 Lauren Bullock is a queer Vietnamese and Black writer, performer, and teaching artist. Her work has appeared on AFROPUNK.com, The Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Center, and more. She currently serves as a staff writer for Black Nerd Problems, poetry editor for FreezeRay Poetry, and crime-fighting costumed vigilante of many aliases. from the artist Why do you write? What compels you to write?
I've always been drawn to storytelling and crafting with words; I still have my earliest poem from kindergarten tucked away with every notebook and journal I've ever written in since. As someone with many different intersecting identities there's something soothing and powerful about not only being able to articulate my own narrative clearly, but finding threads that bind what can feel like disparate parts together. I also possess a deeply sensitive and intense personality (shout out to strong Scorpio placements), so I find that poetry in particular has been helpful in communicating my emotions without having to fear hyperbole. As far as compulsion, I've recently been relearning how to center myself as a motivator instead of outside sources (the need for representation, competitive deadlines, living up to an imagined ideal, etc). It's a slower process, but I think it's been necessary in forming a healthy relationship to my art in a hypercapitalist system that emphasizes production for production's sake. I want to be moved by a flow, not caught by a current.  Photo Credit: Jennifer Lewis Thea Matthews is a poet / scholar / activist born and raised in San Francisco, CA. She earned her BA in Sociology where she studied and taught June Jordan’s Poetry for the People. She writes on the complexities of humanity, grief, and resiliency. She has work in the Acentos Review, Atlanta Review, For Women Who Roar magazine, and others. She is a Tin House scholar; and has delivered her poetry at various festivals including Litquake, Lit Crawl, the National Queer Arts Festival, and the Sonido Music Fest. Her first collection of poetry, Unearth [The Flowers], will be published by Red Light Lit Press spring 2020. Find her IG/Twitter/FB: theamatthews_ and www.theamatthews.com from the artist Poetry validates Truth. To see and be seen, feel and be felt, listen and be heard–– poetry honors the body, memory, resiliency of humanity. When I write, I reclaim my voice and feel my own Power. When I write, I see, feel, listen to Spirit. When I write, I join you in love, dialogue, tension. I am no longer alone. I tap into the Source of Strength. As summer winds down, we start to rev up into another academic year. After you stock up on pencils and notebooks, check out our August GLOW! For August, we're featuring poet and writer stewart shaw  stewart shaw is a poetry and fiction writer who has attended writing conferences in various African nations. His poems have been published in African American Review, Temenos Literary Journal, Serendipity and others, as well as short stories in Mighty Real: An Anthology of African American Same Gender Loving Writing and African Voices. He is a Cave Canem Poetry Fellow. He has a chapbook titled The House of Men from Glass Lyre Press.
We're so honored that RADAR Productions has been selected alongside 99 other movers and shakers in the current arts and literary landscape in the YBCA 100! Each year, the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts recognizes and celebrates some of the most notable artists and activists today. Recognition as a YBCA 100 honoree is a celebration of an individual’s present efforts and acknowledgment that their work will have future impact. Our YBCA 100 honorees come from the Bay Area and around the world. On this list, celebrities rub elbows with unsung heroes, and activists and artists are as revered as pop stars. It is a list unlike any other. This year's list of honorees includes community favorites such as Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Jr. and well known celebrities Lizzo and Billy Porter. We're proud that the work we do here at RADAR is being spotlighted amongst such esteemed activists and artists.
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Radar Productions is currently looking for prospective members for our Development Committee to help raise funds for RADAR’s presenting, commissioning, touring, and artist development programs. The Development Committee takes the lead on all of RADAR's fundraising activity and will produce and host at least two fundraisers per calendar year, while helping cultivate individual donations via our annual ask. ABOUT RADAR Founded in 2003, RADAR Productions is one of the nation’s highest profile literary arts organizations focused on queer and trans people of color (QTPOC). Our presenting, commissioning and touring programs re-imagine what the literary arts can be, stimulate the production of work by QTPOC artists and explore the community-building role played by literature and the arts. Our programs build community and create a platform for innovative, emerging and mid-career queer and trans artists of color whose works challenge mainstream concepts of culture, race, gender, sexuality and class and authentically reflect the experiences of QTPOC. Throughout its 13-year history RADAR has employed the arts to build and amplify a queer community that creates innovative artistic interventions to culture, meaningful transformation for artists’ lives and life-changing and life-affirming access to the literary arts for our audiences. RADAR has always prioritized an inward-facing method: queer artists dialoguing with queer audiences in hopes of strengthening and affirming community, rather than queer artists representing a monolithic queer experience to straight audiences in hopes of being humanized. As such, RADAR prioritizes artistic process/practice, recognizing that the spirit of experimentation, creativity and “art first” has greater potential for cultural change than the expectation that queer artists consistently be expected to be representational first. We're soaking into summer's fog and still accepting submissions for Sister Spit until July 20th! For this month's GLOW feature, we're taking a break from poetry. and focusing on other literary genres that are being queered by our QTPOC brethren. July's literary artist is short story author and essayist, Nancy Au! Nancy Au’s stories and essays appear in Redivider, Gulf Coast, Michigan Quarterly Review, among others. She teaches creative writing (to biology majors!) at California State University Stanislaus, and is co-founder of The Escapery. Her debut full-length collection, Spider Love Song & Other Stories, is forthcoming from Acre Books, September 2019.  Happy Pride everyone! As we prepare for parades and celebrations, we also honor our queer elders who came before us, especially the trans women of color activists who have started these modern Pride movements, and who are still fighting for their lives and for a better world we can all benefit from. This month's featured poet is Tanea Lunsford Lynx. Tanea Lunsford Lynx is a is a writer, abolitionist, and fourth generation Black San Franciscan on both sides. She earned a BA from Columbia University and an MA from the California Institute of Integral Studies (CIIS). She has more than 10 years of experience as a performing artist, curator, activist and educator in San Francisco.   Our 2019 Sister Spit Tour was a hit and we're heading on the road in 2020. We're currently accepting applications on Submittable for our 2020 tour and we want YOU to apply! Sister Spit is a 16-18 day tour that takes place in March each year. We offer 7 QTPOC artists the opportunity to develop skills on tour and showcase their work.
