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What’s Not to Like?
The Workmen’s Circle and Jewish Current presents
Jews, Arts, and Activism
How do Jewish identity, art, and commitments of conscience intersect?
This question will be explored in panels and performances at Jews, Arts, and Activism, a conference presented by Jewish Currents magazine and The Workmen’s Circle / Arbeter Ring. Featuring a dizzying cast of cutting-edge artists: Daniel Blacksberg ∙ Lawrence Bush ∙ Adrienne Cooper ∙ Ian Dreiblatt ∙ Jewlia Eisenberg ∙ Sara Felder ∙ Lisa Gallatin ∙ Jerry Goralnick and Lois Kagan Mingus ∙ Nada Gordon ∙ Susan Griss ∙ Vanessa Hidary ∙ Irena Klepfisz ∙ Psoy Korolenko ∙ Jennifer Miller ∙ Jenny Romaine ∙ Basya Schechter ∙ Conference Organizer: Dana Schneider
Conference and Party: Sunday, October 28 at 45 East 33rd Street (6 train to 33)
Join us for the Conference at 2 pm
Stay for the Evening Program at 6:30 pm
Cocktails, hors d’oeuvres, and astounding live acts.
At the cocktail reception/benefit performance The Moishe Katz Award for Contributions to Yiddish Culture and Jewish Secularism will be presented to Peter Pepper, labor activist and WC/AR President.
The price of admission is $30 for WC/AR members, $36 for non-members ($18 workshops or evening only).
With questions, for more information, or to register please contact Dana Schneider at (212) 889-6800 ext 271 or dschneider@circle.org.
Wrap me in Rorschach
And by the way, don’t you want this inkblot umbrella? Inkblots — apparently a new trend in textile design: BRILLIANT.
A butterfly in the throat
I’m reading Stefan Kanfer’s wonderful Stardust Lost: The Triumph, Tragedy, and Mishugas of the Yiddish Theater in America. From page 104: “In 1910, some wag labeled New York City the nation’s thyroid gland. It was both a put-down and a compliment.” In a non-localized, online world, is this still the case?
Why is my thyroid behaving like the stock market in 2000? Maybe it’s genetic. My grandmother had hypothyroidism so severe that she had to be hospitalized. Her thyroid just stopped working completely. Or… does stress affect thyroid function, spiralling it ever lower? Wondering.
Such a tiny little butterfly of a gland!
Hoping the new dose will bring on new poems, more home couture, and so on. At the moment I haven’t the urge to be or do anything more than a coiled shrimp. Except maybe that I want to cry, and I don’t think shrimp weep much. Or do they? Perhaps it’s not given for us to know.
Same old diagnosis!
Thyroid low again! Anemic too! No wonder I haven’t blogged for like a month.
Awaiting new dosage.
O do…
O do read the interview with Alan Davies on Tom Beckett’s blog as soon as you can!
Why is open mike spelled “mic”? I hate that. Sounds like an Irishman after a week at Esalen.
Skunk Hour? WTF?
Today there was a lunchtime presentation at Pratt on the topic of close reading. It was a mostly interesting discussion, except that one of the presenters mentioned she had students reading sonnets by John Berryman (OK, whatever) and… er…Kim Addonizio… and that she also gives students several poets’ close readings of Lowell’s “Skunk Hour,” as well as the poem itself. Why is this *crap* still being used as models of poetry for impressionable young minds? She also brought in a handout of poems she uses for close readings including some Russel Edson, some Plath, “Red Wheelbarrow” and “In a Station of the Metro”. Has no one yet figured out that these are both execrable poems, whose inflated historical importance may be their only virtue? oh GAWD. I want to SMASH THE BORING FUCKING CANON ALREADY. I can almost see myself in Doc Martens kicking everything and slamming at POETRY with a baseball bat. If you can’t teach people to read everything poetically, which would, I feel, be an exhilarating goal, at least give them some poetry to read that won’t make them think poetry is this awful monotonous whiny self-important thing. “Skunk Hour” — aaaaagh! SAVE ME!!!!!
Fatigue
I don’t want to sound melodramatic, but I feel like I’m drowning in fatigue.
