7/16: Come to "Night Blooms"
I'm hosting a salon at a glorious old school New York arts club
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Dear Horrors,
I wanted to invite you all to Night Blooms, a salon about the night that I’m throwing at the Salmagundi Club, one of New York’s most beautiful old school art clubs.
Music by Max Fractal
Readings by Molly Crabapple
Nermeen Shaikh
Camille Sojit Pejcha
Sage Sovereign
Yasmine Seale
Sponsored by The Coffee House Club
RSVP Here
I will also be giving out FREE risographed anti-ICE posters. Thanks to everyone who kicked in to my Venmo (Molly-Crabapple-2) to cover print costs, I was able to print 1000 of these posters so far, with more to come. Stay tuned for distribution spots
See you there!
I really wish I could make it to the Salon you're hosting but I'll be out of town the coming few weeks for work - is there any way i can buy your risographed anti-ICE poster?
Dear Molly,
I would love to attend the Salon you are hosting, but will not be in New York on the 16th. Feel free to read this poem if you like (written in the days immediately following the November 5th re-election of Donald Trump), titled "Within":
We are not the enemy within
The enemy is within the rancid squalor of your soul
We are not a porn starlet that you rape into silence
We are the America that would rather lose an election than become what you are
We are the dream of assimilation as a country without a holocaust
Red faced with dismay, white knuckled with fear, blue collared with determination to resist
We are rising before your very eyes, the great northern lights of freedom that shine over this continent like a requiem for our children’s children
You, with your mango face and colorless heart, are the rot of trash during a New York City sanitation workers strike.
You are history with every ancient resentment you stoke and life you defile.
We will not march quietly into the abyss of hatred or be stockpiled in prisons for your amusement
We are coming for you in droves of song
The blood of miscarriage and tears of deported children on our flag
We will not be carrying weapons of war or smear excrement on democracy like your supporters on January 6th
We will vanquish your forever with two words you dread the most:
No more!
-Mike