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Anonymous said: Do you still give relationship advice or has this deal expired? I have a problem and I don't know the answer.

Me giving relationship advice will never expire as much as the friends I am constantly counseling to break up wish it would. Do you have a question?

I

I.

Put the light out

The light is out

Put the grass out

The grass is there

the inside rings

sitting at home in dark

jingle jingle

(the world crushed down in the shape of what happened

you not wanting me)

jingle jingle

 

II

Carry the window with you

remove the pane

The sill waits understandably unsure

(the space between us expressed now in time)

an invisibility

I wanted to say your name already

punishing

elements undo                        reckon

(wet carpet)

we are all alone

(what shape in the grass?)

but you weren’t there and then

who would answer?

 

III

language of this need

I say                     and still

mouth ajar

doesn’t solve

I’m working on what I don’t know how to do

a love at night that makes            

who?

unseeable             I got new earrings.

on a damp sidewalk in a quiet place

saying to you

and therefore

spreading out

you could do something

like the

for the world

 

IV

in the world people call you by a name

you didn’t choose

a problem with your arm

you want to join

two things exactly alike

they were made

but I don’t give

I make myself just a shape of a raincoat

(‘it’s my husband’s’)

still wanting to join

I like to paint because

when I move my hand             afterwards

I want something to be there

 

V

What is undeniable

keeps on like some never-ending

play I read by having to in high school

in verse

with all those footnotes

what space is there really on the planet

or what is it?

Our brains or hearts                       

what space? What trauma makes                    in there

what undoes?

People were right most people

about getting older

I worried I would never get there

(I’m still not)

now there                                                       I still worry

 

VI

I read that a poem is a fence on a life

life a thing dust gets in

I read that life is a wall

blocks one             has it

My song didn’t come

I turned off my instruments

forgot

sudden arrangements

loving an I and a you

instead of god

who gets to be             what?

some people have sex with a lot of different people

Who wants an open window vs. air conditioning? 

 

VII

Blocks some people or

pictures alone

to say

but saying doesn’t work anyway

(I miss you)

when your mouth comes back every time I try to write

something evil made by me

in my chair a car

the thing moves for me

wanting but not saying

it turns at the end like always

imagining my own death

or bringing along ours

it will not happen if you don’t say it

 

VIII

There is opening you do not

Which layer you do not

that place where feeling

has understood everything

and words are

which layer you do not when you speak

even to

what’s beneath

and open

what murder is

your large theory

if you say it and then also feel it

then also beneath and open

which level there

you don’t tell your friends

 

IX

related to all the animals

not dust

waiting still for the approval of outside

taking it off and putting it back on and

then rain

 

X

a pattern

I need cable cutters

to get out of my heart

something that used to move

even when I was quiet

 

XI

I knew your flu

I gave it to you.

And gave you an inside

which stained your hand.

 

XII

Still here

because I didn’t know how close I could get while still living

still unsuccessfully

and then walking back home and keeping doing

still living

not close anymore to where your mouth

and your hand

and your collar with one button in the back            (if even)

all days not knowing what to say

and because you would listen

we made meaningless together I

arrive back at your mouth

I want to tell you

you still don’t know what I’m saying


All this complexity is not created by nothing, but what creates it, us, cannot be explained.

You are alone. Your head is borrowed.

Life is brought forth by thought and becomes unthinkable.

Imagine walking on water. Imagine a set where a tree might grow.

Out of an idea of something, we come up,

stark thinking god, and the world, we come from clouds and sticks, rocks

A car is alone in a place that doesn’t end

An empty house, ghost sweat in her dress, the sun doesn’t know.

A woman was driving the car, but no one is around, not even her.

She tried to cover death with a facial closing, a mask.

Wandering, she looks at closed, a block, doesn’t see the openings, doesn’t breathe.

Life goes on, completely regular. Someone looks for something in a bag

A mirror is not a window In the window, she sees mannequins stuck in poses.

