Poet Wendy Xu and the cast-iron potatoes she inspired (made by Francesca Lohmann).
Technically, no. You’re not dead. But when the universe keeps singling you out for history’s greatest disasters, it’s nice to be reminded that the bright corners of the human imagination have the power to prevail over the mono-cloud overhead. Wendy Xu’s book of poems, You Are Not Dead, is here to help. Her voice welcomes you to a world in which “the wind plucks flowers for sailing,” and where one can be “on fire and like it.” Sure, the plucking kills the flower. And, yes, being on fire is not ideal. But, like Whitman before her, Xu seems to understand that there is no death, not really. Life killed it.
On Thursday, March 26, the APRIL Festival teams up with various Seattle artists…
