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The Writer's Studio: A Night of Erotic Poetry

  • Tri-Chromatic Gallery 1321 J street Modesto, California 95354 (map)
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Saturday, February 9, 2019 at 7 PM – 9 PM

1321 j street, Modesto, California 95354

To celebrate the two year anniversary (!!!) of The Writer's Studio and its coincidental convergence with Valentine's Day, we're doing something we've talked about since the series started: a night of erotic poetry. There will be no featured reader for this event because we will all be the readers!

Doors open at 7:00 for wine and snacks and mingling and the open mic will start at 8:00. We'll have a wall of erotic art on display behind the microphone and lots of Valentine's Day art and cards if you want to pick up a little something for your sweetheart.

Bring an erotic poem you love, one you found online right before the event or even one you wrote! Then come get sloshed on wine for a good... hour, at least, before we event attempt reading anything. Don't feel you have to limit yourself to poems in English, poems that are heteronormative, poems about sex with another person, poems that are explicit, poems that aren't explicit... it's totally up to you. If you want to come to the event but don't want the pressure of bringing anything, Dana will have a stack of poems printed out that you can sift through during the cocktail hour. Here's a sweet one:

XVII: I Do Not Love You
by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

See you February 9th! And please do not bring your children.