We leave her there watching stillness.

Plants absorb street noise, break sun into stars, in a garden next door.

After everything, even what’s small in this day, two lovers are glad to be together.

Plants make air. Her dress is breathable. Our arms together make the right shape.

Peace is symmetry only grace can break.

She, the woman, would say she knows god.

The man would know but not say.

Okay, this is really weird because I shot this with photo booth, so it’s flipped, and I’m acting really weird because it’s 7 in the morning after not sleeping (I think you can actually hear me yawn at one point which really expresses how I was feeling during much of the last two weeks), but here is a quiet tour of the residency space the morning I loaded out. 

Thanks so much for everyone who supported me doing this project and came and worked on it and also came and was audience (a very active role most times). I feel really lucky to have been able to do this and will be writing more about the things I am left with after this strange and changing experience in the journal

If you came and got something out of the experience or didn’t but was glad it was happening or would like to continue supporting this piece and get an artifact from it, please consider contributing money through the kickstarter project. Originally residency would have been paid for with ticket prices, but we didn’t have tickets (except one night), so I still owe AS220 $1000 (which is an amazing deal for all they gave me). Even a dollar is great and really helpful!

I’m gonna try and cry today at noon. 

Faces of the Afternoon with Sharon Mashihi. An intimate reckoning with Cassavettes’ Faces and each other. 

What has been developing in some of the showings

These are scripts of what Ren Evans, Vanessa Gilbert and I have shown in the residency so far. 

This video was brought to my attention today by Mimi Cabell. So confusing! What does the number 22 mean to Taylor Swift? Why does she need to count on her fingers? Or look at us when she lying on the beach with her friends? I want that shirt! This feels related Ren Evans, Dia Felix….

Reba last night. Sweet sounds. My mom was there (here she is in the morning). We lay on my bed and listened. Other people were there too. We talked and painted our nails and made a song together after Reba taught us how to use her magical pedals. It was pedal day it turned out. Scented candles. Reba is a generous powerful environment maker. Transfixing transformation to dark stage ready. Quietness. She and my mom talked for a long time afterward. Strange meetings. What day is it today? 

Tonight! Mimi Cabell! Also, now you can post to this blog!

Tonight at 95 Empire! Showing of work with Mimi Cabell! We are working on a performance we are going to do at a gender studies conference. Come, eat snacks and pretend you’re at a reception at a gender studies conference. 

You can now submit posts to this blog which I am excited about. So you can put pictures up or say things. Just tag them #Come in. Be with me. Don’t touch me. 

Tonight! Talk show with special guests

Amanda Davidson is the author of Apprenticeship, a chapbook on New Herring Press. She’s been an artist in residence at Art Farm Nebraska, MacDowell, and Millay. Visit partedinthemiddle.wordpress.com

Pilar Gallego is a Brooklyn-based artist and curator of objects. They are interested in semiotics and material culture. Pilar aims to peel and reveal layers of meanings from the coveted object, while exploring and developing a visual language that speaks to and of gender, feminism, and minority representations. Pilar is a graduate of Pratt Institute, where they studied fine art and creative writing. 

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Caitie Moore is a poet, essayist, and curator. She has a forthcoming chapbook from Argos Books, and forthcoming translations of Gabriela Mistral in Circumference. Last year, she curated an art sleepover at the boatel, to which Casey Llewellyn contributed her brilliant presence, mind, and work. Caitie is thrilled to be reading Barbara Guest’s words in response to talk show questions at Come in. Be With Me. Don’t Touch Me. 
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Pilar, the first visiting artist, has arrived! Here they are preparing their ‘archetypes.’

Pilar, the first visiting artist, has arrived! Here they are preparing their ‘archetypes.’

Come in. opens our space to you tomorrow

Here is an updated schedule of events:

Please note that showings are not shows, but more like open rehearsals in which you are invited to experience and be part of a work in the middle of its being made and hang out after.

