Eli Clare
Eli Clare
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.
Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.
A fully transcribed, described, and open-captioned film screening that’s nothing short of their actual open heart.
An invitation into languages field of touch; to speak in feeling together.
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
Beyond time, colorlines, ability, and sexuality, a movement exploration into what it means to see and be seen, how hearing contrast with what is actually being heard.
A sung-through Nubian musical ballet. A darkly humorous take on sexual trauma and what magical and ancestral tools might heal it.
Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything.