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A Muffled Beep Beside Me

Is the title of a poem that debuted in print along with the editorial brilliance [compliment directed towards the team with whom I had the good fortune of working, BTW] in Giuseppina magazine 21 : The Acceptance Issue.

And not that you asked . . . but yes : In my continued assault against the expected, this piece was composed in a form not open but rather fixed, or — despite how deliciously perverse I consider usage of the term, a myriad of connotations attached to it as stead-fast as a spiked cilice to the inner thigh of an Opus Deistrict.

By no means is it my intention to imply that free verse is inferior, but rather familiar. Hence, exploring the paradoxical freedoms of composing within a limited; i.e., formal poetic structure . . . namely, one of my own creation? Oftentimes the experience is nothing short of numinous.

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numinous (adj.) : describing an experience that makes one fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted — the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired

Stolen and Forbidden: Bad Behavior, Good Times

All the rumors are true! Stolen and Forbidden — the event a particular Steven Reigns curated, and I mentioned in the not-so-distant past — is available for viewing, now : at no expense! In the comfort and privacy of your own home . . .

Crack open a fresh can of Crisco; slam-dunk those dentures in a fizz of Polident. It’s about to get real up in here — and by real, I mean really entertaining!

With . . .

Video Documentation, Featuring :

Intro by John D’Amico : 0:09

Steven Reigns : 1:31

Clint Catalyst : 14:47

Bernard Cooper : 30:07

Jonny McGovern : 40:40

Bruce Vilanch : 52:03

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Stolen and Forbidden

It’s Saturday. Whatever plans you think you had? Cancel.

In my eternal quest to keep the “litter” in literature, it’s an honor and a privilege to be part of this event :

And yes, there’s a Facebook Page, for those of you who care about that type of thing.

[ MORE ] :

“Before the Internet, pilferage and privacy breaking were common for young gay men looking for answers and others like themselves in the words of books and magazines they were denied access to by price, age, or shame. The stories that accompany these texts are just as amusing as the text themselves. Five gay men talk about and read the text that was forbidden or they stole in their youth. The act of sneak reading is a common experience. The length one goes to do it is often comical. This will be a FREE, fun literary event that offers humor, connectedness, and an informal primer for seminal gay literary works. FREE validated parking is available in the 5 story parking structure.”

Presented by Steven Reigns and the City of West Hollywood as a preview to the One City One Pride Queer Arts Festival.

Hope to see you soon!

x0x0x

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National Poetry Month Continues : with Justin Chin

Back When I Knew Who I Was 

i was content to spend my afternoons
wondering what co-dependent meant
not realizing that those lazy
humid daylight hours was better  
spent figuring out the physics
of dependency and codeine dreams

back when i knew who i was
i was much better than i ever thought i was
i could conjugate fuck like nobody’s business
       fuck me, fuck you, fuck it, fuck him, fuck her
       fuck them, fuck yourself, holy fuck, goddamnfuckit

i could shovel dead pets off the driveway
     that my aunt ran over on her way to choir practice
     and not shed a single tear
i could choke down every family fight about money,
every caning that would come for no reason after those fights,
every time we were forced to go to my rich relatives for dinner and we’d
find ourselves in the kitchen cooking and doing the dishes.

i believed i knew the meaning of alcohol
i believed i knew how to get out of every scrap
i believed i wasn’t gonna make 25
i believed in 18 molecules of carbon
21 molecules of hydrogen
3 oxygen and one fab nitrogen
all in a sweet mixture enough to make me
feel like jennifer beals in flashdance
twirling my ass
in front of the snotty audition,
praying for a stinking place in 
the dance-a-thon of actuality

back when my balls were the size of brazil
and my ego was the size of the antarctica
and my courage was the size of phlegm
i learned to trust few people
learned to want little
and to need even less
i learned to say “FUCK IT”

with such ease and venom
the most cynical rattlesnake
would have its underbelly turn emerald
in two seconds flat.

you could wake to find yourself in some sweet danger,
in some piss-flavored version of addiction
designed to make up for lost time,
lost ideals, lost lovers, lost causes, lost saviours
but -shit- these days,
all i find is myself back when i was
back in the conga line of perpetual desire
the territory of an incessant need
i crave my one habit of a good man
and i want to secede from
the grip of addiction philosophy,
from the colony of “i should’ve known better”

fuck that 12-step thing, i say,
i like to keep my options open
and i like having the option
to get absolutely fucked up
when i feel like it,
and not feel like i fucked up, dammit.

