DEAR MR. PRESIDENT


MOTIONPOEMS SEASON 8

*LIMITED TICKETS AVAILABLE*


Led by Executive Producer Claire McGirr,  Motionpoems Season 8 tackles global social and political issues that have been magnified by the current American Administration.

 
Pairing filmmakers & poets to make creative content, Season 8 features 12 short films that tackle racism, LGBTQIA+ rights, immigration, women's rights, gun control, educational & social welfare, judicial system reform, climate change, and news/media/social platforms.


Throughout 2018,  Season 8 films have been screened at 1.4 Awards, Aesthetica Film Festival, BFI London Film Festival, Cannes Film Festival, Cork Film Festival, Galway Film Fleadh, the Hammer Museum LA, Hollywood Shorts,Impugning Impunity: ALBA's Human Rights Documentary Film Festival, Irish Film Festival London, Kerry Film Festival, Playback Festival, Raindance, Sydney Design Festival, Twin Cities Film Festival, Vancouver Film Festival, the V&A in LondonZebra Poetry Film Festival, and have featured on Afro Punk, Boooooom, Booth, Director's Notes, Free the Bid, Girls in Film, Independent Shorts Awards, Little Black Book,  Moving Poems, Nowness, Shoot Online, Shots and Vimeo's Staff Pick.

 

The 12 filmmakers who took part in Season 8 worked pro-bono throughout 2017 to bring these films to life. All proceeds raised by the ticketing of this event will go to them. Thank you for showing your support to their art, hard work and to our "Dear Mr. President" campaign. 

 

This January 3rd is a unique opportunity for Irish audiences to see the entire show, especially to support two of the directors, Kate Dolan and Tom Speers, who hail from Co. Dublin!

 

We hope you enjoy the show!

Location

The Sugar Club

8 Leeson Street Lower, 

Saint Kevin's, Dublin 2


Time & Date

January 3rd

Doors 7pm

Screening 7:30pm


Tickets

€13


FEATURING

POET •  DANEZ SMITH 

DIRECTOR • JOVAN TODOROVIĆ 

YOU'RE DEAD, AMERICA

i fed your body to the fish / traded it at lunch for milk / i know where they buried you / cause it's my mouth. / they tell me bootstraps / & i spit up a little leather / they tell me Christ / but you don't have black friends / during the anthem...

POET •  ROBIN COSTE LEWIS 

DIRECTOR • RYAN SIMON

EVERY DAY

I was born in the attic/ because Mother claimed / brown the more honest name / for beige. They hit her - / the doctor, the priest, her / mother. She sat alone / all day, spitting her teeth / out like pomegranate...  

POET • NOMI STONE

DIRECTOR • TYLER RICHARDSON

WAR POEM

Goldfish-shaped balloons tense / at coming fire, the sensor / reels and leaves stutter out the window / of the cell where the translator / peels oranges for the fallen leader. / The city dims. God / of infinite sets, god of the craters not / visible to the naked / eye: nothing prepared me for this...

POET • NATALIE DIAZ

DIRECTOR • TASH TUNG

CRANES, MAFIOSOS AND A POLAROID CAMERA

I had a few days left of my stay at the crane sanctuary / in Kearney, Nebraska, when my brother called. It was 3:24 a.m. / It's me, he said, It's your brother. He had taken apart / another Polaroid camera and needed me to explain how / to put it back together. His voice was a snare drum, knocking /and quick...

POET • MAGGIE SMITH

DIRECTOR • KATE DOLAN

SMALL SHOES

If there are fewer stars now / than when I was a child, / I can't say / which are missing, / who was the last to see them. / is it not a crime / unless we call it a crime? / It is difficult to document a disappearance, / a boat full of stars / capsized...

POET • LEE ANN RORIPAUGH

DIRECTOR • MONTY MARSH

SONG OF THE SUPER MUTANT BOARS

They are roving / the wild boars / on the move across farmlands / and main streets / trampling gardens / rooting through rubble / snuggling trash / looting noodle stands / nuzzling / the rotten stores of grocery markets / feral and mean and strong...

POET • PETER LABERGE

DIRECTOR • TOM SPEERS

BOY SAINT

In the beginning, we were one blood. / Then the body, stem of thorns, grew / its disagreement from the inside / out. Like all biblical stories, it begins / with a simple thorn, a natural secret / the body kept from itself. I open / the sealed envelope: everything in the sky / folder, gathered into one body...

POET • MAGGIE SMITH

DIRECTOR • ANAIS LA ROCCA

GOOD BONES

In the beginning, we were one blood. / Then the body, stem of thorns, grew / its disagreement from the inside / out. Like all biblical stories, it begins / with a simple thorn, a natural secret / the body kept from itself. I open / the sealed envelope: everything in the sky / folder, gathered into one body...

POET • EVE L. EWING

DIRECTOR • DANIEL DALY

i come from the fire city

i come from the fire city / fire came and licked up our houses, lapped them up like they were nothing / drank them like the last dribbling water from a concrete fountain / the spigot is too hot to touch with your lips be careful

POET • SUSANNAH NEVISON

DIRECTOR • JANE MORLEDGE

CELL WATCH: STRIP CELL

Consider the cell not as you see it / but as it comes to be: a world / unto itself, the garden, uncharted / and rife with wildness, beasts unnamed, / One man to one small room - you / grant him dominion so that he might / render the room expansive and rich, / his kingdom, stretch his mind / indefinitely...

POET • NATALIE DIAZ

DIRECTOR • MOHAMMED HAMMAD

AMERICAN ARITHMETIC

Native Americans make up less than / one percent of the population of America. / 0.8 percent of 100 percent. // O, mine efficient country. // I do not remember the days / before America—I do not remember the days / when we were all here...


POET • TIANA CLARK

DIRECTOR • SAVANAH LEAF

THE AYES HAVE IT

When I think of Trayvon Martin, I think of Emmett Till, / when I think of Emmett Till, I think of young black men in the South, / then I think of young, white men in the South. / I think of my husband, who is white, born and raised in Franklin, TN. / I think of how when he tries to hold my hand, / sometimes I pull away and not because I don't love him, / but because I'm conscience, I think of other people...


Location

The Sugar Club

8 Leeson Street Lower, Saint Kevin's, Dublin 2, D02 ET97, Ireland

Dear Mr. President 



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