“All Points” is a monthly reading series at LIMINAL. It is held on the 3rd Saturday of the month and is now a Potluck!
This is a feminst & womanist reading series with a free mini-writing workshop beforehand.
This series was held at E.M. Wolfman General Interest Small Bookstore and has been on haitus since Liminal was started last year. Now it is housed at LIMINAL.
Pictures From Our Second Reading at EM Wolfman!
Writing Prompts from October Reading: (By Gina Goldblatt)
An Exercise in Positionality
1. Choose three items in the space and write a brief phrase describing them.
Ex. The magnified jax. The marble-sized tea cup. The compass in the garden.
2. Now choose a forth that includes a judgment.
Ex. The false garden of snakes.
3. Write down one bigger preoccupation\theme or concept that you feel coming from this exhibit.
4. Take a word from that phrase and change it to this bigger concept.
Ex. The false garden of space.
The Magnified Jax. The Marble-Sized Tea Cup. The Compass in the Garden. The False Garden of Space.
Now you have three items and a setting. Go from there. Perhaps the three items are place names. Perhaps they are just things found on the ground. You can play with positionality in terms of the proper naming of these “things” as well.
*Think about how the words look on the page. Like a visual art exhibit, how can words take on different meanings based on how they are placed\written?
Exercise 2: What photos would you put behind the only words you could use?
1. What is a comforting pattern to you? Paisley? Polka dots? Plaid?
Write about this pattern. What does it make you think of? What memories does it bring up? What are the shapes it is made up of? How does the pattern form?
2. Describe a series of images or memories that this pattern is associated with. Give them a stringent form.
Ex. Photo 1: Green lawn chair faded by weather, sitting in the shade of my grandmother’s maple tree.
3. Now put these two parts together, but with the following line to the beginning:
-Behind the words was a ____________ pattern.
At the very end, add this sentence:
-These were the images\memories behind the only words we could use.
4 Last, think about what the only words we could use would actually be.
Ex. This is meant to last.
This is your title.
Populate the Space (Sci-fi bent)
1. What kind of beings would populate this space? Explain how all of these things got here.
2. What sounds would there be? What words would be used? What conversations had? Or what actions taken? Who or what is central in this space?
In the _(name of space)_____, where the __(sounds that are inhabiting the space)________can be heard, the ____(name of beings)___________ discuss _______(what they are discussing)_________.
The first to (action being taken) will be the one to read the ______(name of document: see below #5).
4. What is this exhibit? A roadmap? A shrine? A prophesy?
5. Write out a passage, inspired by the space, that is the central document to the beings\sounds\conversations\actions of this space. Give this piece of writing a name. 5. Put the five parts together.
They were inspired by the exhibit that is currently up at E.M. Wolfman. The exhibit is called Artifacts of Life: Cosmological Origins of Spirit and Other by artist Wu Li Leung https://www.facebook.com/events/1550939525126885/
SOME OF THE WRITINGS INSPIRED BY THESE PROMPTS:
An Exercise in Positionality
By Ruth Crossman
Fake pink flower between two pieces of driftwood. Crystals on a white table. Triangle mirrors. True flowers springing forth from the back.
This is the altar of a witch and an alchemist. Their house is small and ancient, made of smoothed grey stones, on the rocky beach of an island in a Northern climate. It is sparsely inhabited but that is how they prefer it. They have a small boat to take them to the mainland when they must go there, but their choices have all been intentional. They wish for nothing more than each other’s company. In the kitchen there is an ancient iron stove, where she bakes bread and he brews beer. It’s not even a kitchen, really, just a place in their one room where the floor is smooth. They sleep in a massive captain’s bed, covered with feather-filled blankets and resting above a chest of drawers. There is a fireplace, and bookshelves made haphazardly from driftwood and crammed with crumbling books in many languages. The house is on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Small hardy flowers in shades of purple and yellow dot the rocks. Birds call constantly. Behind their cottage are all the herbs they need. Seasonings for soups, medicines, and rare plants for their more exotic compounds.
They dress in long flowing robes of blue, faded from the salt of the sea. They have lived together for so long that they have begun to resemble each other. Their bodies are tall and rangy, their hair white and flowing, and their eyes are the grayish-green of their ocean. Their faces are deeply lined but youthful in their happiness.
She is the daughter of a selkie and a fisherman. One night her father played the mandolin under the light of the moon and saw a woman from the water, enchanted by the music. She shed her sealskin like a soft fur coat and crept into his bed wet and briny. The child they made grew like a flower on the cliffs. The fish sang to her when she swam with them. If she cupped her hands the moonlight would drop into them like a ball. Her magic is intuitive, untrained and without ritual.
She wears no charms on her neck and no rings on her fingers. She doesn’t like the feel of them on her skin and they only get in the way when she tries to swim. Her only gods are the stars and the sea. On the altar the witch places the gifts of her mother: rare shells and the bones of strange creatures. In the center are the crystals, the only form of jewel she knows.
The alchemist is the son of a wizard and a courtesan, raised secretly in the castle where his father served. The only mothers he knew were the cooks and scullery maids who fed him and dandled him as a baby. The wizard gave his knowledge indiscriminately: philosophy and black magic in one breath, ancient history and poultice prescriptions in the next. Sometimes his son was an apprentice, sometimes a pupil, and sometimes little more than a house pet. On the altar the alchemist places the trinkets of his childhood: a scale, a microscope, pieces of mirror in perfect triangles. Near the center is an artificial flower. His father tucked it in his bag the day he left home.
October 9, 2014
Prompt- Populate the space
Searchers scorched by simplicity, seeking science, a forgotten crystal, a triangulation of space, a shrine of singularity. The sound would be silence except for a clock ticking fast, racing into the future time of telepathy. The searchers float on the sea of cosmology, supported by sodium chloride salts, swimming with the seven seals, savoring fluidity and peace.
Pelagic plaid comforts and inspires. Tradition and innovation. Before the performance, North Irish girls cut their kilts of MacDonald plaid into strips below their hips, freeing each panel to dance into the past and the future of Belfast, past the Troubles, entering into a shared understanding.
Artifacts Flight. Art if acts flight. Art if acts fly.
The First Ever “All Points” reading was held at Judy Elkin’s Mary Weather as a part of her 24-hr art party!