Thursday, June 10, 2021

I was interviewed for the podcast YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!

PLEASE CLICK HERE TO LISTEN

Many thanks to Ned Buskirk and everyone 
who makes this podcast possible!



Monday, June 7, 2021

(Soma)tic lecture for Städelschule Fine Art Academy

Due to covid-19 restrictions I am not in Germany as
I had hoped to be, but will instead be giving this talk
via Zoom. Please register at THIS LINK.

Many thanks to the faculty and students at Städelschule
for bringing me. Later this month I will also teach a
series of workshops for the students. And I hope to
visit in person one day in the future.










Thursday, June 3, 2021

(Soma)tic Rituals and Resulting Poems on Yūgen App

Please CLICK HERE for Yūgen App

MANY THANKS to artist Alexander Burenkov!

(I knew the day was coming when my poems would move into technology beyond me. I only have a flip phone, but I'm happy if others can see the app.)



Tuesday, June 1, 2021

VIDEO PREVIEW OF WAVE BOOKS FALL 2021 CATALOG!

VERY EXCITED FOR OUR NEW BOOKS
PLEASE CLICK HERE TO WATCH
OUR BOOK TRAILERS


 

Thursday, May 27, 2021

more notes from the Ignition Chronicles Ritual

My last (Soma)tic poetry ritual, "Resurrect Extinct Vibration," used audio field recordings of animals who have become extinct in my lifetime. The ritual momentarily returned the music of the disappeared back to the air, the body, and the land.

My newest ritual has 9 different ingredients; one of them involves interspecies communication. I have been in an apartment in Seattle, Washington, during covid lockdown for nearly a year. If you have never been here, crows rule this city. They are fearless, travel in large groups, chasing eagles out into the bay, and divebombing cats who dare to show their faces. I have been feeding them and eating with them at the window of #405. 


A plastic hummus container pinned to the wooden ledge has peanuts, crackers, and fruit. Poet is the name of one of the many crows who visit me each day, and they often bring me gifts. The latest is the shiny piece of round gold foil in the center, marked "12." Here is what makes me so happy about this dazzling bit of foil: I dreamed Poet was going to bring it to me!



The first gift was a small twig, a part of it broken and hanging on by a thread of itself. Poet came to the window on that first day, waving the twig. Then they set it down, tapped the window with that sleek jet black beak. Then picked up the twig and waved it again. They set it down again, chose a cracker from the bowl, and flew off. 


It was the night after the first gift, and my old boyfriend Christopher was in the dream, and he was yelling at me, "Stop saying crow, their name is Poet!" Christopher always thought he knew everything, but I liked his interjection on behalf of Poet. In the dream, Poet is at the window with a small piece of gold foil. Christopher said, "You better thank Poet, that is FUCKING GOLD they are giving you!"


Here we are today, all these months after the dream, and Poet brings me the GOLD! "Are we engaged now, buddy?" An emblem of the heart, feel the pulse of this golden river!


The 2nd gift was a tiny nub of translucent plastic. I wondered where Poet found this? It was for me, tap-tap, placed in the same spot where the twig had been deposited. At what point of the day did they find it, and then when did they think I would like it?


The 3rd was a dried red berry. Poet seemed to have a hard time parting with it. I said from my side of the window, "It's okay if you want to eat it." But they put it down, traded it for a peanut.


The 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th were soft and fuzzy seed pods from the same kind of plant. Tap-tap, "You need this... And again..."


The 8th gift is a lovely, twirly tree seed. Poet was proud of this small flag. Tap-tap, then waving the flag of Maytime whose violent growth surges are weighed against its arrant grace.


The 9th was a strip of bark smelling of the sacred nourishment and fertility of the forest.


The 10th was a red half-moon piece of processed cat food. Poet struggled. They LOVE red half-moon pieces of processed cat food! "It's OKAY, Poet! I'm VEGAN! Go ahead, take it!" They set it down on the ledge in the spot where they place all of my gifts. Then tilted their head to look at it very closely, then picked it up, set it down, looked some more. Then Poet quickly tapped the glass, grabbed a cracker, and flew off! "I HAVE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I EAT THAT DELICIOUS HALF-MOON RED CAT COOKIE!" The effort alone is something I cherish from our bartering. 


The 11th was a fragile, soft, green seed pod. It was the sweetest of all the gifts, held by the absolute tip of Poet's beak! As they flew to the window, it stood out, a small green light set in front of their flight. The most petite bouquet, just for me! And how was I to know that THIS was to proceed the GOLD dream foil? If you ever meet me, ask to see the GOLD dream foil; it will always be with me.