Sister Spit began in San Francisco in the 1990s as a weekly, girls-only open mic that was an alternative to the misogyny-soaked poetry open mics popular around the city (and the nation) at that time. Inspired by two-bit punk bands who managed to go on the road without hardly knowing how to play their instruments, Sister Spit became the first all-girl poetry roadshow at the end of the 90s, and toured regularly with such folks as Eileen Myles, Marci Blackman, Beth Lisick and Nomy Lamm. The tour was revived as Sister Spit: The Next Generation in 2007, and has toured the United States annually since, with authors and performers such as Chinaka Hodge, Dorothy Allison, Lenelle Moise and Justin Vivian Bond. In this next incarnation, out of respect to the changing gender landscape of our queer and literary communities, Sister Spit welcomes artists of all genders, so long as they mesh with the tour’s historic vibe of feminism, queerness, humor and provocation. Applications close July 6, 2019! 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. We're happy to announce the comeback of our GLOW! Each month, the RADAR blog will feature a queer literary artist to engage our community. For April, we have jamal rashad. jamal rashad is a Black, a Queer, an optimist when careful, a massage therapist, and poet. He has received a fellowship from The Watering Hole Poetry. His work has been featured in Maji Press, Argot Magazine, "Blackgirldangerous.com", the "Moonsalt" chapbook , and Against Equality. Currently, Jamal is working as a fiction editor for African Voices Magazine, and an editor for the forthcoming Imagoes; a Queer Anthology, being published through Love, Pain & Poetry Publishing.
Single Room Occupancy
After Wanda Coleman The mold on my windowsill is conspiring against me to form a union with the fungi on my sheet thin mattress and my neighbor tells me with a full chest/ eyes swimming in water, that he is sending off to Africa for a bride and ask what i think is a fair price music is the slow drag of the mules at 6 am headed to pasture only giving pause for the widow, on the other side of me, whos still screaming about 1992 and the mice we both hear at dawn, living defiantly has brought me solitude in a room, in neutral, in a shack squat , in this gray struck place and slumped on this cushionless pastel chair where i cover the chipped paint of the walls with what art a week of sucks on unemployment can buy- my thighs have been without moisture for months and now the only comforts i have are in the thousands of trite little verses i manage to write monthly, hoping to strike gold there is a man in philadelphia who has hexed me and try as i might I can't seem to keep the weight off home is unmonitored doses of sleeping pills to silence the mariachi coming from two flights down i'm on the 5th floor and home is the light on the phone telling me that the sender, somewhere, has some good dirt to share sometimes i sleep in the same outfit twice hoping it will look just as good tmrw since my money is scarce and i can't always drop quarters at the laundromat sometimes i sleep for days and wake up missing things i can't remember appointments for stamps, case worker visits, inspection dates. sometimes I startle awake from my nap, feet slapping the floor looking in the mirror, after i've done a once over and counted where them bugs done bit. “...least I still got my eyes.” Untitled a boy drowns in the river, which is flooding. a boy maps out the change in currents. boys, throwing bones in a courtyard, hear a person on the news speak about the boy who has drowned. the boys, on a bus, read about the boy who has drowned. the boys, who march, raise money for the families of other boys who have been taken under tow. boys, with bloated skin, give lectures about the importance of reading moon charts. a boy threatens to drown. A boy cynicist, reads the skies and warns that there will be more drowning- silent, painful and slow. boys become professional lifeguards. near the gap, boys gather to make nice under trees, turn each other around and dance. some boys lay wreaths. a boy bathes himself in river water, finds the mouth and makes his bed. |
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