What if a hex weren’t a curse, but a request? What if it had a lot to do with one syllable lasting so long it sounded like two, with the troublesome ways we generate, with a friendly, breathy H, a supportive E, and an everlasting X? What if language did alchemy, not superstition? What if 5 writers read to 1 audience along a broken-lined six-sided semi-raised stone hexagon on Sullivan Street on a beautiful evening in July? Please help us find out.
On this HEX we will hear
Andrew James Paterson
LOCATION: directly behind Ocho bar (on Phoebe st which is the first street south of Sullivan) — south of Dundas st. and just off the east side of Spadina. It is the playground of a school and there are concrete hills and a hexagonal seating area with lots of shade and very little noise. This will be where we read. Everyone is welcome. I will include a map here soon. text if you get lost 647 833 9516
organized by Lena Suksi and Laura McCoy