Sunday, December 24, 2017

My Crystal Grid and the way it functions

If you need healing, peace and reduced anxiety, or just to recalibrate your senses to get back on track with your life, this grid can be a tremendous aid.
The two long white stones framing the tip of the funnel of the grid are selenite, as well as the small stopper between them.
You would sit at the tip of the funnel with feet flat, remove the selenite stopper, take deep breaths, close your eyes, and focus on the healing you need.
I would sit at the wide end putting Reiki into the large Serpentine stone, activating the grid to move the vibratory frequencies of all the various crystals through a long copper staff connecting them in the center of the grid along with several Wilhelm Reich Orgonite devices (two resin pyramids and a small round tab).
(Note: to the right of my hand you see a pyramid sitting on a quartz bowl, and under that bowl is a little box, and in that box is healing dirt I smuggled in my shoes from the grotto of legendary artist and mystic Emma Kunz:

Many of these crystals were presents from friends and boyfriends over the past 30 plus years.
Some of the collection includes:
Amazonite, Amethyst, Apatite, Apophyllite, Aquamarine, Argonite, Aventurine, Bloodstone, Black Tourmaline, Blue Lace Agate, Carnelian, Celestite, Citrine, Danburite, Fluorite, Garnet, Hematite, Jade, Jasper, Jupiter Quartz, Kyanite, Labradorite, Lapis Lazuli, Lepidolite, Lemurian Quartz, Lithium Quartz, Pyrite, Rose Quartz, Selenite, Serpentine, Shungite, Sodalite, Stibnite, Sunstone, Tigers Eye, Ulexite

Each time I assemble the grid it works the crystals in different ways.
This newest assemblage feels set for healing with the Danburite setting right at the tip to make your own light SHINE!!

It is an honor to be steward to these bones of the Earth for my visit to the planet.
When I leave (not for more than 40 more years as several psychics have told me in the past year that I will live into my 90s) I will be sure that the grid is handed over to someone who will take care of it and use it to help transform and heal inside whatever future lies ahead.

This is the tiny 36-second video of the grid on Winter Solstice:
To making 2018 a year of transformation.
To fully confronting fascism in 2018.
For the very tough battle and the healing we will need during and after.
With Love, Poet CAConrad

PS Emma Kunz came to Philadelphia over a century ago from Zurich in search of a young man who fell in love with her. She was unable to locate him again and returned to Zurich where she soon developed her skills as an artist and healer.  It feels particularly nice to have this grid in Philadelphia once again but with the newly added small bit of her healing dirt.

Monday, December 18, 2017

New POEM up at The Scores...

MANY THANKS to the editors of The Scores!
Click HERE for the poem, "Camisado"

9 Tones In Living

Ritual of 9 days with each day a different tone, from sleepy to sexy.  I have to maintain the tone all day long no matter who I am talking with.  Like car accident tone, "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO BUY THAT APPLE AND EAT IT RIGHT NOW!"  How is the tone making me feel, is it sending me into myself in different ways?  The impact of the tone, how it resonates while writing notes for the poem and finding its way into the text through the tensed and taut sinew of the body.

Monday, July 17, 2017

new (Soma)tic article in The Paris Review

Please click HERE to 
read the article. 
Many thanks to Andrew Ridker. 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


Every single human being is creative.
If our creativity is an organ we need to start thinking of it as a vital one.
When we commit ourselves to nurturing our artistic capacities we improve our ability to more deeply discern the world around us and make the constructive decisions needed in order to thrive in this world.
When I conduct (Soma)tic workshops, especially in the university setting, there is often at least one student who admits to feeling like they are wasting their time learning poetry or art while the world falls apart.
One of my most important goals is to address this whenever it comes up.
I start by agreeing that our ecosystems are failing under our human comforts and excessive lust for power and money for Things, lots of Things.
Then I make clear just how impactful being creative can be for the future health and happiness of our species and other animals, birds, insects and plants.
When Albert Einstein said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge,” he was asking us to understand how bringing new ideas we create for the world is always more important than stagnating under templates of previous paradigms.
What I have also discovered while teaching (Soma)tic rituals for over a decade is that when people find themselves stuck, no longer able to write, paint, dance, these rituals build a bridge back to that essential, more daring and innovative part of themselves.
It is absolutely necessary, right now, at this very moment, to embrace our creativity.
No matter who you are, having a daily creative practice can expand your ability to better form the important questions we need to be asking ourselves about how to best change the destructive direction we are all headed.
If you used to paint, paint again.
If you used to write poems, start writing again.
The potential magic of this world requires our participation.
I’m not a motivational speaker; I’m a poet. I’m not an optimist; I simply believe in the possibilities of our collective genius.

(This manifesto was printed as a poster for my July, 2017 residency for Poets House in Madison Square Park!! MANY THANKS to Stephen Motika and everyone at Poets House and everyone at the park!! It's an incredible week!!)