Wednesday, May 26, 2021

REGENERATION workshop for th e H OM E SC H OOL

I am excited to write poems inside this new ritual!

Please click HERE for registration

Many thanks to HOME SCHOOL

Monday, May 24, 2021

A Dream of Rome

If all goes well, I will be living in a gallery space in Rome this coming November. For years I have wanted to LIVE a very public (Soma)tic poetry ritual, and thanks to artist Jason Dodgeit is coming true!


Am I saying I will be an exhibit? I suppose so because all breathing, walking, dancing, eating, sleeping, and other forms of living will be done there. Most important to me, though, is the community of the museum. Each day and evening, there will be many ritual activities for writing poems and anyone can join me as often as they want. Cooking as ritual for writing poems, as well as building, painting, talking about death, disease, love, and the destruction of everything that wants to prevent the bridges we can make to reach one another. This community ritual is separate from Poetry Commons, but I hope to collaborate on many levels with many different people through both.







Tuesday, May 18, 2021

HILMA'S GHOST: Grieving Through Creative Strengths with (Soma)tic Rituals

May 20, 2021, ✪ 1:00 PM Seattle ✪ 4:00 PM New York ✪ 9:00 PM London

This is a FREE Workshop 
PLEASE REGISTER AT THIS LINK

PLEASE SEE NOTE BELOW FROM THE ORGANIZERS AT CARRIE SECRIST GALLERY
MANY THANKS TO Dannielle and Sharmistha







































NOTE from event organizer Dannielle Tegeder:
So excited for this Thursday’s free workshop on grief, death, ritual with one of my favorite poets CA Conrad. Join us @hilmasghost for its fourth public program, “Grieving Through Creative Strengths with (Soma)tic Rituals,” Thursday May 20 at 4:00pm EST. ✪ ✪ This is a virtual event, hosted by Carrie Secrist Gallery, will include brief talks on death rituals and the therapeutic capabilities of art by myself and @sharmistharay, followed by a creative workshop led by artist, poet, and ritualist @caconrad. ✪ ✪ Bring the art materials of your choice for a 50-minute session led by Conrad. ✪ ✪ Following a year of isolation, distance, and widespread loss, burnout and grief pervade our day to day lives. This session with CA Conrad focuses on somatic rituals to connect deeply with our bodies and find presence of mind. The workshop will address death and how to make sense of loss. We will learn how to create our own rituals as a means of grieving. ✪ ✪ Tune in to help us invoke the spirit of Hilma and follow the journey of the inner landscape! ✪ ✪ [Image: Pieter Bruegel, The Triumph of Death, 1562]

Thursday, April 15, 2021

Poets on Death

It was the poets who helped me the most when many people I loved died in the early years of AIDS. During the Covid-19 pandemic, I asked 33 poets to please share with us their thoughts on the subject of death.

Many thanks to Janice Lee and ENTROPY Magazine for amplifying poets' voices during this latest health crisis. Much gratitude to the poets who shared extraordinary parts of themselves about one of the most challenging experiences of our lives.

Please click HERE for the introduction

Please click HERE for Part 1:
Samuel Ace * Vidhu Aggarwal * Will Alexander * Kay Ulanday Barrett * Anselm Berrigan * Anne Boyer * Zoe Brezsny * Anne Carson * Angel Dominguez * Abou Farman

Please click HERE for Part 2:
Tonya Foster * Peter Gizzi * Raquel Gutiérrez * Sueyeun Juliette Lee * Jimena Lucero * Jo Mariner * Anthony McCann * Tanner Menard * Fred Moten * Eileen Myles * Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué

Please click HERE for Part 3:
Tommy Pico * Ariana Reines * Raquel Salas Rivera * Prageeta Sharma * Cedar Sigo * Christopher Soto * Brian Teare * Jackie Wang * Emerson Whitney * Dara Wier * Elizabeth Willis * Joey Yearous-Algozin





Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Forthcoming September 7th, 2021

Surge of JOY from seeing the cover of my new book! Many thanks to EVERYONE at Wave Books for their dedication to creating beautiful books of poems! 

Please visit THIS info link.



Sunday, March 21, 2021

Ignition Chronicles (page for a forthcoming anthology)

A Note on the (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual for the poem "9 Shard," by CAConrad


for Anne Boyer



For decades, poets have told me they write their best work when they are depressed or from the pain when a lover leaves, something that steers them into melancholy. When I teach creative writing, this often comes up, and I tell the poets in my class that I understand, but I also believe it is not exactly what we think it is.


