Painting Live at the Andrew Freedman Home for the WaHi Art Forum
On November 23rd, I will be painting live at The Andrew Freedman Home for the WaHi Art Forum. The night will also include poetry by Sarah Serrano and Nick E. Finn, comedy from Alex Carabaño and art by James Vega
Location:
Andrew Freedman Home
1125 Grand Concourse
New York, NY 10452
Time: 6pm-1am
Hosted by Joe Shock Lopez
DJ of the evening will be Nelone
This event is bring brought to you by Reina Miranda aka Red Clay Woman, Divino Denegro of the WHAT? Show and Danny Hernandez.
Hope to see you there!
Today is the final day of National Poetry Month and is also Poem in Your Pocket Day! So be sure to carry a poem and share it with someone today.
It has been a wonderful learning experience to discover the art, poetry and backgrounds of so many different creative people. I hope you have enjoyed the experience as much as I did!
For my final post, I couldn’t think of one specific person I wanted to end this series with so I am ending with them ALL. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, this is the remix. I took on the challenge of creating five centos comprised of lines from each of the poems I‘ve posted throughout the month. Hope you enjoy them!
Rhythms
I remember
African new moon lying on her back
My soul features the beats of yesterday
Of coming old age
Up through the dark excuses
Always belonging to each other
When the merchants of language fail to bargain
I will take the sun in my mouth
The shimmering heat
Filled with the milk of mercy
Placing it right on my night stand
Among tamarindo and mango gardens
And God like geometry
And rest
Hopes
I come from a place where the bottom falls out the way the sun come up
Where your mouth has a thousand reviews
Then words won’t do: they’re words
Whose hopes are so low they are comfortable
Unspoken
It remains unchanged-
Like hail
In all the corners of my room
A quiet laugh below the thunder
Should it find a voice?
And leave us our bourbon and cigarettes
People
For, wash’d in life’s river
One creation matches another, in essence they are all alike
Since I was introduced to them in the very same manner
Reasonings
The time will come
That we know what?
One day I may not make sense
That, I will not follow you
~ Nia Andino ~
