Archives for the month of: August, 2013

What better way to deal with the hot hot hot days that are ending August here in Toronto than some super cool movies starring Tura Satana. Some of you may think I’m stretching things by saying ‘starring’ but trust me even in a bit part Tura is the star.

gone gone boots

gone gone boots

The best parts of the Russ Meyer bio ‘Big Bosoms and Square Jaws’ are the ones dealing with Tura and the filming of Faster Pussycat, which was the first film of her’s I knowingly saw. I had seen Irma la Duce before this but when I recently saw it again I was tickled and thrilled to see Tura in it & re-watched her moments.

But the film of her’s that I most enjoy is The Astro-Zombies. I first saw this when it showed up on late-night TV. The print quality of our VHS recorded version even then was dark & fuzzy but her scenes jumped out clearly. Her dresses, jump suits were perfection. Putting her cigarette out on a captive was sublime  & for weeks after I was asking people I knew ‘Who are you?’ trying the get that weird accent she used. Needless to say I was thrilled to get a decent DVD version of it at Fan Expo a few years ago.

building cleavage

building cleavage

I saw The Doll Squad first at the festival of B-Films – sort of an A-Team made up of tough, pretty, women in fetching cat suits who thwart evil. Tura is part of this team and once again gets the best clothes and the best lines. She get to opportunity to do a bit of emoting as well and that made me wish she’d been given the opportunity to be more than the busty, ultra-tough, pretty butch babe. I picked a DVD of this as Fan Expo – it has some nice extras.

doll squad secret head quarters?

doll squad secret head quarters?

Her films all make use of her ample cleavage and her burlesque skills. Faster Pussycat established her as the iconic girl you don’t want to mess with but sadly no other director was able to develop her or even this bold image of womanhood. Honey West, Mrs. Peel, pale in comparison.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

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June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

Lament for Anna Nicole

in the beginning was the word

and the word was blonde

a blonde who came striding

out of the sweet morning light

assured radiant reaching out

past the flock of photographers

to bring tender mercies to the world

a blond who hid fears frustration

in the twinkling wink of an eye

ready and ripe

to be a distraction for the world

here is the blonde

the unattainable firm force of nature

on every tv magazine cover front page

all pondering the ways and wiles

of the soft hearted blonde

who will be next

who was the last tail twist

in the trail of broken hearts

we follow our noses nailed to her scent

this glowing example

of what the ordinary can rise to

billionaires reality shows

who cares about cancer

when we have the blonde

a rare creature of fine design

who can invade dreams

wrap legs around broken hearts

lead us out of loneliness

by taking on all our loneliness

in a single furtive glance

away from the camera

a single shunning of the lime light

for a moment that blesses us all

the blonde reeling and recoiling

teetering on stilettos

from the press of press

the lurch of bully boy interviewers

who want to expose the gold digger

the drug addled bimbo

to show the world that the blonde

is no saint merely another floozy

chunky top heavy flabby doll

lucky to be in our sanctifying gaze

the blonde gratefully accepts each slight

by each slight she is elevated

what comes next

what can be sacrificed now

there is no reputation left

the first born has been cut down

the blonde has been shuffled off

in a shapeless body bag

leaving the newborn

a wash in a sea of who’s your daddy

our father ?

is this the way the world ends

not with a bang

but a paternity test

bouquet in snow

bouquet in snow

 

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This is how dreams work. You wake up with a fragment of dialogue, a string of words, an image that niggles. You dash down a few words before you forget them. You don’t worry if it make sense only if it sounds good enough to write down.

delightful plants

delightful plants

Zappa comes from one of those dreams where I clearly saw those bricks that needed pointing in the basement. Only in the dream the contractor was sort of hot, unbutton shirt etc. and he was talking about the drums on Freak Out and how so much of pop music made him sick.

a place to see delight

a place to see delight

When I was assembling the dream fragments I remembered I had seen a documentary about Zappa not too long before in which they interviewed one of his female back singers who said there was hours of music stashed away somewhere. At that point I wondered if Zappa ever recorded with Morrison, because I do have tracks of Morrison & Hendrix together.

fountain of delight

fountain of delight

All that filtered into the dream somehow and Zappa was the result. Check out the Plaster Casters for more on their work.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

September 3 – Tuesday – attending – School Night!