Tuesday, March 5th, 9pm: showing of work with Vanessa Gilbert and Ren Evans

Wednesday, March 6th, 9pm: talk show with special guest experts: Amanda Davidson, Pilar Gallego, and Caitie Moore

Thursday, March 7th, 9pm: showing of work with Mimi Cabell

Friday, March 8th, 8pm: Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia Ensemble

Friday, March 8th, 11pm: dance party!

Saturday, March 9th, 9pm: showing of work with Fischer Sherin

Sunday, March 10th, 9pm: showing of work

Monday, March 11th, 9pm: Family night, talk show with parents, screening of Tim Wright’s (Casey’s dad) movie Conservation of Matter: The Fall and Rise of Boston’s Elevated Subway

Tuesday, March 12th, 9pm: showing of work with Languages of Liveness II (Playwriting II) students from Casey’s class at Brown

Wednesday, March 13th, 9pm: showing of work

Thursday, March 14th, 9pm: showing of work

Friday, March 15th, 8pm: Blood from a Turnip: a night of short puppet shows curated by Vanessa Gilbert and David Higgins

Friday, March 15th, 11pm: Dance party!

Saturday, March 16th, 12pm: Faces of the Afternoon with Sharon Mashihi

Saturday, March 16th, 5-7pm: Tether and Dungeon Broads visit

Saturday, March 16th, 9pm: showing of work with Dia Felix

Sunday, March 17th, 12-4pm: Community playwriting workshop, open to all! We will write plays collaboratively.

Sunday, March 17th, 9pm: final showing

Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia this Friday, March 8th, 8pm

RUTH MARGRAFF has written five martial arts operas with Fred Ho for BAM’s Next Wave Festival, Guggenheim Museum, Japan Society, the Apollo Theater and a CAMI-produced tour of Performing Art Centers nationwide.  She tours regularly with her Café Antarsia Ensemble and other plays throughout the UK, Canada, Western and Eastern Europe, Russia, India, Japan, Azerbaijan and Egypt. Her plays have been presented at Ice Factory Festival, Hourglass/Century Ballroom/PS122, HERE Arts Center, Cooper Union, Fordham/Lincoln Center, The Kitchen, etc.; Actors Theatre of Louisville; Cincinnati Playhouse in the Park; Red Eye, Frank/Walker Art Center; Rude Mechanicals, Salvage Vanguard, CentralTrak Gallery/ProjX, Granada, Club Dada; Theater of Note, Bottom’s Dream, Overtone Industries, etc. In Chicago, Ruth’s
 ANGER/FLY opened to critical acclaim at Trap Door in 2012; she’s now working with Link’s Hall and Pivot Arts Festival and has also worked with Red Tape, World Music Festival/Navy Pier, Chicago Cultural Institute, Viaduct, Silk Road, Chopin, Martyr’s, Uncommon Ground, etc.  Ruth has received awards from the Rockefeller, McKnight, Jerome, Fulbright foundations, Arts International, TMUNY, NEA/TCG, NYSCA, Illinois Arts Council and published with Dramatists Play Service, Kendall/Hunt, TDR, Performing Arts Journal, American Theatre, Theater Forum, Playscripts, Inc., Applause, NuMuse/Brown, Conjunctions/Bard, Autonomedia, Innova Records, Skyhorse and RED FROGS & OTHER PLAYS (NoPassport). She’s taught at Yale, Brown, UT/Michener and is Associate Professor at the Art Institute of Chicago currently on sabbatical. www.RuthMargraff.com

I moved into the theater last night with Vanessa’s help. I didn’t sleep much. It was strange sleeping with the exit signs as the only light. This morning I had my first rehearsal with Mimi Cabell. It was really cold in the space but exciting. Tonight I’ll be rehearsing with Vanessa Gilbert and Ren Evans. Here are some pictures I took of the space with my computer. 

