Group Hug!
Collaborations and Group Pieces
We Are Love
“Love is a map we study to find ourselves in each other…”
Reena Esmail, composer; Ayana Haviv, solo soprano; Amy Fogerson, conductor; Charlie Kim, piano
Catalogue, with program notes, performance requirements, etc
Theofanidis: Complete Works with Guitar, Vol. 1
“I’m not sure exactly when the forest turned into a burning cathedral, but I have seen the animals inside it release to the sky like a soul leaving a body...”
Christopher Theofanidis, composer; Nicolò Spera, guitarist; Eugene Rogers, conductor; Liana Wimberly Williams, solo mezzo-soprano; Exigence Vocal Ensemble; Matthew Dane, Viola; Christina Jennings, flute
Being Women: Poetry and Imagery
“Mind was a prison, ruby lined
in its lipstick noir—everything woman
I was expected to be, trapped between
papered walls. What they said to do, I did not but only levitated at the burning…”
Kerri MacDonald and Morrigan McCarthy, producers; Maddie McGarvey and Annie Flanagan, photographers
“I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast” at Poets & Writer’s Theater, filmed and directed by Dan Sickles for Motionpoems
“Inside the virus there is a room. Inside the room,
a man. In the man’s hand, an ancient mace. But wait,
he’s not a man. He’s an instruction manual…”
“Because I was a hundred-year flower
the world was waiting to see bloom,
I unlatched the scabbard
for cutting away shadows …”
“Everything and nothing
has changed. Birds and buttercups regard us
with suspicion
as we approach with our gloved,
Clorox-wipe-filled hands...”
“if I seem tired lately it’s just because I am what took you so long to notice I’ve been dreaming of crushing myself and starting over rising like a fury from the sea…”
“The memes ask if anyone has tried unplugging 2020 and plugging it back in but we can’t find the socket, so we tiptoe…”
“Rumor has it, Alejandra Pizarnik once shut herself in for seven days to trip on hallucinogens and listen to Janis Joplin. At her best, she was unmoored. At her worst…”
“What tastes bittersweet
is still sweet; in daybreak pink Americans waltz—
a chandelier of starlings
tangled in each other’s songs...”
“It felt as if reverence had mated with irreverence, the sky had split open, and whimsy (in the guise of John Yau’s brain) had been born…”
“Today, another piece of loneliness
disguised as toast. My cats roam
the same three chairs, the same three
boxes of light…”