do things change that much?
can some stupid sign from the almighty
whip you right around?
maybe i should be looking for visions of jesus
in billboards of spaghetti sauce,
visions of buddha in men’s semen,
maybe i’ll be a much better person
if i knew who i was when i knew who i was
but who the fuck do i think i am?
i can’t even piss straight into the bowl,
can’t even tell my lover that i want to cook him
breakfast for the rest of my life,
can’t even cross against the light,
     (ooh, walk to the light, walk to the light….)
can’t pay my bills on time nor balance my checkbook
can’t dance, can’t mosh,
can’t get fucked up like i used to, not that i want to anyway
can’t take it like a man, whatever that means.

all i can is kiss who i was
back when i knew who i was
goodbye, one great big tongue smooch
and wish him a good journey
as he walks to the light
and falls off the edge of the earth
and into a peaceful hell.

i’ll meet up with him later.

Justin Chin, from Bite Hard
     Manic D Press, 1997

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Faggot Dinosaur Give-Away!

Though much to my chagrin, no : I don’t have some butt-humping Brontosaurus to send your direct. I do, however, have an invaluable relic uncovered during the most recent excavation of my abode. And like, I’m sharing. I’m sharing, Mary!

So, anyway. Yes, it’s been a minute, but I’ve mentioned Ali Liebegott‘s wicked excellent anthology Faggot Dinosaur in the past — a detail whether or not you recall, all the same : You need this journal in your life.

About the project [ Shoddy scanner notwithstanding ] :

In short, the anthology is “a visual and literary collaboration of dinosaurs knitting, fucking, and listening to Barbara Streisand! Queerness of the Paleolithic Age abounds at Faggot Dinosaur.”

Though to expound upon the extent of how it abounds . . . This gorgeous, full-color, perfect-bound compendium of cool includes contributions from Resa Alboher, Jen Benka & Carol Mirakove, Denise Bilbao, Cooper Bombardier, Lisa Brown, Clint Catalyst, Justin Chin, Lucy Corin, Carmella Fleming, Leora Fridman, Nicole J. Georges, Hilary Goldberg, Nicki Greene, Michael Henry Hayden, Diane Hoffman, Sade Huron, Elyssa Joy Kilman, Andrea Lawlor, jojo Lazar, Janice Lee, Ricky Lee, Cayenne Link, Amy Macabre, Mary Meriam, Na¹amen, Sawako Nakayasu, Kirk Read, Steven Reigns, Joshua Robinson, Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal, Roxanne, Sam Sax, Cedar Sigo, Michelle Tea, Masha Tupitsyn, Vlad Viski, Ed Wolf and Yasmin San Francisco.

[ Illustration : Victor Ray ]

It’s a charming little beast, this book. Indeed, indeed! I mean, as with Liebegott’s other works, you should already own one. Seriously. Regardless, for one lucky reader out there, I have a copy with fifteen contributor signatures to donate. That’s right, kids : the only journal in the world with autographs from Justin Chin, Janice Lee, Michelle Tea, Ricky Lee, Na’amen, Mario Ashkar, Kirk Read, Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal, Jen Benka & Carol Mirakove, Lucy Corin, Hilary Goldberg, Carmella Suzanne Fleming, your host of this humble Dot Com, and of course, The Liebegott herself. So much crazy mad queer ink smeared all up in one place, yet I plan on sending it somewhere, to someone else. What’s the T?

Well. For your chance to receive this collector’s item, all you have to do is leave a comment — email address included; my telepathic skills don’t pay the bills, ifyouknowwhatImean — by 9:39 PM Pacific Standard Time, the Third of March, Two Thousand Thirteen.

[ Illustration : Nicole J. Georges ]

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Oh Really. Know What I Have To Say To That?

animated gif, funny expression

animated gif, funny, reaction

animated gif, the olsen twins

animated gif, fairuza balk, the craft

animated gif, goth girl, blah blah blah

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My Contribution To Paleolithic Swishin’ and Dishin’

Details about the project/anthology in which it appears
And nerdy stuff about the form in which was written “beneath the cut”. . .

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Hilary Goldberg’s recLAmation: Watch It; Win One of Three Signed DVDs

So, let’s talk about Hilary Goldberg‘s recLAmation, a feature-length genre-hopping experimental documentary-slash-fictive narrative shot on Super 8, in which capitalism in contemporary Los Angeles is overthrown, and queer superheroes — one of which there’s a more-than-decent chance I inhabit via Gaylord Wilshire, spandex tights and flame-retardant cape notwithstanding — navigate a possible future.