There are some updates.

A new artist has joined the luminous line up: Pilar Gallego! Coming tomorrow! They will be making some movement and also some visuals. But all that could change tomorrow when the space speaks to them. 

Other artists have begun performing themselves (at my request)! Bios in the coming posts. 

Dance party this Friday night (March 8th) after Ruth’s band. 

More thoughts soon on what it means, these ‘showings.’

It’s happening! (Schedule so far)

Tuesday, March 5th, 9pm: showing of work with Vanessa Gilbert and Ren Evans

 

Wednesday, March 6th, 9pm: showing of work with Amanda Davidson and Pilar Gallego

 

Thursday, March 7th, 9pm: showing with Mimi Cabell

 

Friday, March 8th, 8pm: Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia Ensemble

Friday, March 8th, 11pm: dance party!

 

Saturday, March 9th, 9pm: showing of work with Fischer Sherin

 

Sunday, March 10th, 9pm: showing

 

Monday, March 11th, 9pm: Family night, talk show with parents, screening of my dad’s movie Conservation of Matter: The Fall and Rise of Boston’s Elevated Subway

Tuesday, March 12th, 9pm: showing of work with Languages of Liveness II (Playwriting II) students from my class at Brown

 

Wednesday, March 13th, 9pm: showing

 

Thursday, March 14th, 9pm: showing

Friday, March 15th, 8pm: Blood from a Turnip: a night of short puppet shows

Friday, March 15th, 11pm: Dance party!

Saturday, March 16th, 5-7pm: Tether and Dungeon Broads visit

 

Saturday, March 16th, 9pm: showing with Dia Felix

Sunday, March 17th, 12-4pm: Community playwriting workshop, open to all! We will write plays collaboratively.

 

Sunday, March 17th, 9pm: final showing

And dancing every night!

Anonymous said: Do you still give relationship advice or has this deal expired? I have a problem and I don't know the answer.

Me giving relationship advice will never expire as much as the friends I am constantly counseling to break up wish it would. Do you have a question?

I

I.

Put the light out

The light is out

Put the grass out

The grass is there

the inside rings

sitting at home in dark

jingle jingle

(the world crushed down in the shape of what happened

you not wanting me)

jingle jingle

 

II

Carry the window with you

remove the pane

The sill waits understandably unsure

(the space between us expressed now in time)

an invisibility

I wanted to say your name already

punishing

elements undo                        reckon

(wet carpet)

we are all alone

(what shape in the grass?)

but you weren’t there and then

who would answer?

 

III

language of this need

I say                     and still

mouth ajar

doesn’t solve

I’m working on what I don’t know how to do

a love at night that makes            

who?

unseeable             I got new earrings.

on a damp sidewalk in a quiet place

saying to you

and therefore

spreading out

you could do something

like the

for the world

 

IV

in the world people call you by a name

you didn’t choose

a problem with your arm

you want to join

two things exactly alike

they were made

but I don’t give

I make myself just a shape of a raincoat

(‘it’s my husband’s’)

still wanting to join

I like to paint because

when I move my hand             afterwards

I want something to be there

 

V

What is undeniable

keeps on like some never-ending

play I read by having to in high school

in verse

with all those footnotes

what space is there really on the planet

or what is it?

Our brains or hearts                       

what space? What trauma makes                    in there

what undoes?

People were right most people

about getting older

I worried I would never get there

(I’m still not)

now there                                                       I still worry

 

VI

I read that a poem is a fence on a life

life a thing dust gets in

I read that life is a wall

blocks one             has it

My song didn’t come

I turned off my instruments

forgot

sudden arrangements

loving an I and a you

instead of god

who gets to be             what?

some people have sex with a lot of different people

Who wants an open window vs. air conditioning? 

