Yosemite Photos
Photos from our friend, artist and Tribes member Dora Espinosa in Yosemite.
TV IN MY BONES at Theater for the New City
From August 9th to August 13th Tribes' very own Phoebe Mar put on a wonderfully entertaining collection of sketches. TV IN MY BONES, Produced by A Gathering of the Tribes and written by C.S. Hanson sold out Theater for the New City for its limited run. Enjoy some of the production photos of the hilarious production!
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Some say a sad poem is slightly better than a bad poem. I had the habit of writing both.
The Most Concrete Imaginary
I always drink cranberry juice on flights.
They say it washes out your insides.
The Other Side of Nature’s Consciousness
As I gazed the length and breadth of nature’s creations,
i saw the upper and lower identities of its limitation.
Mumbo Jumbo: a dazzling classic finally gets the recognition it deserves (The Guardian)
America, wrote Ishmael Reed in his 1972 novel Mumbo Jumbo, is “mercurial, restless, violent ... the travelling salesman who can sell the world a Brooklyn Bridge every day, can put anything over on you”.
TV IN MY BONES AT THEATRE FOR A NEW CITY
An evening of quirky romantic comedies for the binge watch generation.
Limited Six-Performance Run! Tix @ www.smartix.com
Children’s Books Missed These Immigrant Stories. So Students Wrote Them. (NYTimes)
Greatness surrounds Melissa Cabrera when she attends classes at Bronx Community College. That should not be surprising, because the campus is home to the Hall of Fame for Great Americans, where busts of scientists, scholars and statesmen, among others, line a grand colonnade that wraps around Gould Memorial Library, an architectural treasure designed by Stanford White.
Whitney Biennial Review
Biennials are a strange thing by their nature. Meant to represent the cream of the artistic crop, these biannual events offer an implicit promise for both artistic excellence (however one chooses to define that these days) and sharp social commentary. In this way the art displayed at a biennial serves a dual purpose: to assure highbrow connoisseurs that quality fine art is still being produced, and at the same time to reflect the zeitgeist. This zeitgeist does not belong to the rarified air of the New York art world, however, or the downtown scenesters sipping wine out of plastic cups in the antiseptic spaces of Chelsea art galleries. The zeitgeist is messy. It consists of violent video games, mass shootings, mind-boggling inequality, opiate addiction, racial tension, social media, and a consumer economy based on cheap labor, disposable products, and omnipresent advertising. In other words, it is about as far from 19th century French impressionism as one could possibly get.
Inflection Points Poetry Reading at Cornelia Street Cafe
Poets of intersecting identities come together from A Gathering of the Tribes and the Poetry Brothel to perform new work in assorted modes, including confessional, philosophical, humor, and drag.
Featuring: Molly Kirschner, Joanna Sit, Nicholas Oliver Moore, Luciann Berrios
Don’t Tell Me Your Childhood Was Not A Minefield: A review of Thaddeus Rutkowski’s Guess and Check (Philadelphia Stories)
An effective technique in poetry is to guide the reader on a journey that feels like you’re discovering together as opposed to resorting to a heavy-handed didactic approach. Guess and Check is not a collection of poetry, however, Rutkowski employs this tactic as we follow his protagonist on life’s obstacle-ridden path
The Clothes Make the Painting (Hyperallergic)
Medrie MacPhee’s newest paintings are made from the shapes and contours of disassembled garments, giving “pattern painting” an entirely new meaning.
Smaller, and Smaller, and Smaller
There are some Minnesotans who want to rebrand this state as North. It’s become something of a movement, and I can’t help but think how apt that is.
Excerpt from ORIGINS OF NOW: THE VILLAGE OTHERS by Steve Cannon
As the civil rights movement crept north, the debate became over who was baddest: Martin Luther King, Jr. or Malcolm X.
On Blindness
I first became aware that I was losing my eyesight when I was in Nicaragua, helping to celebrate the Sandinistas.