Hapticity

Curatorial Statement

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no more love poems, For Colored Girls who have Considered Suicide/ When the Rainbow is Enuf. Ntozake Shange (1975)

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The history of my body, our bodies as cargo in a country that does not care about my well being. Our well being.

My Last American Dollar, Keijaun “Keioui” Thomas (2020)

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Strange Fruit, Hank Willis Thomas (2011)

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Heavy is the Heart(s), Mark Clennon (2019)

Hysterical Strength by Nicole Sealey (excerpt)

my thoughts turn to black people-

the hysterical strength we must 

possess to survive our very existence

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Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes you hate me, don't you? I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself

The Blacker the Berry, To Pimp a Butterfly. Kendrick Lamar (2015)

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Infinite Essence, Mikael Owunna (2021)

A Poem for Oluwatoyin Salau by Aja Monet (excerpt)

or infinite star gazing

less we pay in sex or pleasure porn

my death so sexy

im worth less alive

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The Tradition, Jericho Brown (2019)

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In The Face of History, The Face of History. Adama Delphine Fawundu (2019)

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She Appeared like a Dogstar at Dawn, Adama Delphine Fawundu (2017)

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Drawing The Blinds, Titus Kaphar (2014)

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Orphaned, Chairs. Denisse Ariana (2018)

Autopsy on Adoption by Donte Collins (excerpt)

twice removed from his identity. do not ask me if I know

whose body I belong to, do not ask me which are my real

siblings. if blood is thicker than water

then love must be thicker than both

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Do or Die, Liberty in the South Bronx.  Renée Cox (1991)

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If we passed kneeling, how come we ain't passed dying?

Pass, Jasmine Mans (2017)

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Atlas, Flippin the Script.  Renée Cox (1995)

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Drip, While Night Comes On Gently. Clifford Prince King (2017)

dream where every black person is standing by the ocean by Danez Smith

& we say to her          what have you done with our kin you swallowed?

& she says          that was ages ago, you’ve drunk them by now

& we don’t understand

& then one woman, skin dark as all of us          walks to the water’s lip, shouts Emmett, spits

&, surely, a boy begins          crawling his way to shore

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Four Figures, Jennifer “Jenny” Adler (2018)

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a meditation, Mark Clennon (2019)