We live our lives with our list of daily routines, from washing our bodies to obeying traffic signals on our way to work. There is so much to remember to get through the day. When tragedy disrupts our routines, suddenly, all of our attention is centered on that loss. It is in the focus of loss where many believe they can write better: Focus, the keyword.


It is crucial to learn that the focus the depression offers helps us write, not the depression itself. After we finally understand this, we see how we can orchestrate any focus we want, to write whenever and however we want! (Soma)tic poetry rituals have given me eyes to see the creative viability in everything around us for the poems!


Depression never again has to be a catalyst for creativity! What a relief! If I had to be depressed to write poems, I would have stopped it many years ago. After my boyfriend Earth was raped and murdered, I created a ritual to overcome my depression, getting out of the melancholy instead of romanticizing its violence on our emotional and spiritual bodies.


Poetry can improve our lives' quality if we forego the fable of sadness and alcoholism as being the best tools for a poet. I chose one of my newest poems for this anthology because I hope my latest always to be my best. Having written poems is not as important to me as continuing to write them because it shows me I am still living in a state of awareness. This poem encapsulates many years of understanding how to trust my audience, corresponding, rather than connecting things for them. To me, by not entirely connecting, I am inviting the reader to write with me. The space around the poem is for the reader's imagination to flourish. Collaborating with the creativity of the reader is something I always need to trust.


The poem below is from a series I call "Shards." They result from a (Soma)tic poetry ritual currently titled, "Ignition Chronicles," which has a couple of ingredients I would like to explain. During the pandemic, I am in Seattle, Washington, which is part of a rainforest. It has more rain than I have ever experienced, with an average of 36 inches a year. I knew that a new relationship with water would be beneficial for me for many reasons, chief among them being to expand my emotional capacity to cope with so much cloud cover. Each morning I take my bowl of millet or rice with nuts and berries to Kinnear Park to eat beneath a pine tree. The rain filtering through the branches places a taste of pine in my bowl. A Steller's jay flies to join my ritual each morning, landing nearby to scream for a nut. It is the only voice they have, so I imagine they might mean, "Good morning," but it very much sounds like a scream to me. When I mimic their sound, they seem to approve, shaking their magnificent crest. And then I write. Then I watch the sunrise over Elliot Bay and gather pine needles for tea later in the afternoon. Hearing the Steller's jay and crows of Seattle awaken each day is reassuring that we all know to greet the power of what morning brings. 


Later, I watch the sunrise again in another part of the world on outdoor public webcams. I have watched the sunrise in Mecca, Tokyo, Istanbul, Prague, and other places each day, trying a different outdoor webcam, meditating on these shards of light traveling 9 minutes through outer space after leaving the sun to reach us here on planet Earth. Yes, illumination and warmth arrive, but so does the help it brings for our bodies to produce critical vitamins for bone health, among other things. I drink the pine needle tea while writing with worldwide sunrise each afternoon.






Friday, March 19, 2021

Monday, March 8, 2021

Occult Poetry and (Soma)tic Rituals

MANY THANKS to Sarah Elizabeth Schantz
for inviting me to conduct this workshop
And THANKS to Harris for the SPARKLE flyer

Please register at writesofpassage13@gmail.com 

Class will meet May 22 and 23 
2PM EST
1PM CST
NOON MST
11AM PST

VERY EXCITED AND LOOKING FORWARD
TO CREATING RITUAL AND POEMS WITH YOU















photo is a still from the Norwegian TV show Are You Ready?

Thursday, March 4, 2021

Saturday, February 27, 2021

a (Soma)tic ritual for life after vaccination


Part of my Resurrect Extinct Vibration ritual included listening to extinct animal recordings while walking in a spiral formation inside Walmart stores across the US. Part of the experience was noting how The Walmart Portal had the same items for sale, same music, same lighting, and same smells.

After I am vaccinated and begin to move more freely, my goal is to visit as many different furniture, home improvement, food, clothing, and other retail stores in order to write through their smells---from fruit and wool to vile smelling furniture and building supplies which produce off-gassing.

I want my olfactory to push me into the new poem. How can the nose do the work of touch, of the ears? What memory reinvents a present smell? What actions exist around the present whiff? How is it possible to build a Scent Cave in the middle of a busy department store and go unnoticed? How can dance moves smell their way forward?


Friday, February 19, 2021

9-Poet (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual

To celebrate St. Mark's Poetry Project in NYC during their annual New Years Day Marathon fund drive 9 poets created the ritual together! 

Watch the video of us reading 
our ritual at THIS LINK