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II. an anthropologist he wrote a book, he called it “myths of heaven”
2. Rare rain outside The Bay and its windows and skylights and tent flaps. 3. so tired...
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Looking at Pictures: Chip Lord in Conversation with Theadora Walsh
Chip Lord, 1974, in front of Ant Farm’s Studio at Pier 40 with a Cadillac Ranch reject. Photo: Doug Michels There are many points of entry to thinking about a lifetime of making work. We could use...
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On Tacoma Arts and Social Change
5 Stages mural by Saiyare Refaei and Tiffanny Hammonds, 2017. Photo: Crews Creative. The mural was produced through Spaceworks’ Artscapes program. Last October, as part of Tacoma Arts Month, I drove...
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What’s an Amateur, Anyway?
Eds note: The prose in this post was written by Creative Growth Poet-in-Residence Lorraine Lupo Heather Edgar, Untitled, 18″x24″ acrylic on paper I like to proselytize to any non-poet who will listen....
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Notes From Our Last Meeting
We arrive at Tecopa Hot Springs after dark. It’s too late to use the pools. Due to an incident (significance expressed on the attendant’s face) the unisex bath is out of service. The sign on the door...
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Who We Were When We Were Here
Un-Disclosure We were teaching on the reservation when, overnight, the campus closed. We were working remotely, seeing students in person only when shopping at Fred Meyer. The tribe took care of us,...
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They lived happily ever after And then the sun came up And then the sun go down The couple is riding off into the sunset The End They threw a pie at the shark, the end “We’ll have to do this again...
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Foundations
When SFMOMA established its archives in 2006, the museum was lucky enough to have its early records, dating back to its founding in 1935, still intact and ready to be accessed by the research public....
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Over My Shoulder
Oakland, August 2020 Leslie Scalapino is a summer poet. Her work’s humid, skin and air become indistinguishable. She catches glints of light and dogs and sex, unfurls montages of violence distant and...
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Track Changes
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