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

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September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

inner space flight

inner space flight

September 20 – Friday – attending – Racket at the Rocket

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

September 26 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and The Damned

BuDaSept

October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

Zappa

in this dream

the wife of the contractor

working on pointing the bricks in the basement

was once a friend of a woman who worked for Frank Zappa

the contractor heard me playing Freak Out

she knew Susie Creamcheese

and would I like to to met her

I said sure

we got together Saturday afternoon

at his mother-in-laws house

because in fact it was she

who once worked for Frank Zappa

she lived on the seventh floor

her apartment was a tribute to that time in her life

there were no photos of her children

or her late husband

who was once a dj in California

but left to avoid the draft

the pride of her memorabilia collection

was a plaster cast of Jimi Hendrix’s dick

it was fat and veiny

but in white plaster

she also had some old recordings that Frank Zappa

had made with Rod Stewart

and did I want to hear them

it was hard enough to envision Hendrix with a white cock

without trying to

visualize Frank Zappa and Rod Stewart

in a recording studio at any time

so I said sure

she brought out a reel-to-reel

covered in hand-painted daisies

and treaded in the tape

rod was singing

I want to hold your hand

while Frank played arching aching guitar riffs

there must have been a dozen drum sets played at once

then Jim Morrison

came in from her bedroom

looking just as he did in New York

he was pulled up his fly

asked me if I had heard enough already

he began to sing you make me sick

you know that Pink song

I was hoping they didn’t have a plaster cast of Pink’s clit

which would have turned this sweet dream

into a nightmare

tweety and friend

tweety and friend

The day before I was swamped by FanExpo I was to Stratford to see their production of Blithe Spirit at the Avon Theatre. It was our first day trip with the new old car – a Cobalt 4-door. Smooth ride and a great sound system.

transformers at rest

transformers at rest

Before the show I lunched with Clara Blackwood et famile – to celebrate her birthday. We dined at Molly Bloom’s – my first time there. Usually we hit Features for lunch, but change is good. Molly’s was busy but crammed. We sat under the electronic fish-tank – which only rebooted once while we were there. Fish & chips were excellent.

caution: shattered dreams

caution: shattered dreams

Blithe Spirit was excellent. Briskly paced, a laugh-out-loud script that didn’t rely on one-liners to get laughs, performs who clearly enjoy their characters, and the expected Stratford attention to costumes plus a splendid set. To top it off a finale of sweet stage-craft effects that one rarely gets to see.

after the sweet nectar

after the sweet nectar

This is our third Stratford day trip, adding to the list of shows we’ve enjoyed this year: R&J, and Tommy. Next up Measure For Measure.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

September 3 – Tuesday – attending – School Night!

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

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September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

September 20 – Friday – attending – Racket at the Rocket

inner space flight

inner space flight

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

September 26 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and The Damned

BuDaSept

October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

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June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

