
Faces of Bushwick: Nick Droz
October 2, 2021
To celebrate our longtime partnership with Bushwick Book Club Seattle, we’re speaking with local musicians who have composed and performed songs inspired by the written works of SAL speakers. Learn...
A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
To celebrate our longtime partnership with Bushwick Book Club Seattle, we’re speaking with local musicians who have composed and performed songs inspired by the written works of SAL speakers. Learn...
As Summer Book Bingo kicked off in May, many of us were poised for a Hot Vax Summer. In the Pacific Northwest it was hot alright, complete with cracked asphalt on the highways and wildfire smoke that ...
By Rebecca Hoogs, Interim Executive Director The last time Anthony Doerr spoke for Seattle Arts & Lectures was in the fall of 2015, just a few months after All the Light We Cannot See had won the ...
prayer is when you’re fourteen years old riding the bus home from a protest that ended two hours too late and the cops running after your friends because when you’re sitting in that bus seat hummi...
by Gabriela Denise Frank Throughout time, the powers of poets have been hailed as nothing short of mystical. Poets are seers and oracles. They treat with gods, muses, ghosts. Their carefully crafted l...
By Rebecca Hoogs, Interim Executive Director It is an honor to introduce Billie Jean King tonight! I was an avid tennis player in high school in the ’90s, and yet I had no idea that it was due i...
Remember to Read, To be in a different body, able to do anything, Remember to escape your worries, leaving your world behind you, Doing the impossible, Remember to fly through every dimension, having ...
Dear SAL Community, On behalf of SAL’s Executive Director Search Committee, we’re pleased to update you on our process. Our Search Committee of nine includes SAL Board members, a SAL staff member...
By Rebecca Hoogs, Interim Executive Director It is an honor to welcome Maggie Nelson back to SAL. Maggie Nelson last graced our stage 2012 in our Poetry Series after her book, Bluets, became an instan...
Do you remember when that tickling in our stomachs had a name? It was called God. The flowers bloomed to God’s rhythm and we danced in our underwear. Our families burned weed and bras and incense an...