• Address 720 East Locust Street | Milwaukee, WI 53212
  • Phone 414.263.5001
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm | Sat-Sun 12-5pm | Closed Mon
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
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exhibitions
November 28 - Jan 31

Vanessa German: Defiant Show of Unity

performances
December 13

Performance & Opening Reception: Vanessa German

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

performances
December 20

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
December 22

Community Reading: Midwinter Day

readings & workshops
January 6

Workshop: Verbs as Images/Images as Verbs

special events
January 26 -27

25th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

Archived readings & workshops
May 21 Sunday, May 21
10:00am, $10 | FREE for those who pledge a reader for $35 or more

 

Suzanne and Sarah Rosenblatt, mother and daughter, will read from their writings that grapple with life without their beloved husband and father, Adolph Rosenblatt,  in a time of tumultuous political change. Sarah's poems from her recently published, Where are We in This Story, also explore the mystery underlying everyday life. Suzanne's journal and poems explore the interconnectedness of nature, humans, politics, of all that happens on earth. Come celebrate mystery, kindness, love and loss.

 


Excerpt from Where Are We In This Story? by Sarah Rosenblatt:


One minute you think you are brilliant,
The next minute, You feel you are losing your marbles.
One minute your children are loving and insightful,
The next minute, they are delinquent heartbreakers.
There is no truly objective version
Of one irrefutable truth
That will be spelled out to the sky, to the birds,
No Answers to the precipitous questions in your hair

 


Excerpt from Suzanne's journal:

When someone loses a limb, the nerves are still there
So it feels as if the limb is.
It sounds similar to losing your other half
After 57 years of living together, I keep feeling as if Adolph's still here,
On the couch paging through a book of Van Gogh paintings,
Complimenting my blouse when I walk into the living room.
Somewhere in my mind
I still expect him to critique my drawings, comment on a poem,
Enjoy the dinner I just cooked.
I look at the upcoming concerts he would have loved to go to with me,
I used to watch him conduct from his seat
Yes, used to watch
Now I have to turn all those expectations, all those habits of thought
Into memories.