Tale of the Unexpected

he was into me

I could tell by the way

his eyes held mine

as he talked about books   movies   music

searching for common ground

to make bedrock

for us to roll around on

books I hadn’t read yet

movies I had no intention of ever seeing

music I was indifferent to

but I’m a patient listener

I knew what it was like

the nervous energy of hoping

to strike the right chords of concordance

seeking that common ground to roll around on

I’d met him a fews times before

a friend of a friend

but he wasn’t my type

too tall    too clean shaved

I could tell he was mistaking my listening

for a returned interest

my nods on the right time

were cues to him to lean closer

touch me lightly on the forearm

to emphasize a point

I understood this neediness

I used to fall for waiters who joked

mistaking their professional patter

for something more than working for their tips

I’m not that naive anymore

I know the difference

he was into me

once was a time

when that would be enough

myself esteem so low

my interest in them was fueled

by their interest in me

even if they weren’t my type

my need for acceptance was so great

I’d have no resistance

not that I don’t enjoy having someone interested in me

but now I can resist the pull better

lessons learned and all that

I’d know after ten minutes it wasn’t going to work

but it would take ten days to get out of it

so I was looking for a way out

without being too blunt

my placid responses weren’t bored enough

for him to read

or maybe like I often did

ignored the disinterest

push harder till I found what would catch

look for the right bait in movies   books   music

ask a few leading questions

I disengaged his look

said it was nice to run into him

didn’t offer my number

then he kissed me

unexpected

everything changed

San Francisco joy

San Francisco joy

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Day two of Expo was fine until the invasion of the baby strollers. It can be hard enough to avoid cosplay swords, capes and gown hems without having to dodge baby carriages at the same time :-) after a stop at Starbucks for a coffee & an oat fudge bar, I arrived by 11. No lineups and great crowd flow. By noon it was getting packed. After a while I couldn’t tell where cosplay ended and street wear began.

live action figures

live action figures

Bought some tee-shirts, added another Archie exclusive to my gallery. Had an ice cream. Took some pics. I like splitting the exhibition areas into two spots – north and south – it did create more space in each. Moving from one to the other was smooth as well. The SportExpo was in the north area as well the autographs. This kept fan line ups from taking over as they did in past years. The walkway to the north also allowed for a fun photo op.

not a plushie

not a plushie

Things to keep in mind – never stop at the top or bottom of an escalator to orient yourself & then get pissed because people bump into you. Sitting alone at a table for 8 doesn’t give you possession of the other seven chairs – don’t get miffed if someone else wants to sit there. Don’t get miffed if you can’t get a clear cosplay photo because the swarms of cell phoners taking pictures too.

Priestley/Cain/Takei

Priestley/Cain/Takei

Much like 2012 I enjoyed my two days at Expo, was glad to get home & take off my shoes. But 2 days is more than enough for me. But I could be talked into another day if anyone’s interested in braving the Sunday crowds.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

September 3 – Tuesday – attending – School Night!

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

September 20 – Friday – attending – Racket at the Rocket

inner space flight

inner space flight

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

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September 26 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and The Damned

October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

Life Everlasting

death wants to get laid – simple as that

each time someone is willing to comply

they die

so death never gets laid

leaving death unfulfilled

frustration rules each encounter

disappointed by thousands at a time

pleasure is no longer expected

death has a big load to shoot

a geyser a volcano

to make the atomic bomb a firecracker

death’s orgasm will black the sun

cast a shadow over the world

but once he comes he will be gone

that’s right once death gets

that longed craved for satisfaction

he’ll leave us alone

gone – b’bye

there will be no more death

just life everlasting

I am caught on the balance

of doing it for the human race

while knowing it can’t be done

that as willing as I am to

to stroke the engorged member of death

I know that it’ll be my demise

I have no choice

eventually death will give opportunity

for me to do the bump and grind

that gets us both sweating to the point of surrender

but before death can get release

I’ll die

though I could be the one

that makes death come

the odds aren’t in my favor

the invitation into death’s bed

often comes when we least expect it

riding in a car

walking down the stairs

asleep at night

working at keeping our bodies healthy

eating enough anti-free-radicals

that one should be getting younger

not older

all this done

to make us ripe and ready

for that wild date

at least we know

death will bring flowers

plushie?

plushie?

The first ‘real’ day of Fan Expo was exhausting but fun. I say ‘real’ because I did go down the the Convention Centre Tuesday to pick up my pass and get a sense of the disruptions at Union Station. All I can say is that I’m so glad I don’t work downtown or have to spend much time passing through Union Station – such a calming sight for tourists – ‘y’all come back – now get out of the way, eh.’

super size that please

super size that please

Thursday morning I did my Expo check list: cellphone charged, camera charged, kindle charged, iPod charged, back up charger charged, guilty as charged- before heading out for the real deal. Left around 11 hit the Bagel Shop at Union – love their herb garlic cream cheese; and then Tim Ho’s. Arrived at the south entrance by 11:45, joined in already extensive line up. This year I had a small portable folding stool for the long wait & was glad I did. Reading War of Art made passing the time feel productive.

Inched forward till we were finally admitted at 2 – the rest was smooth sailing – direct to the collectable bag & teeshirt pick up. Ooh! Lucky Charms in every bag (wtf) – I suppose to appeal to cereal killers. Took some photos but with so many bags to cart about I didn’t take as many pics as I’d hoped – Day 2.

orange you glad to be here?

orange you glad to be here?

