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Arden Wohl

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Arden Wohl

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Arden Wohl is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 6 times across 6 issues between May 28, 2024 and January 23, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as “Arden Wohl presents the third incarnation of Liar in the Sky Poetry Series at Tibet House”; “Arden Wohl presents a new installment of her curated poetry series”; “Arden Wohl presents another installment of reading series”. It most often appears alongside Tibet House, Chloe Pingeon, David.

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  • Category: People
  • Mention count: 6
  • Issue count: 6
  • First seen: May 28, 2024
  • Last seen: January 23, 2025

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Recovered passages from the original issue text. When the raw archive preserved outbound links inside the source passage, they are listed directly under the quote.

COLLECTED AGENDA #2
May 28, 2024 · Original source
Wednesday, May 29 at 6:30pm - Arden Wohl presents the third incarnation of Liar in the Sky Poetry Series at Tibet House, featuring readers Patrick McGraw, Jonah Freeman, David Rimanelli, and Hugh Malone.
Inline links: Arden Wohl, Liar in the Sky Poetry Series, Tibet House
October in America
October 14, 2024 · Original source
From 6:30pm at Tibet House.— Arden Wohl presents a new installment of her curated poetry series The Relentless Shadow Where the Light Surrenders.. Readings by Gideon Jacobs, Ama Birch, and Ariana Reines.
Inline links: Tibet House, Arden Wohl, The Relentless Shadow Where the Light Surrenders, Gideon Jacobs, Ama Birch, Ariana Reines
Counterculture in America
November 12, 2024 · Original source
From 6:30pm at Tibet House — Arden Wohl presents another installment of reading series “The Relentless Shadow Where The Light Surrenders”; featuring Alice Attie and Patricia Spears Jones
Inline links: Tibet House, Arden Wohl, “The Relentless Shadow Where The Light Surrenders”, Alice Attie, Patricia Spears Jones
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence
November 19, 2024 · Original source
From 6:30pm at Tibet House — Arden Wohl presents another installment of the reading series “The Relentless Shadow Where The Light Surrenders”; featuring David Rimanelli - one of my favorite writers (and also my favorite Instagram account to follow). As supplemental reading, might I recommend his 1994 piece in Frieze on Mike Kelley and The Career Retrospective (here)
Inline links: Tibet House, Arden Wohl, “The Relentless Shadow Where The Light Surrenders”, David Rimanelli, (here)
January continues
January 19, 2025 · Original source
From 6:30pm at Tibet House — Arden Wohl’s poetry series “The Relentless Shadow Where the Light Surrenders” returns. Featuring Alex Auder, Roddy Bottum, Lizzi Bougatsos, and Gideon Jacobs.
Inline links: Tibet House, Arden Wohl’s, The Relentless Shadow Where the Light Surrenders, Alex Auder, Roddy Bottum, Lizzi Bougatsos, Gideon Jacobs
Burn my diaries
January 23, 2025 · Original source
The chalky pavement has turned to ice in the afternoon. Walking under the Washington Square arch on the way to Tibet House and its icier than ever. The ground is all glazed over. It’s the latest installment of the Arden Wohl’s reading series at Tibet House; Inauguration Edition this time. Madelyn is wearing a pink sweatshirt when I get there. Madelyn is telling me about knowing your own mind. Alex Auder reads about cock sucking and brings up a friend to read with her who enjoys the act, because she doesn't "I feel demeaned when I suck dick. I feel demeaned when I teach yoga," she says. She reads a story about a life in servitude to someone famous who reminds her of Donald Trump. Tonight is a night where as soon as I have one glass of wine, I wish I didn’t. The haze sets in, and I want it to clear. Beckett arrives. The readings are mostly good, but I’m jittery. I sit in the lobby and I eat some grapes and cheese, replace the wine with water. “Over the years I noticed from my overlord that peasants were increasingly behaving like they were nobles,” Alex Auder is saying, when I return. “There are more cameras than there are people in the world,” Gideon Jacobs is reading, later. I can’t stop drifting in and out of the room. I’m worried about some things, about some people. I get like this sometimes, and I wish I could get it to stop. I go to the bathroom and I return again, to a reading about Courtney Love. “She used to do water ballet and she was getting into the grateful dead.” “She lied a lot and never listened directly but she was a sponge - she takes a word from an incidental periphery and works it into her trope in real time. She’s that fast.” “She said she was born on my birthday; July 1st, but she was born a week later; July 8th” This is my type of lie, I’m thinking. A