SUNY Orange video. American Voices through Art and Poetry

29 Nov 2020 | 02:21

During this academic year while the galleries on both SUNY Orange campuses are closed, Cultural Affairs invited the college community and the community-at-large an opportunity to express their thoughts and feelings about current times through the transformative aspect of visual art and poetry.

It was long in gathering, organizing and developing. However, its goal was achieved and is presented in the online exhibit, “American Voices through Art and Poetry.”

The exhibit encompasses works by a wide-range of people from teenagers to senior citizens in the following media: paintings, drawings, photographs, collages, mixed media, fiber/fabric, sculptures, and poetry.

The 53 participants are residents of Orange, Sullivan or Ulster counties and/or are students, faculty or staff of SUNY Orange. The subjects of the works vary greatly and are deeply thoughtful.

This timely exhibit which includes original music has been designed so that viewers may proceed as if walking through a gallery, embracing all of its entirety and each work individually.

Since it is a video, the viewer can control the speed.

Access the exhibit via the SUNY Orange website on Cultural Affairs:

American Voices through Art and Poetry, which is on view through Dec. 31, is a production of Cultural Affairs to which questions or comments may be directed at or at

Dear Reader, Begin with Brother, Brother, Brother
When racist words are spoken, they don’t disappear into the ether.
—Dr. Maya Angelou
raise our
and love, to
like care, hold
four-letter words
can give relations
fathers, we fathers,
mothers, we mothers,
this one must be senile;
and say that one is a nut,
times, mother would slip,
allowed by my parents. Some-
ever they are). No name calling
them but we gotta love them (who-
The pastor says we don’t have to like
Can’t say anything bad about nobody.
her name biblical—we could be Jewish.
great-grandmother’s name was Salomea—
racial or ethnic slur. One story, our three times
I grew up in a house not hearing one (not one)
Ernie and Ron harmonized words Carole wrote.
Brother, brother, brother, and yes, sister, sister, sister,
- Mary Louise Kiernan
Poet’s notes: This poem is meant to be read from the bottom up. What I hope to convey in its structure is that we need to start at the bottom to change and to “rise up” toward Angelou’s “ether.”