 

VII

Blocks some people or

pictures alone

to say

but saying doesn’t work anyway

(I miss you)

when your mouth comes back every time I try to write

something evil made by me

in my chair a car

the thing moves for me

wanting but not saying

it turns at the end like always

imagining my own death

or bringing along ours

it will not happen if you don’t say it

 

VIII

There is opening you do not

Which layer you do not

that place where feeling

has understood everything

and words are

which layer you do not when you speak

even to

what’s beneath

and open

what murder is

your large theory

if you say it and then also feel it

then also beneath and open

which level there

you don’t tell your friends

 

IX

related to all the animals

not dust

waiting still for the approval of outside

taking it off and putting it back on and

then rain

 

X

a pattern

I need cable cutters

to get out of my heart

something that used to move

even when I was quiet

 

XI

I knew your flu

I gave it to you.

And gave you an inside

which stained your hand.

 

XII

Still here

because I didn’t know how close I could get while still living

still unsuccessfully

and then walking back home and keeping doing

still living

not close anymore to where your mouth

and your hand

and your collar with one button in the back            (if even)

all days not knowing what to say

and because you would listen

we made meaningless together I

arrive back at your mouth

I want to tell you

you still don’t know what I’m saying


All this complexity is not created by nothing, but what creates it, us, cannot be explained.

You are alone. Your head is borrowed.

Life is brought forth by thought and becomes unthinkable.

Imagine walking on water. Imagine a set where a tree might grow.

Out of an idea of something, we come up,

stark thinking god, and the world, we come from clouds and sticks, rocks

A car is alone in a place that doesn’t end

An empty house, ghost sweat in her dress, the sun doesn’t know.

A woman was driving the car, but no one is around, not even her.

She tried to cover death with a facial closing, a mask.

Wandering, she looks at closed, a block, doesn’t see the openings, doesn’t breathe.

Life goes on, completely regular. Someone looks for something in a bag

A mirror is not a window In the window, she sees mannequins stuck in poses.

We leave her there watching stillness.

Plants absorb street noise, break sun into stars, in a garden next door.

After everything, even what’s small in this day, two lovers are glad to be together.

Plants make air. Her dress is breathable. Our arms together make the right shape.

Peace is symmetry only grace can break.

She, the woman, would say she knows god.

The man would know but not say.

Okay, this is really weird because I shot this with photo booth, so it’s flipped, and I’m acting really weird because it’s 7 in the morning after not sleeping (I think you can actually hear me yawn at one point which really expresses how I was feeling during much of the last two weeks), but here is a quiet tour of the residency space the morning I loaded out. 

Thanks so much for everyone who supported me doing this project and came and worked on it and also came and was audience (a very active role most times). I feel really lucky to have been able to do this and will be writing more about the things I am left with after this strange and changing experience in the journal

If you came and got something out of the experience or didn’t but was glad it was happening or would like to continue supporting this piece and get an artifact from it, please consider contributing money through the kickstarter project. Originally residency would have been paid for with ticket prices, but we didn’t have tickets (except one night), so I still owe AS220 $1000 (which is an amazing deal for all they gave me). Even a dollar is great and really helpful!

I’m gonna try and cry today at noon. 

Faces of the Afternoon with Sharon Mashihi. An intimate reckoning with Cassavettes’ Faces and each other. 

What has been developing in some of the showings

These are scripts of what Ren Evans, Vanessa Gilbert and I have shown in the residency so far. 

This video was brought to my attention today by Mimi Cabell. So confusing! What does the number 22 mean to Taylor Swift? Why does she need to count on her fingers? Or look at us when she lying on the beach with her friends? I want that shirt! This feels related Ren Evans, Dia Felix….

Reba last night. Sweet sounds. My mom was there (here she is in the morning). We lay on my bed and listened. Other people were there too. We talked and painted our nails and made a song together after Reba taught us how to use her magical pedals. It was pedal day it turned out. Scented candles. Reba is a generous powerful environment maker. Transfixing transformation to dark stage ready. Quietness. She and my mom talked for a long time afterward. Strange meetings. What day is it today? 

