Wish You Were Here! Public Poetry Workshop This Saturday 9/14

3-6 PM  Saturday September 14, 2013
North Chinatown
*meet in front of the Asian Arts Initiative at 2:45
1219 Vine Street
Join Philadelphia poets Sueyeun Juliette Lee and Quyen Nghiem for a Hot Tea! public poetry workshop and exploration of public spaces in Chinatown. As part of the Asian Arts Initiative’s Tea Trike public arts initiative, we will walk through and explore two “public spaces” in North Chinatown — an urban park and an abandoned alleyway — as we enjoy tea and compose postcard poems to the city. Postcards invite loved ones and friends to imaginatively join us during our travels. They often feature a key image that represents the most memorable and beautiful aspects of our journey. In addition to writing poetry, we’ll be “editing” postcards of Philadelphia to include snapshots of ourselves and these abandoned spaces. Our postcard poems will strive to remind our community of those spaces that have been abandoned, neglected, and forgotten here in Philadelphia. Help us imaginatively revitalize these spaces with your dreams. Help us speak out to the community–Oh Philadelphia, how we wish you were here!
All ages are welcome.

Insight, the body. Sinuous it goes.

According to East Asian astrology, this is the year of the water serpent. I’m trying to understand what this means for my imagination of this year. Serpents. Sinuous, terrestrial. They know and observe according to different rationalities. I feel time might congeal for them where it runs past me.

I passed by these dragon statues near Chinatown on my walk home this evening. The dragons felt nude to me, exposed. I normally imagine them enclouded, outside of my total vision. They roam the skies, dwell in fog banks encasing hermetic mountaintops, slumber in taut, silent lakes. Aren’t these truly the totems of inspiration, insight, the knowledge that crashes down through us — what we can’t prepare for?

I feel that so much has already crashed down. This year will hopefully be a quiet year of recovery, of subtle, deep set and slow terrestrial movements. Of serpent tectonics that bring the sky down into the sea. Serpents as land dragons. Slowed down, distilled and more gentle for our encounter. Speak.

Sha told me he was prepared to give up being human.

What am I prepared to foreswear in order to enter this dark blue room, the other side of sight. To continue as I have is to be pinned to the sky — blind, mute, frozen, exposed. An iron curlicue. No new forms.