Hilary Goldberg, recLAmation, movie

Yes. Yes, let’s talk about it. I spoke of its unique tripartite structure in a previous post, though in brief : In the first two sections, Consumption and Colonization, personal narratives interact with moving images of contemporary Los Angeles, stop motion animation, and sound design. Writer/director Goldberg’s memoir unfolds, offering reflections on time spent with her mother’s violent fiancé and in a mental hospital.

The filmmaker’s recollection of forced institutionalization is as poetic as it is poignant.

[ An excerpt ] :

“There were no ‘Please Do Not Disturb’ signs on the doorknobs because it was too late. Ghosts haunted the halls, moaning and groaning with each unbearable second. People cried and screamed and urinated on the floor. A man continuously kicked himself in the head with his bare foot. Others paced quietly, then dropped to the ground in fits of madness with intervals like a John Cage composition.”

As with the stark black and white film stock utilized in Goldberg’s neo-noir project In The Spotlight, the employment of Super 8 — an anamorphic film format known for producing a unique dream-like quality, as if everything is coated in an amniotic haze; it’s also believed to invoke feelings of nostalgia for the viewer, mimicking a sense of connection to the material presented — renders these passages particularly powerful.

Then? Then comes the third section : a fictional narrative envisions a dream of Los Angeles after it has been liberated from capitalism.

At any rate, after a successful international tour and critically-acclaimed jaunt around the festival circuit, it’s available to view via streaming, here and now. . .

The film stars Joy Anderson, Clint Catalyst, Irina Contreras, Amy Goodman, Jessica Gudiel, Jessica Hoffmann — with narration by Goldberg.

Preview, film stills, and contest info “beneath the cut” . . .

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In The Spotlight : Give-Aways, “Streaming,” Check It!

Yes, it’s been a while . . .

but some of you might recall my repeated mentions of Hilary Goldberg‘s short film “In The Spotlight,” starring the wicked way Richter literary genius Michelle Tea, screen-writer/producer/actress extraordinaire Guinevere Turner and me, in the role of a creepy literary charlatan known as Bell Wartock. [ The smarmy, nefarious style fiend — due in no small part to the brilliance and boundless abilities of costume designer Adele Mildred — may very well have inspired a tribute and a smidgen of merch in the nascent days of his creation. I mean : Bell Wartock is, after all, “the voice of a new generation.” ]

Director Hilary Goldberg between takes, with Michelle Tea [ as Olive Clutch ] and Clint Catalyst

Well, after great critical acclaim and a tour of film festivals around the world — including Inside Out Toronto, Frameline, Outfest, Vancouver Queer Film Festival, Fresno Reel Pride, Women Make Waves Taiwan, Seattle Queer, American Cinematheque Third Annual Focus on Female Directors, Reel Women International, Frederick Film Festival, Reel Pride Michigan, and The Dark Arts Festival in Salt Lake City — this meta-fictive neo-noir is finally available to watch in the comfort of your own home…for a scant 99 cents.

Still on the proverbial fence? I know; I know — it’s almost an entire dollar, maing! As you mull the idea over, feel free to peek “beneath the cut” and view the film’s official trailer, stills, and…oh yeah! Details about that give-away I mentioned!


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San Francisco Performances : June 2012

Porchlight Storytelling Series San Francisco with Beth Lisick

Monday, June 18  2012
Porch Light Storytelling Series

“For the past decade, Porchlight has been San Francisco’s  premier storytelling series. Each month, co-founders Beth Lisick and Arline Klatte invite six people from different backgrounds to tell ten-minute true stories without using notes or memorization. Past storytellers include some of the area’s most entertaining school bus drivers, mushroom hunters, politicians, socialites, sex workers, musicians, authors, systems analysts, and social workers.”

Monday, June 18
I Do: The Wedding Show

A special day to be remembered forever. What could possibly go wrong?

Featuring

writer/performer Eugene Ashton-Gonzalez

poetry reviewer Barbara Berman

writer/stylist Clint Catalyst

crossing guard/lawyer Denise Hoffner

music writer Paul Myers

pastry chef Aimee Page

Verdi Club
2424 Mariposa St., San Francisco CA
Show at 8:00pm/doors at 7:00pm
$15 general
$7.50 Friends of Library members

http://www.facebook.com/porchlightsf

http://www.facebook.com/events/414839951890151

 

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Wednesday, June 20  2012
Faggot Dinosaur Anthology Reading/Release Party

 