Tonight! Mimi Cabell! Also, now you can post to this blog!

Tonight at 95 Empire! Showing of work with Mimi Cabell! We are working on a performance we are going to do at a gender studies conference. Come, eat snacks and pretend you’re at a reception at a gender studies conference. 

You can now submit posts to this blog which I am excited about. So you can put pictures up or say things. Just tag them #Come in. Be with me. Don’t touch me. 

Tonight! Talk show with special guests

Amanda Davidson is the author of Apprenticeship, a chapbook on New Herring Press. She’s been an artist in residence at Art Farm Nebraska, MacDowell, and Millay. Visit partedinthemiddle.wordpress.com

Pilar Gallego is a Brooklyn-based artist and curator of objects. They are interested in semiotics and material culture. Pilar aims to peel and reveal layers of meanings from the coveted object, while exploring and developing a visual language that speaks to and of gender, feminism, and minority representations. Pilar is a graduate of Pratt Institute, where they studied fine art and creative writing. 

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Caitie Moore is a poet, essayist, and curator. She has a forthcoming chapbook from Argos Books, and forthcoming translations of Gabriela Mistral in Circumference. Last year, she curated an art sleepover at the boatel, to which Casey Llewellyn contributed her brilliant presence, mind, and work. Caitie is thrilled to be reading Barbara Guest’s words in response to talk show questions at Come in. Be With Me. Don’t Touch Me. 
image
Pilar, the first visiting artist, has arrived! Here they are preparing their ‘archetypes.’

Pilar, the first visiting artist, has arrived! Here they are preparing their ‘archetypes.’

Come in. opens our space to you tomorrow

Here is an updated schedule of events:

Please note that showings are not shows, but more like open rehearsals in which you are invited to experience and be part of a work in the middle of its being made and hang out after.

Tuesday, March 5th, 9pm: showing of work with Vanessa Gilbert and Ren Evans

Wednesday, March 6th, 9pm: talk show with special guest experts: Amanda Davidson, Pilar Gallego, and Caitie Moore

Thursday, March 7th, 9pm: showing of work with Mimi Cabell

Friday, March 8th, 8pm: Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia Ensemble

Friday, March 8th, 11pm: dance party!

Saturday, March 9th, 9pm: showing of work with Fischer Sherin

Sunday, March 10th, 9pm: showing of work

Monday, March 11th, 9pm: Family night, talk show with parents, screening of Tim Wright’s (Casey’s dad) movie Conservation of Matter: The Fall and Rise of Boston’s Elevated Subway

Tuesday, March 12th, 9pm: showing of work with Languages of Liveness II (Playwriting II) students from Casey’s class at Brown

Wednesday, March 13th, 9pm: showing of work

Thursday, March 14th, 9pm: showing of work

Friday, March 15th, 8pm: Blood from a Turnip: a night of short puppet shows curated by Vanessa Gilbert and David Higgins

Friday, March 15th, 11pm: Dance party!

Saturday, March 16th, 12pm: Faces of the Afternoon with Sharon Mashihi

Saturday, March 16th, 5-7pm: Tether and Dungeon Broads visit

Saturday, March 16th, 9pm: showing of work with Dia Felix

Sunday, March 17th, 12-4pm: Community playwriting workshop, open to all! We will write plays collaboratively.

