If you have any question's about this event, please e-mail the host, Amy Uzi at amy.ouzoonian@gmail.com

  • Yolene Legrand Calendars

    2009 wall calendars featuring the art work of the internationally known, Haitian-born, New York artist Yolene Legrand are now available for purchase at Tribes. This beautiful calendar, on high quality semi-gloss paper is 12" x 12" and has different images for each month.


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          There’s a girl in New York City
          She calls herself the human trampoline
          And sometimes when I am falling, flying
          Tumbling in turmoil I say
          Oh, so this is what she means
                  -Graceland (Paul Simon
           It seemed eerily significant that in the […]



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FLY BY NIGHT PRESS NY 2008
 
Tuesday, November 25th
6pm - 9pm
White Box 329 Broome St. New York
www.whiteboxny.org
212-714-2347

 

In November 2008 Pink Car Crash, a book of images by the contemporary visual artist Itziar Barrio was released by Fly by Night Press with the support of the Cultural Department of […]



Latest Reviews

Review of Toni Morrison’s “A Mercy”

Reviewer:  Patricia Spears Jones –pksjones@hotmail.com
December 29, 2008
Author/Editor : Toni Morrison 
Title:   A Mercy
Publisher:  Alfred A. Knopf, Publisher, New York
Publication Date November, 2008
ISBN   978-0-307-26423-7
Price:   $23.95
A funny thing happened on the way to my reviewing A Mercy-about ten thousand other reviews all praising the work, some with restraint, and some lavishly have already been printed, blogged, audio taped.  I sort […]


Sarah Goodwin-Nguyen’s Review of “The White Tiger”

“The White Tiger” by Aravind Adiga
Reviewed by Sarah Goodwin-Nguyen
Free Press, 2008, 304 page      The winner of this year’s prestigious Booker Prize focuses on a young man’s rise from the slums of modern India. Balram Halwai is the owner of a taxi fleet; he is also a wanted killer. He tells his life […]


Review of: Ma Jian, Beijing Coma, trans. Flora Drew (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008)

In Remembrance of Things Past, as we’ve all read, the author is able to recall events from the distant past with tremendous sensory detail after tasting a madeleine cake. In Ma Jian’s Beijing Coma, a similarly monumental recall is instituted, not by an experience, but by a unique situation. Struck down by a bullet to the head, the protagonist lies comatose in bed, but, while unable to move, communicate or see, he can still think clearly. Being taken care of by his isolated mother, a retired singer, he has little to occupy his mind but memories, particularly of the 1989 Tiananmen Square protests in which he was one of the leaders, and at which, when the military cracked down, he was shot.


Prospect 1 Log #1: 11.8.08 & 11.9.08

From what I’ve heard, in biennial organizer Dan Cameron’s description and in other reviews, much of the art in this city-wide exhibition will have New Orleans as its subject. This is quite a difference from other biennials, which are often just a collection of the last 2-4 years of Chelsea hits from disparate sources. Instead, this exhibit will feature work made specifically for this site, unveiling the interpretations and reflections on New Orleans of the international contemporary artist. We in the audience will see what they have to say about the place and events surrounding their art.


Review of Eureka, a play at the Living Theater, written by Hanon Reznikov and Judith Malina

Jim Feast
Review of Eureka, a play at the Living Theater, written by Hanon Reznikov and Judith Malina
Whatever the value in the Living Theater’s recent production, Eureka, of its literary allusions to Poe’s Romantic cosmology (from which the work draws its initial inspiration), its humanization of chemistry’s table of elements, its way […]



Latest Poetry

CO-DEPENDENCY

CO-DEPENDENCY
(For Vanessa)
                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                                       
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My chocolate, my tobacco
and you across the river, my three
addictions: you analyze
 
the toxicity of love;  I appeal
to your vanity, waltzing you patiently
through my analysis – my fear
 
of losing you palpable, thick
as clouds, as smoke; I fear your drift, I fear
you are fixing the tobacco, I fear 
 
you […]


Prayer for Obama

Prayer for Obama
“An there shall be signs in the sun,
and in the moon, and in the stars; and
upon the earth distress of nations,
with perplexity; the sea
and the waves roaring;
Men’s hearts failing them
for fear, and for looking after
those things which are coming on the earth:
for […]