lie to please. False enchantment. It’s a juvenile compulsion, you mostly outgrow it, and if it was Courtney Love partaking then perhaps it was charming, but my visceral reaction is one of repulsion. Lizzi Bougatsos reads about Gary Indiana. She sits on the floor and she clips her toenails. “We shall mark memory with reverence,” Arden is saying. Beckett is telling me that it’s cool to be at a reading that’s an older crowd, and it is, it’s wine and cheese, there’s no disco party to follow. Beckett introduces me to his acquaintance from Paris. They are talking about Godot and prison sentences. Samuel Beckett gave his Nobel Prize money to a jail org, or was it prisone.org One time, there was a prison break after a performance of Godot. Madelyn is making tape formations on her phone with the other Lacanians. Lacan as separated from psychoanalysis. Lacan as applicable to real life. I’m just gleaning sentences. These ideas aren’t mine. Cigarette outside and then a burger at the orthodox Jewish establishment nearby. We forgot they can only do vegan cheese on burgers here. A lychee martini instead. They’re playing pop music so loud Wednesday, January 23 I hear my neighbors door shut as I’m poised to leave this morning. Decide, instead, to hover in the kitchen. We don't really like each other, my neighbor and I. Nothing was ever said, but there’s an underlying hostility. I have friends over too late, too often. The walls are thin. I'm glad to be waking up at the same time as the rest of the world, though. Sometimes - up all night, becoming manic around five am, this can be nice, but it's usually not. Normal hours. Normal cycles of day and night. The ice has come and smoothed everything over. Too cold to listen to music on my walk to school. I'm peeling off layers in an office, at the gym, the hallway of our apartment is becoming salty and dusted with the chalky snowstorm residue that first coated the surface of everything, and that now is starting to settle. Nothing is volatile. Such placidity, suddenly, but I’m not bored. All the calm in the world. Thank god. It really was about time. And so, you eat two chalky protein pop tarts on the bench at the gym. There are two girls with thick french accents in the locker room parallel to you. "He's a fucking retard, he only calls me at three am and it's only because he wants to sleep with my friends," says one of the girls. She's wearing a sherpa jacket. KHRISJOY, it says, in big red dripping letters. Spray paint imitation. You look it up - $2145 online. It's so ugly, but you're vaguely impressed. Of course you are. You're wearing a Versace sports bra that you bought for a music festival in high school. Absurd. The people watching here is good. The girl is still talking. She's so furious. "And he would be calling to sleep with me, but he knows he can't, fucking retard," she is saying. This version of the narration makes more sense - her rage rooted in something adjacent to jealousy. You gather your things. You gather your tote bags. It's too cold for so many bags. Your hands get numb out there. You're in a humid basement now, but you can't stay here forever. There's an artists talk tonight, but do you have it in you to attend? Cheese and sausage for dinner at home. I forgot about the dishes and I left the sink running for an hour. I’ve never known how to dress for the weather, but that doesn’t mean I mind the extremes. Today - my mother’s gloves, a borrowed Urbit hat from David, a beanie really, it looks insane but it’s too freezing for me to mind. More isn’t always more. More is often so, intolerably, annoying. I don’t want to wear a coat. My books arrive today. Mostly for school, plus one Ruby recommended. I’ll read them all - I’m glad that I have reason to. Salvador - Joan Didion The Company She Keeps - Mary McCarthy The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin Confessions - Saint Augustine The Situation and the Story - Vivian Gornic A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf A Silent Woman - Janet Malcom Are You My Mother - Alison Bechdel The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson The Atrocity Exhibition - J. G. Ballard WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Thursday, January 23 From 6pm - 8pm at 61 Lispenard — Canada NY and Eighth House present Rest and Reprieve: A Window into Creative Solitude. Eighth House is “an interdisciplinary residency for artists and curators located in Central Vermont.” The exhibition serves as a benefit for this very special residency.
Inline links: Tibet House, Alex Auder, Gideon Jacobs, Lizzi Bougatsos, Arden, KHRISJOY, Salvador -, The Company She Keeps, The Fire Next Time, Confessions, The Situation and the Story, A Room of One’s Own, A Silent Woman, Are You My Mother, The Argonauts, The Atrocity Exhibition, Canada NY, Eighth House, Rest and Reprieve: A Window into Creative Solitude.

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