Stuck to the south shopping area for the first day – enough there to drain my wallet a little. Picked up American Vampire 5 – no sign of 4 though. Some Burning Effigy books. some Tartan Asia Extreme DVD’s – one of the main reason I go to Expo is for them. A bunch of free bags – they’ll make annoying christmas gifts.

three thousand bags full

three thousand bags full

By 4 it was time to head home – two hours, well 5 if you include transit & line ups – was more than enough for me. Friday I’ll see what panels I may want to check out, plus more pics, and maybe I’ll break down and buy an action figure :-).

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

August 22-25 – attending – FanExpo 2013

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September 3 – Tuesday – attending – School Night!

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

September 20 – Friday – attending – Racket at the Rocket

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

BuDaSept

September 26 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and The Damned

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October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

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June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

On The Road To Hell

the ghost of a chance

threw the ball into my court

not that I was in the playing

I’d cashed in my chips long ago

moved onto greener pastures

didn’t want be on that losing streak

got out of the rough patch

and got on with the job of life

it was high time to leave my dream world

face the cold hard music of the facts

that would creep up on me

I’d be caught napping again

dreaming of a better tomorrow

that  was within my grasp

if only I could pull myself together

if only I could get with the program

then I’d have half a chance

instead of a tinker’s damn

at the chance of a life time

that I was too busy being busy to see

too blinded by the light to recognize

I was being pig headed

I was out in the cold in the waste land

the door slammed in my face

the pole greased for my rapid decent

late for my own funeral

lost in my own dream

going down in flames

face first into the burning bush

into the same old same old jam

oblivious to the obvious

unwilling to accept the facts

taking things on face value

a pickle of a situation

that there was no escape from

no map to the treasure

x marks the spot where

I trip stumbled and landed belly up

flat on my back under the endless sky

with no where else to go but up

yet still sliding down that slippery slope

hell in a hand basket

merely paving the way

with my good intentions

cursing my luck

spitting in the face of good fortune

because I didn’t know any better

never would never will never say never

not willing to get back in the game

I’m no team player

oh no not me not this time

I’ll take a pass

I’ll stick to the sunny side over easy

safe from the storm

fate don’t tempt me now

I’ve gone for that bait once too often

even when I heed the warming

given myself a good talking to

taken every precaution

rinsed twice and spit

I’m still caught off guard

for what was waiting around the corner

when I least expected

where angles fear to tread

where I don’t read between the lines

and right between the eyes

from out of the blue

came that that feather

you could have knocked me over with

I didn’t dodge the bullet this time

I was hit square in the face

by the ghost of a chance

dropping the ball on me

truck of dreams

truck of dreams

I am a Federico Lorca fan, even though I didn’t start to read him till the early 2000’s. I’ve read a collection of his ‘complete’ poetry more than a few times – each time it gets richer & speaks more directly to me & sometimes through me. The Tell-Tale Throat is clearly influenced by my reading of his work.

sweet avon

sweet avon

My poetic influences are all over the map mind you – John Barton to Wordsworth – some more directly obvious – Dylan Thomas; others less so: Ginsburg, TS Eliot, Muriel Rukeyser, Anne Sexton. Poets are always the sum of the voices they have heard, voices that meld and create the distinct voice of the individual poet.

muddy river

muddy river

I can’t say I have a favorite, or even favorite genre though I have paid some attention to gay poets of history: Cafavy, Sappho etc. Less and less does one have to read between the lines – even though the poets often had to hide their orientation between the lines.

dream boats

dream boats

There still seems to be odd tendency to minimize the connection of the sexuality of gay or bi poets to their creativity – while reveling in the connection to hetero sensuality when it is expressed. It’s like a knife to the throat cutting off what the poet wants to say.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

August 21 – Wednesday – attending – Blithe Spirit

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August 22-25 – attending – FanExpo 2013

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September 3 – Tuesday – attending – School Night!

