Day 164 – survival – a country’s grace; (WCC – Day 11)

Friday, February 11, 2011
Day 164
8:13 pm, 12:08 am

survival – a country’s grace

there is grace without god

unless what you call


might be what i call
a people declaring
their freedom

and holding a banner
that waves over the
world tonight

they have sailed and
are offering us a
corner to grab onto

with their arms
they stretch fabric
made of clusters

of moonbeams
of lasers
and wild smiles

almost too bright
for us to

i wish to fall asleep
and wake
before dawn

to be folded into the
world’s apron with
a sort

of grace



and wide that i may
proclaim, there, is


WCC Day 11 – Week 2: Language is a Place of Struggle, letters
for the Women’s Creative Collective Writers’ Workshop

“…a very special time on the clock of the universe…a very
special time in the history of this country, when the old
American dream is dead and it’s up to us to create
a new American dream…”
– Grace Boggs, at the North Dakota Study Group, 2010

Dear Grace,

I thank you, elder crow, for your marbles, your old teeth,
for the very lightness of your being.

You continue to teach us to imagine ourselves, re-imagined.

You ask, “Which method of knowing are we going to embrace?
Are we going to know with our hearts or are we only going
to know with our brains?”

It’s been over a year and a half since you met with a small
group of us at Dr. De La Cruz’s home in Los Angeles, and less
than a year ago that we lost our great friend and fiery cohort,
John Delloro. I know we have and will continue to lose young
leaders among us. When I re-read your email following that night,
noting “John’ passion”, I can’t help but feel lodged into my
chair with deep, deep pain.

But your words and challenges since that day and from so
long ago – “What time is it on the clock of the universe?” –
now not only perplex me with challenges, but keep me going
with the knowing that, in and all around us, we move with our
finger on the hands of the clock.

We are busy not only dreaming and doing, but we are actively
searching for and finding each other along the way of our practice
and struggle. There are so many fighters within all of our
communities – what a time of connecting!!

In my heart is where I find most joy and fire for all that we
embrace – because we embrace the love and the fears, the
joys and the pain, with each other. In our hearts is where we
know NOW is our time, as long as we know our hearts are
connected globally!

We embrace the words of wise elders…
Thank you and so much love to you, Grace!!!

kokoro kara (from my heart),


traci akemi



About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

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