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Conjunctions at Read & Feed
Saturday, July 30, 2016
4:00 pm – 11:00 pm EDT/GMT-4
Basilica Hudson (110 S. Front St., Hudson, NY 12534)
 [Conjunctions at Read & Feed] Basilica Hudson and the Community for Literary Magazines and Presses present READ & FEED, a new festival for food and literature that brings together artisanal makers of food with artisanal makers of literature. Conjunctions, the literary journal of Bard College, will offer deep discounts on recent issues, and from 5:30–6:00 p.m. will participate in Poetry for One, offering attendees face-to-face, one-on-one poetry readings.

The $20 tickets cover all panel discussions by farmers, chefs, and writers such as Lydia Davis and Lynne Tillman; readings, including a marathon reading of John Cage’s Diary: How to Improve the World (You Will Only Make Matters Worse); cooking and mixology demonstrations; access to the marketplace that features more than twenty small-press publishers and artisanal food makers; and special tastings—plus a $5 voucher that can be used towards any book or magazine purchase at the event.

For more information on the panels, tastings, and more, visit http://basilicahudson.org/read-feed/.

 

Contact: Micaela Morrissette, conjunctions@bard.edu, 845-758-7054

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