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

inner space flight

inner space flight

September 20 – Friday – attending – Racket at the Rocket

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

BuDaSept

September 26 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and The Damned

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October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

tombstone

June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

The Tell-Tale Throat

I was dreaming of the river’s tongue

I woke with a dagger in my throat

I felt it sharp    deep

the morning sun reflected

from a ruby in the hilt

my impulse was to pull it out

but I was afraid

would my heart’s breath flood out

so I left it

in the mirror my face was pale

but not as ashen

as the skin around my wound

I showered careful

not to push the dagger deeper

dressed gingerly

let me tell you

it isn’t easy getting things

to slip over a dagger

but I wasn’t going to let

a pain slow me down

people avoided looking

directly at the dagger in my throat

they could tell it was there

my eyes were a dead give away

the pleading hope

that they wouldn’t touch the hilt

the prayer that one of them

might recognize the ruby

and have a way of releasing me

I knew in my heart

that they couldn’t accept what they saw

let alone be willing

to share the burden of this opportunity

sometime the wind wraps its hair

around the hilt of the dagger

to give it a playful tug

that would stop me in my tracks

gasping for air

clutching for something solid

I would hear the chuckle

of the breeze as it let go

whispering it would return

never did it have so much fun

I have to sleep on my back

no rolling over lest I plunge

the dagger right though my neck

the blood’s tear drop ooze

barely stains my sheets

barely discolors my shirt

I no longer dress in white

the contrast of those crimson drops

is too harsh

the only times it become unbearable

is when the playful wind comes along

and when the first shaft of morning sun

hits the ruby while I lie in bed

the rich red light stings my eyes

as I wake from my dream of the river’s tongue

Cape Breton

Cape Breton

Freely offering the audience manual sexual gratification Cathy Petch hosted another wild night at Plasticine Poetry. After a rapid-fire onslaught of open stagers (I got into that initial rush with my shark week piece) we were ready for the first feature.

bench loves bows

bench loves bows

John Oughton (who recently took a picture of me undressing at Lizzie’s birthday) is a poet I’ve never heard before. He read some great short fiction from his recent chap book. One story was of an artist’s dream in which  ‘lonely she sketches a dog’ which comes to life – she wakes to find a broken pencil on the pillow beside her. His fluid writing takes simple, direct images and skews them ever so slightly: ‘she wanted him, but didn’t want to talk to him’ ‘a friend becomes a lover but not yours.’

He was followed by Lizzie Violet, a poet I have heard many times and each time I enjoy her macabre story-telling poetry that takes us into the minds of zombies and vampires and makes those creatures seem probable. I liked her new gypsy pieces – ‘well worn cards of the future’ ‘one kiss, a story begins.’ Her voodoo fascination melds her romantic leanings with her eerie vision ‘a love bound in a red ribbon dipped in blood.’

bench loves chocolate

bench loves chocolate

After the break we were treated to Aisha Sasha John, another poet I’ve never heard before – check out her blog. Her first piece, from Thou, was a stream of conscious monologue that piled details of food, clothes and images into a sense of a person lost in minutia hoping the things will add up to a conclusion ‘all these conversations with these various yous’ ‘the color of the sky slaps me in a sexual way.’ Even though the lights weren’t dimmed she ‘put out her best for us.’

bench loves hoo

bench loves hoo

Final feature was Regie Cabico, whom I heard this past January at the Damned and was happy to have another opportunity hear him. He did a dynamic set of short comic pieces, slipping into stand up, then into a long refection on his Filipino family and childhood in Baltimore. He tackles sex directly yet playfully: ‘your fucking is foreshadowing.’ And takes a potent stand on race and sex in the gay world: ‘I am not a teriyaki toy.’

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

 

tombstone

June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

The piece I read at Plasticine:

