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Son De Los Diablos

CunamacuΓ© rehearsing their “Son De Los Diablos.”Β  A performance inspired by the Afro-Peruvian dance Son de los Diablos to activate public spaces and reclaim ancestral practices of ceremony and ritual.Β  Created by Carmen Roman and Pierr Padilla Vasquez Saturday, September 8th, at 2pm The performance travels to different sites in the Fruitvale neighborhood with the […]

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Son De Los Diablos
The Baths, The Fog, The Lie: Notes on Drowning Phaedra at 6 PM

The Baths, The Fog, The Lie: Notes on Drowning Phaedra at 6 PM

Sutro Baths broken concrete pools don’t give a shit about me or my romanticized notion of Victorian grandeur. They just are, salt-scarred, graffitied, filled with seawater and broken glass and the honest stink of kelp and bird shit rotting in the sun. And that’s exactly why Sophocles Phaedra belongs here. Sophocles understood something we keep […]

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August 16, 2018 · Resistance

PowerPoint Presentations Over Buried Bodies: A Wednesday in Bayview

PowerPoint Presentations Over Buried Bodies: A Wednesday in Bayview

An America that asks what it owes its most vulnerable citizens is improved and humane. An America that looks away is ignoring not just the sins of the past but the sins of the present and the certain sins of the future. Ta-Nehisi Coates, We Were Eight Years In Power: An American Tragedy, 2017 BUILD […]

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The Streets Didn’t Ask for This

The Streets Didn’t Ask for This

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that […]

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Ancient Grief in a Modern Gym

Ancient Grief in a Modern Gym

So here’s the thing about these images: they’re documentation masquerading as art, or maybe art pretending to be documentation, that beautiful, fucked-up place where nobody’s quite sure what they’re looking at anymore. Rush Rehm’s doing Euripides like it still matters, like these 2,400-year-old words about women destroyed by war and men destroyed by their own […]

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She Bomb / Science Exchange: Now I Am Become Disruption – Death of a Dry Cleaner

We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, […]

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She Bomb / Science Exchange: Now I Am Become Disruption – Death of a Dry Cleaner
She Made Beauty All Round Her or The Getting Dirty Is the Point

She Made Beauty All Round Her or The Getting Dirty Is the Point

She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad – she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes – the toad became beautiful.C.S. Lewis,Β Till We Have Faces […]

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