Folks, what are you doing tomorrow night at 7pm? Join us for our last Assembly Reading Group meeting, as well as the beginning of something new. PM for details.
Municipalism Research Group: Assembly Reading Group
What are you doing tonight at 7pm? Come down to the shop and join the Municipalism Research Group for the start of our reading group centered around Antonio Negri and Michael Hardt’s new book, Assembly. Better still… the Twins are actually in the playoff’s and once finished we can stumble over to Eastlake to have a beer and watch the game!
Here’s a great interview with Hardt around the issue of organizing published in Roar Magazine back in 2015.
Tue, Oct. 3, 2017 ⁄ 7:00–9:00pm
Assembly Reading Group
Sam’s essay, which acts as a primer for the Crisis Logic & the Reader symposium is available as a printed broadside at the shop and this week at St. Catherine University. For those of you unable to attend the symposium or stop by the shop, here’s a PDF version of the broadside essay.
Mon, Nov. 14, 2016 ⁄ 3:00–5:00pm
Crisis Logic & the Reader: An Experimental Symposium
A last minute reminder that Crisis Logic & the Reader opens today. Sam will be giving a lecture on how the “social life of reading” might work as a durational alternative to crisis logic this afternoon at 3pm. Tomorrow Matt Olson and I will be in conversation regarding the radical gesture of love and its complications, and Thursday Monica Haller and I will be discussing issues of race and identity and its relationship to the environment. Closing things out, on Thursday evening, Michael Gallope, Meredith Gill, and the rest of their fantastic group, IE, will be playing us out for the week on Derek Winston Maxwell‘s community supported sound system. Join us!!
THE MASKS ARE FOR OUR OWN SAFETY
Chris Martin
Duct-taping the mouth of the oracle shut
Finance doesn’t need a body
It needs everybody
Bed bugs leisurely fleecing
A handwritten note reading free
As Hurricane Patricia scalps the coast
I say tomorrow, you say opportunity
(everything’s a mouth)
I say opportunity, you say property
As we (endless
Dolly shot) glide across the sidewalks
I want to fondle each tree
Marked with a green x
Because, I dunno, they’re possessed?
Our red carpet of papier-mâché leaves
Turns into one big banana peel
In the freezing autumn rain
This week we’re fucking and making a baby
Giving the cat away so I can breathe again
There’s a twitch in the translucent
Hood of my left eyelid
Tapping out Morse code to the half-buried scarecrow
It’s almost Halloween
Scarlet sociopath gardens
Blooming their scattered limbs
In manicured yards
I thought these people were middle class liberals
Bill Blass, Ralph Lauren
Atty is waging a nap-strike
Singing horn bill horn, his pants are all torn
And then mi cabeza over and over
He’s two-and-a-half and he’s going to be
A sexy, sparkly witch
And there’s nothing we can or want
To do about it
He’s the future
The future prolongs his opulent sleeplessness
And I secretly want him to become an engineer
But he’ll probably just become a famous actor
Or worse, a poet
The future is making declarations and practicing her cackle
I need the future to sleep so I can relax
But the future really doesn’t get tranquility
I should just let the future finish this poem
He says Daddy feels the beautiful rain
He says It’s nighttime in other people’s houses
He says I breathe my dark air
He says I become a merry, scary shepherdess
He says Yellow fire, yellow fire
He says I’m going to shrink to the size of an acorn
He says The white astronaut on the white moon opens the white door
He says Petal shovel
He says My astronaut got some moon on him
He says Mama is a witch because she walks in the alley
He says Daddy is a man because he walks into a house and is not a thing
He says Orca in a carriage full of people
He says I’m bellying away from you
He says You don’t want to call it anything
(from Rad Dads)