horizontal poetry night - unhinge/w(r)iggle/sprout
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tl;dr community poetry event
Themes: unhinging, w(r)iggling, sprouting
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The moment felt alive; it's an aliveness I find each time the movement is entered - the remembering is in the motion, in finding my way back to that motion - in wanting to see everyone I cared about, I danced sideways.
Looking across the crowd felt like looking across different layers of time. Dancing sideways, taking side tracks, making side notes, casting a sidelong glance at time, taking a digression from it, answering in asides.
"Effective subordination is a dance of deferential power" - how can we find more ways to move with others, to yield, and to break away, in order to get to where it is that we want to get to?
When might we spiral together?
In praise of the wriggly worm, the vine curling around the trellis, the unhinging door giving way to the other side. When we are stuck in a particular movement, or in a lack of motion, we can w(r)iggle around, still. When we take the desire path, the more circuitous route, what do we find along the way?
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What is horizontal poetry night?
-poetry space that blurs the line between audience and performer, between amateur and professional, between participant and host
-poetry space that explicitly and vehemently opposes white supremacy, imperialism, cis-hetero-patriarchy, dominant // dominating culture in all its forms
-poetry space where everyone who attends takes equal ownership over the container, the agreements, the vibe, the affect, etc.
We have two rules:
Everyone who attends must read something, it need not be your own work
No one can arrive once we open the container. Doors will close at 7:30pm
As always, work you bring need not relate to the theme at-large. Everyone must read something, even if it isn’t your own words.
Come as you are so we can embrace each other in our vulnerability.
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