Latest Essays

A Review Of Tribes

stevie stevie stevie (rascal),
You did an amazing job with tribes. We did an amazing job with Tribes. I
learned so much. You gave me the much appreciated opportunity to get
experience running an arts organization. My friends from Christie’s  were all
answering phones for galleries and here I was running a gallery, meeting and
booking folks in the arts, […]


Attack of the (killer) Lesbian Gangs- Chavisa Woods

Excerpts from the GLBT Center Lecture on Street Sexual Harassment and the Dyke experience.                                   by Chavisa Woods
 
In conversations on the subject of gender, sex, sexuality and public interactions, when speaking with some seemingly liberal minded, artistically inclined, gay friendly heterosexual men, I have on more than one occasion come upon these general ideas […]



Latest Fiction

The Manhood Test

He remained on the couch for another hour or so, his half-erect penis cupped in his left hand. He heard the muezzin’s incantations, “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar” (God is Great! God is Great!), calling the faithful to the first of their five daily worships to the Creator. He gently rubbed his penis and listened:


The Itty Bitty Backpack Cure

One of the symptoms of being an Emotional Idiot is that I want all my ex-boyfriends to pine for me long after I have left them. Even if I was completely sick of them by the time we broke up, still, I expect them to never find a substitute for ME. I know this is grandiose but so what.



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Steve Cannon for President!

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Obama’s speech on race

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On Museums and Their Significance - by Steve Cannon

It must have been somewhere in the mid-50s in Lincoln N.E., one of the many states of the great plains, the prairie states west of the Mississippi, that I happened to look up one night and see Sputnik orbiting the Earth. It was obvious that something was up. The space race had begun.

It was years later, after the death of John Kennedy, after Michael Jackson did his Moon Walk that  Marshall McLuhan announced on T.V. that the Earth is work of art. And it was said that the only manmade object that could be seen from the distance of the moon was The Great Wall of China — not to mention the Cahokia Mounds outside of St. Louis and the Pyramids of Egypt. This is not to omit Adolph Huxley’s book on Lysergic acid (LSD) called Doors of Perception, AND André Malraux’s book Museums Without Walls.

It was sometime in the mid-60s that site specific art came into vogue — the rage of the age. And it was around the same time, because of urban development and the like there of, riots and all, that America’s attention focused on cities as works of art in and of themselves.

Many years hence, after the turn up of social architects like Frank Lloyd Wright, Louis Sullivan, Frank Gehry, Phillip Johnson, I.M. Pei, and Rem Koolhaas, the buildings which housed art became more important than the art which was housed therein. The artists, of course, became secondary to the architecture and architects.

For example, many people who visit the Guggenheim are more interested in the building than the art they experience there. The same is true for Gehry’s Guggenheim in Bilbao Spain. Because of this, a whole procession of contemporary artists are more inclined and interested in showing their work outside of museums, in public spaces.

And if one enjoys art as experience, then one can easily stroll through any cityscape and/ or rural landscapes of the world and by using their own eyes, can pick and choose what they consider art. In other words, art is all around us — not necessarily preserved in museums.

With the horrors that happened in Baghdad after the invasion of U.S. forces, the world was thrown into a state of shock by the looting of Iraq’s treasures from its national museum. Art Objects, artifacts, and symbols of human history which had endured over 500 years, were pillaged and squandered. Imagine the outrage that would have occurred if the Metropolitan Museum in New York City had suffered such a fate.

It was André Malraux, in his book Museums Without Walls who showed us and forced us to celebrate through the centuries, art from around the world. It was this same book which demonstrated to us that no one culture is more important than the next.

Now that there are over 2000 museums in the U.S. alone, specializing in everything from forensic science, to sex, to movies, and decorative art, it’s hard to say which is more important than the next. The sad fact of coarse — now days most museums charge admission. What any culture decides to preserve in its museums is a reflection of themselves — the cultures identity. America’s culture in that regard is no different from others around the world.

But if we were to look to the future we would realize, as  Marshall McLuhan mentioned earlier — the Earth itself is a work of art. We ourselves exist in a living Museum and choose on an everyday basis what to preserve and what to trash.