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Welcome back for May's installment of GLOW! Not only is this month's GLOW feature a Seattle Civic Poet, Anastacia-Renee is also curating RADAR Superstar on Thursday, June 6th at 5:30pm-7:30pm at the Koret Auditorium. Join us for face painting, kiki-ing, and of course, the future of storytelling.  Photo Credit Brad Curran (Artist Trust) Anastacia-Renee is a multi-genre writer, educator, and interdisciplinary artist. She is the recipient of the 2018, James W. Ray Distinguished Artist Award for Washington artists (Artist Trust), and has served as the Seattle Civic Poet from 2017-2019, and the 2015-2017 Poet-in-Residence at Hugo House. She is the author of several books and her work has been published widely.
From the Artist: If you were to go on the Sister Spit tour, what is one thing you cannot leave home without? My essential body oils! What are some of your artistic influences/inspirations? Too many to name! Right now, many of my writing ancestors..dead poets, writers and artist who have passed down the legacy of writing and arting down to me/us. Describe your work in 5 words. raw black unpolished neon funk When KiKi Gets to be The Bell of the Ball “omg this is my favorite song & drake is so cute…like i wanna be his kiki.” In the way that drake asks: kiki do you love me i ask the nation (or just my colleagues) (or just my neighbors) (or just my waiter) (or just my doctor) (or just the police) do you love me haven’t i kept your children alive & your contemporary plantations fat don’t you feast on the lard in your american pie crust of bread in my black pudding don’t you trust in the gentrification of my everything the way you trust god on all your dollars Black Bodies (BE) (1.) black bodies IS tired from the sambo/hambo/ they exorcised out ain’t no sit-down for the artist//ain't no spa date for the poets pores sweat IS the new i can’t believe it’s not butter but it is not the fattening thing /you/ want to give cheddar to (2.) black bodies just BE told BE still or (breast ass tittie) nipple if ya nasty but bodies can’t afford a mammogram just BE like it’ll all work out in the end if you pray hard after Pilates & yoga & acupuncture but it BE a cost to the black bodies pocket & the body decides to exorcise on its own & ain’t gone BE no more guinea pig or let’s see or throw away or testing on this body & this body ain’t gone release nothing but the bruise that it BE. (3.) black bodies are woe/out of being the go to bodies of let-me-tell-you what not to do as in if someone kicked YOU down & bled YOU out YOU would not be expected to explain how kicking is a bad thing YOU there with blood all over your hands & tiny heaving parts crushed under the weight /at no time/as in not ever as in black bodies don’t get an intermission or whistle or spring break or emoji shrug the black off the body as in YOU could check out of this poem as in black bodies cannot check out//can barely go to the store with out how it BE & how it really IS (even now) (4.) when i was 7 & clans members rode up in a red truck (or maybe white or maybe blue) with a confederate flag waving at me (hi little girl hi little nigger hi little object hi little short rib) & shit on the fender at the midwest 7 eleven where mama was inside I DID. I DID mumble-pray -head down-eyes open to be a white girl which is not to say praying to be visible but just to be safe. a(men). Floating when the sun sets you become the tensile skin of an alligator green-brittle. & shedding or an allegation biting or an alleged sacrifice for your future altar if you are the daughter of a ghost realize you are see through translucent floating in all directions north. south. east. west. Comments are closed.
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