Thirteen Ways of Looking At Escape

1/ I want to leave this island

but can’t swim

don’t want to cast my blood on water

the drops attract sharks

2/     to escape

first you have to have

something      to escape from

3/ have a clear definition

of what you are escaping

if you are at all ambiguous

you will remain a captive

4/ you must leave

if you do not leave

it is not escape

5/ take nothing

you must leave everything behind

travel light

6/ remember when you are escaping

part of you is left behind

do not go back for it

it is gone forever

it is the cost of freedom

7/ leaving where you are

for where you once were

is not escape

it is another trap

8/don’t worry about the needs of others

they will hold you back

to become your new captors

just get the fuck out of there

9/ do not have a place to escape to

it will become another captor

10/ you must be willing to flee

without direction

your purpose is to be free

that is enough

11/ when you go

have no pity

for your captor

12/ do not carry memory

let others remember you

so they become

captive

of that memory

while you are without history

a gull swooping over clear blue seas

13/ sharks have no memory

their brains are so small

they don’t even know they are sharks

they have escaped self-definition

something you can never do

tea time submarine

tea time submarine

Some lists that are by no means complete:

Albums/cds that make me feel like I’ve dropped acid: Santana: Abraxas; The Rolling Stones: Satanic Majesty Requests; Beethoven: Piano Concert #4; Gershwin: Rhapsody in Blue; Weather Report: Mysterious Traveller; Pink Floyd: Umma Gumma.

they love their tree

they love their t(ree)v

Movie/TV soundtracks I love: Papillion; Beyond The Valley of The Dolls; Liquid Sky; The Sorcerer; Mon Oncle; Twin Peaks.

Movies that transport me: McCabe and Mrs. Miller; Amarcord; Fellini’s Satyricon; Dark City; Barbarella (also a great soundtrack); VonTrier’s The Kingdom; Inception.

back alley lovin'

back alley lovin’

Old TV shows I loved: Perry Mason; Twin Peaks; Peyton Place; American Horror Show; French & Saunders; AbFab.

Writers I always enjoy reading: Emile Zola; Allan Ginsberg; Charles Dickens; Dylan Thomas; Renaldo Arenas.

out standing in its field

out standing in its field

Female vocalists I love: Patti Smith; Grace Slick; Pink; Blossom Dearie; Mireille Mattieu; Marianne Faithful.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

August 18 – Sunday – attending – Plasticine Poetry

August 21 – Wednesday – attending – Blithe Spirit

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August 22-25 – attending – FanExpo 2013

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

Hedy LeMarr

Hedy LeMarr

September 26 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and The Damned

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October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

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June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

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writing sample

the other piece I read at the recent Cabaret Noir

Use Other Door

I’m not talking to you

nothing personal

but it seems

you only want to hear what you want to hear

so I guess

you aren’t that different from me

seeing the world from one view point

not willing to accept that

when a sign says

use other door

it doesn’t apply to you

but only other people

 

so I’m not talking to you

I’m not going to tell

you which door to use

you’ll have to figure that out for yourself

eventually you’ll find the right door

to get the hell out of here

and leave me alone

heal me

heal me

Morning Parade is playful, sexy piece. The first few lines came in a flash – I love the play of ‘horn’ and ‘horniness’ when coupled with brass. Trombone already has ‘bone’ in it to add to the levels of pun going on. There is also the friskiness of how the trombone works – going from smaller to larger as it is manipulated – the soft zone trombone, as it were. It is a great cock symbol in so many ways.

cats can read !!

cats can read !!

As I was writing this I had to stop to decide whether I wanted to say ‘male member’ or ‘cock.’ The sort of self-censoring I think many writers have to work through. One of things I wanted to do in my poetry & prose is be more direct about body parts. There is a line between erotic, pornographic & being so coy it comes off like shame. Coy I’m not, though Morning Parade is a bit, for me, on the erotica side of things.

I also like Morning Parade because many of my motifs are in one piece – humor, music, sex, language play, plus a reference to a classic American musical comedy I saw as a child. There’s nothing queerer than a Broadway show tune except Ultimate Fighting.

cat fish

cat fish

I’ve been asked when my next feature is – probably December. I don’t suffer enough, don’t have a sufficiently vital political pov & can be too sexually explicit, to get invited to feature more than once or twice a year. Such is life.

for the night cats

for the night cats

I will be hosting The September Damned, once we get a new home for the series, which is in the works & we should have a location nailed down by the end of this week.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

August 18 – Sunday – attending – Plasticine Poetry

August 21 – Wednesday – attending – Blithe Spirit

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August 22-25 – attending – FanExpo 2013

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September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

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October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

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June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

writing sample

writing sample

another of the pieces I read at the recent Cabaret Noir

Morning Parade

I woke up

hornier than 76 trombones

thoughts of you

resounding in my dreams

in my thoughts     my fantasies

of getting from here to where

we could be the parade

not just watching it

the clear brass plunge

ringing    echoing

as we slide together

saxophone daydream of trombone love

saxophone daydream of trombone love

The August Noir hosted by Lizzie Violet, was her Cabaret’s farewell to Q Space, which is sadly closing at the end of the month. Noir is moving to The Central in September.