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

TV BIRTH PORTAL: Bewitched (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual

For this ritual I looked for a television show that was on the air before and after I was born. The one I chose was Bewitched. The short description for the show is, “A witch (Samantha Stevens) married to an ordinary man (Darrin Stevens) cannot resist using her magic powers to solve the problems her family faces.” I climbed naked into a large plastic bag filled with salt water to watch the episodes prior to my birth on January 1st, 1966.

Ironically the episode that aired immediately after my birth on January 6th, 1966 finds Samantha pregnant. Her annoying husband Darrin does not want her using her magic powers to clean the house and he doesn’t want her lifting heavy objects until the baby is born so he hires a maid. This is the first episode I get to watch outside the plastic bag of warm salted water, REBORN in Bewitched! I hate this television show, although to be fair I hate most of them.

The ONLY character in Bewitched I like is Endora, Samantha’s mother. Endora has NO INTEREST in being told BY ANY MAN that she should give up her magic powers! She is THE ONLY character worth their salt in this tedious, badly written show! I agree with everything she says. After all, if Darrin had the magic powers instead of Samantha do you think he would choose to not use them? Darrin is nothing more than an insecure man who feels emasculated by Samantha’s powers! FUCK DARRIN, he’s a jerk who doesn’t DESERVE Samantha or her divine abilities. Endora should be a role model for us all to NEVER GIVE UP OUR POWER! Power Keepers!

Monday, June 5, 2017

vegan pesto sex (Soma)tic

this poetry ritual involves me growing the basil myself which is now underway and I'm very happy about it LOVING these plants LOVING them in sunlight TAKING THEM with me to the grocery store and having my potted basil sit in the kid's seat of the shopping cart AND I'm happy to be LIVING with this basil for a couple of weeks and THEN when there are enough leaves I'm going to harvest some of them to make pesto I will eat off my boyfriend for 9 nights 9 different landscapes of his beautiful FLESH for 9 poems POETRY CAN BE WHATEVER WE WANT IT TO BE so don't take any shit when they tell you your poems are wrong MY VENGEANCE IS LOVE

Monday, March 13, 2017

Power Sissy Intervention #4: Subject Change

We live in a homophobic culture, and even people who aren’t hateful per se assume they won’t get anything from a queer book.

NOTE:  At the moment I am not interested in embarrassing anybody; at the moment I am only interested in making crystal fucking clear that I am getting pretty fucking tired of a certain behavior, which is the basis of this ritual and its resulting poem.

To preserve my friendships I have quietly – and for decades – occasionally allowed my heterosexual friends to change the subject when I would be furious about homophobic and transphobic laws.  It did not happen too often and I have always been aware that my queer actions and ideas are too radical for most lesbians and gays, let alone straight people in our culture.  For instance when president Obama signed the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell it was to me the end of any hope of a radical queer insertion into the demented white hetero power structure of the USA and the rise of total lesbian and gay assimilation into our nation’s racist, brutal military industrial complex.  When lesbians and gays were celebrating and cheering that day I considered it the darkest possible compromise and the most unforgivable one at that with multiple wars underway, killing children of color in Pakistan, Afghanistan, Yemen, on and on we marched.

In the past two years there have been over 200 anti-LGBTQ laws issued throughout the USA and the lack of outcry has enraged me!  These laws against our rights for medical attention, our rights for raising children, our rights for using the goddamned bathroom of our choice have been sanctioning the cancer of hate across the nation!  It was at this point when I assumed even straight people would finally see how breathtakingly unjust and vile these laws are, but sometimes they did not.  Sometimes they not only changed the subject, they did so by saying, “Other people have problems too you know!”  After having a few drag-out fights with heterosexual acquaintances I decided to do a ritual where I stared into their eyes and dug my fingernails into my palms.  I started clipping my nails on the long side to SLICE deeper into my palm’s lines representing life, heart, mind, intuition, and fate.

And I said NOTHING with words, saving that for now, in this ritual for all to read.  I was just SLICING my nails into my palms, a reflection of their thoughtless, stupid remarks.  SLICING my way into feeling it on my flesh.  I took notes for the poem while staring into the indentations, while tasting the blood that broke through, while closing my eyes and rubbing my cheek and chin into it.  I will desecrate the monotheistic tools of repression and I will do it without fear of reprisal because I give a damn, because I Love this world!

Friday, March 3, 2017

Europe, Spring 2017 (Soma)tic workshops & talks


March 3, 8pm
Jason Dodge and Paul Thek exhibition
I will be giving a performance

March 4 and 5
a two-day (Soma)tic Poetry Workshop:
12 to 4 each day


March 11 and 12
a two-day (Soma)tic Poetry Workshop:
1 to 5 each day


March 14
I will be giving a performance
followed by a collective reading of
The Divine Comedy

March 15 and 16
(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop


March 18 and 19
(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop

March 20, 6pm
I will be giving a lecture and performance

MANY THANKS to the marvelous people in these cities who are making this possible, making space for workshops, talks and performances, VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!

Saturday, January 28, 2017


FREE PDF of Tripwire #10
this issue has a feature of new
(Soma)tic rituals and poems

Please click THIS LINK
then scroll down to #10
then click "FREE PDF"

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