Tomorrow at noon, a “we” that is composed of anyone who wants to be a part of it will read poetry in front of California Hall, at the University of California, Berkeley. This will be a small and modest action, lasting only as long as it lasts — last week it was about twenty minutes — and it will continue every Wednesday until it stops. I invite you to be a part of this “we.”
California Hall is where the administrators administrate the university we occupy, and — if you are a part of this “we” — we are doing this because we don’t much care for or approve of the ways they do so. Part of this is that they approve of beating students with clubs. And part of this is that they don’t seem to much care for or approve of the ways we occupy this university, partly because we do things like read poetry, and partly because we think about poetry as something you can do with bodies.
I’m going to read Robert Creeley’s “I Know a Man,” copyright © 1991 by the Regents of the University of California.