Sunday, March 17th, 9pm: final showing

Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia this Friday, March 8th, 8pm

RUTH MARGRAFF has written five martial arts operas with Fred Ho for BAM’s Next Wave Festival, Guggenheim Museum, Japan Society, the Apollo Theater and a CAMI-produced tour of Performing Art Centers nationwide.  She tours regularly with her Café Antarsia Ensemble and other plays throughout the UK, Canada, Western and Eastern Europe, Russia, India, Japan, Azerbaijan and Egypt. Her plays have been presented at Ice Factory Festival, Hourglass/Century Ballroom/PS122, HERE Arts Center, Cooper Union, Fordham/Lincoln Center, The Kitchen, etc.; Actors Theatre of Louisville; Cincinnati Playhouse in the Park; Red Eye, Frank/Walker Art Center; Rude Mechanicals, Salvage Vanguard, CentralTrak Gallery/ProjX, Granada, Club Dada; Theater of Note, Bottom’s Dream, Overtone Industries, etc. In Chicago, Ruth’s
 ANGER/FLY opened to critical acclaim at Trap Door in 2012; she’s now working with Link’s Hall and Pivot Arts Festival and has also worked with Red Tape, World Music Festival/Navy Pier, Chicago Cultural Institute, Viaduct, Silk Road, Chopin, Martyr’s, Uncommon Ground, etc.  Ruth has received awards from the Rockefeller, McKnight, Jerome, Fulbright foundations, Arts International, TMUNY, NEA/TCG, NYSCA, Illinois Arts Council and published with Dramatists Play Service, Kendall/Hunt, TDR, Performing Arts Journal, American Theatre, Theater Forum, Playscripts, Inc., Applause, NuMuse/Brown, Conjunctions/Bard, Autonomedia, Innova Records, Skyhorse and RED FROGS & OTHER PLAYS (NoPassport). She’s taught at Yale, Brown, UT/Michener and is Associate Professor at the Art Institute of Chicago currently on sabbatical. www.RuthMargraff.com

I moved into the theater last night with Vanessa’s help. I didn’t sleep much. It was strange sleeping with the exit signs as the only light. This morning I had my first rehearsal with Mimi Cabell. It was really cold in the space but exciting. Tonight I’ll be rehearsing with Vanessa Gilbert and Ren Evans. Here are some pictures I took of the space with my computer. 

There are some updates.

A new artist has joined the luminous line up: Pilar Gallego! Coming tomorrow! They will be making some movement and also some visuals. But all that could change tomorrow when the space speaks to them. 

Other artists have begun performing themselves (at my request)! Bios in the coming posts. 

Dance party this Friday night (March 8th) after Ruth’s band. 

More thoughts soon on what it means, these ‘showings.’

It’s happening! (Schedule so far)

Tuesday, March 5th, 9pm: showing of work with Vanessa Gilbert and Ren Evans

 

Wednesday, March 6th, 9pm: showing of work with Amanda Davidson and Pilar Gallego

 

Thursday, March 7th, 9pm: showing with Mimi Cabell

 

Friday, March 8th, 8pm: Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia Ensemble

Friday, March 8th, 11pm: dance party!

 

Saturday, March 9th, 9pm: showing of work with Fischer Sherin

 

Sunday, March 10th, 9pm: showing

 

Monday, March 11th, 9pm: Family night, talk show with parents, screening of my dad’s movie Conservation of Matter: The Fall and Rise of Boston’s Elevated Subway

Tuesday, March 12th, 9pm: showing of work with Languages of Liveness II (Playwriting II) students from my class at Brown

 

Wednesday, March 13th, 9pm: showing

 

Thursday, March 14th, 9pm: showing

Friday, March 15th, 8pm: Blood from a Turnip: a night of short puppet shows

Friday, March 15th, 11pm: Dance party!

Saturday, March 16th, 5-7pm: Tether and Dungeon Broads visit

 

Saturday, March 16th, 9pm: showing with Dia Felix

Sunday, March 17th, 12-4pm: Community playwriting workshop, open to all! We will write plays collaboratively.

 

Sunday, March 17th, 9pm: final showing

And dancing every night!

Tonight! Mimi Cabell! Also, now you can post to this blog!
Tonight! Talk show with special guests
Come in. opens our space to you tomorrow
Ruth Margraff and Cafe Antarsia this Friday, March 8th, 8pm
It’s happening! (Schedule so far)

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