San Francisco

San Francisco

After a round of open stagers (including myself), dancer Andraya hit the stage with the first of her three numbers. Her performances were scattered throughout the show. It was refreshing to watch dance that was from the body, dance didn’t feel compelled to tell a story (as seen on So You Think You Can Dance.) Andraya didn’t overwhelm with flashy physical prowess but invited us in with a vocabulary of small shoulder gestures, sharp arm movements and emotional longing. She went from stillness to fluidity with appealing intensity, leaving the stage in a flurry of glitter.

I Feel Free: Belinda Carlisle: one of the pieces Andraya danced to:


Toronto

Toronto

Second feature knot rivals brought a handful of deeply emotional, well written poems that explored mythology of werewolves; then race and gender issues with direct and compelling language and images: ‘do others mistake you for being blessed’, ‘renaming yourself into something someone else understands.’ ‘these winters are cold/but not as cold as the people/behind door number one.’ A powerful set of pieces that moved many of us. Check out knot’s tumblr for more of this great writing.

Cape Breton

Cape Breton

Very moved was musical feature Tania Joy (whom I first heard this past June) who was more than a bit tearful during her first song Mirror: ‘you hold the mirror, you hold the truth.’ She writes simple and direct lyrics that are readily understood and relatable: ‘I push, you pull away.’

Another memorable Noir with Lizzie’s mix of spoken-word, inspiring dance, poetry and fine music. Next month’s show, September 8, promises to do more of the same with Andrea Thompson, Frenchie Fatale and Hugh Wilson.

my coming attractions

my coming attractions

August 18 – Sunday – attending – Plasticine Poetry

August 21 – Wednesday – attending – Blithe Spirit

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August 22-25 – attending – FanExpo 2013

September 8 – Sunday – attending – Cabaret Noir

September 18 – Wednesday – attending – Guys and Dolls

September 25 – Wednesday – attending – Measure For Measure

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October 11-13 – attending Gratitude Roundup

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June 6-8, 2014 – attending – Bloody Words

writing sample

writing sample

one of the pieces I read at Noir

On Eating A Grape Popsicle

‘it’s the sooky baby

the gutless wonder – get him’

four pairs of feet rushed me

Dave Parsons and his cousins next door

Vic, Vic’s younger brother Stinky

and kid sister Mag

with a bruise on her arm

Dave a year older than me

Vic in my class at school

at 12 I knew what helpless meant

there was no way out

I had learned to avoid them

sometimes they were suddenly there

shoving and pushing me

‘yah yellow belly crybaby’

Dave had me in a head lock

‘can’t even fight a girl can yah’

he pushed me at Mag

she hit me in the face

‘go on – at least you can beat a little girl

you useless gutless wonder’

she hit me again

I tried to stop her third smack

the other three piled on me

‘hit her would you – we’ll teach you’

kicking and shoving me to the ground

I tried to stop crying

‘sooky baby tell your mother

and we’ll say you did that bruise to Mag’

looking back

I can place these kids

in small town unhappy drunken homes

where Dave learned

words like ‘gutless wonder’

druggie Dad   working mother

older brothers in and out of jail

acting out as they were acted upon

abuse that I didn’t experience in my home

which doesn’t change the fact

I didn’t know how to protect myself

didn’t know who to turn to

I believed that I was gutless

my useless word against theirs

Dave died crashing a stolen car

Vic and Stinky got sent to reformatory

Mag had her first kid at 16

I suppose they suffered for their actions

but even as I put them

in this sociological context

I still wish I had the power then

to beat the crap out of them

weeping for me to quit it

as I ate my grape popsicle

and pissed

on their bruised

powerless

faces

don't look for me in November

don’t look for me in November

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