“Please join Writers Among Artists founder and editor Ali Liebegott in this visual and literary collaboration of dinosaurs knitting, fucking, and listening to Barbara Streisand! Queerness of the Paleolithic Age abounds at Faggot Dinosaur — a reading, and journal release celebration. With Artists: Resa Alboher, Jen Benka & Carol Mirakove, Denise Bilbao, Cooper Bombardier, Lisa Brown, Clint Catalyst, Justin Chin, Lucy Corin, Carmella Fleming, Leora Fridman, Nicole J. Georges, Hilary Goldberg, Nicki Greene, Michael Henry Hayden, Diane Hoffman, Sade Huron, Elyssa Joy Kilman, Andrea Lawlor, jojo Lazar, Janice Lee, Ricky Lee, Cayenne Link, Amy Macabre, Mary Meriam, Na¹amen, Sawako Nakayasu, Kirk Read, Steven Reigns, Joshua Robinson, Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal, Roxanne, Sam Sax, Cedar Sigo, Michelle Tea, Masha Tupitsyn, Vlad Viski, Ed Wolf and Yasmin San Francisco!”

Wednesday, June 20 2012

Alley Cat Books
3036 24th St, San Francisco, CA
7 p.m.
$5

http://www.facebook.com/events/181551501972861/

Brown Paper Tickets: https://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/246336

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Flashing Heat and Spinning Wild Desire

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A Mix
of aural fixations ||| gathered especially for TXTBK’s

CH▼ЯCH X▼ BЯXK3N 7▲NG▼▲G3

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Sexed-Up Hexed-Out Vice-Riddled Foul-Mouthed Synthetic-Driven Dirty Beats for Pricey-Ass Prick-Teasing Tit-Tweaking Boot-Licking Finger-Frigging Lip-Smacking Mother-Fucking Ball-Busting Witch-Kraftwerkin’ Tragic Magic 8-Ballin’ Bad Behavior and Goddamn Better Times

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though rather than my own hyper-hyphenated description, please allow me to offer verbiage of Thee Almighty Blam Lord  —[ whom I adore, incidentally ]— via re-bloggification / review of mix #62 : Flashing Heat and Spinning Wild Desire

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” Thee dark alt god himself, Clint Catalyst descended onto TXTBK’S CHVяCH XV BяXK3N 7ANGvAG3 and pummeled thee sound tonight. Gliding gracefully through cavernous depths ov dance and depravity I absolutely loved his whole persona. And all guns instantly went off in Blambodia when he complimented me on my music taste in thee chat. Thee natives chests all swelled with pride. INFINITE BLAM.

Every Sunday, 7pm Pacific / 10pm EST you can get on Bummer Bit Radio and hear Textbeak or choice guests bringing you down into thee dark nether regions ov thee CHVяCH XV BяXK3N 7ANGvAG3. “

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I’m Coming Hardcore – M.A.N.I.C. (Veil of Thorns remix) : Veil of Thorns
6Ξ† NΛKΞD (! 60† Λ PLΛN VV!†H !SΛΛC) : BLΛCK RΛ!NB0VV
Lemon/Lime : Richard X
Unspeakable : Mount Sims
Minty – The Grid (powwowW remix) : powwowW
girlz : GL▲SS †33†H
Voodoo Pussy : Miss Prada
Put It There : Princess Tinymeat
ƒ∀ġĝɵŧ (feat. Jack Norworth) : Three Spaces
Cish Cash (Basement Jaxx Featuring Siouxsie Sioux) : Mr. M, Henry Self & Barbeau
New Fashion (T666 remix) : a;GRUMH
N20 : h∞d∞
hAD yOu : Nattymari
Model For Me : Jer Ber Jones
Analogically Reacting : Nancy Fortune
Séance Infernale : Mater Suspiria Vision feat. How I Quit Crack and Scott Klaus
ŵǂŦʗħ Ƨɚx đųb : Kaos Sigil
WITCH•KRAFT•WERK : ▲|▼|▲
Saturated Love : Locust
Ham & Eggs : GVCCI HVCCI
Kinky Nation (Kingdom Kum) : Egyptian Lover
Topsy Turvy : Johnny Dangerous
Beez in the Trap (Physical Therapy Remix) : Nicki Minaj
Nightmare : Kid Unknown
We Evil Sin : Monotrona
Lick It – Karen Finley (Veil of Thorns remix) : Veil of Thorns
Travesty : Din
Shake Your Body (△AIMON Remix) : Tyra Banks
Queenie (MK Dub Mix) : Ethyl Meatplow
Why Won’t You Call Me Back : My Robot Friend
The Biggest Fan (Black Strobe Mix) : Märtini Brös
The Song Of Shadows : Mondkopf
The Fudge Punch : Wiseblood
Heaven : Until December
Flowers Of Evil (Ghoul Remix) : GHXST
C ø † † ø N : I††
Anal Staircase (Dionysian Remix) : Coil
Spoken by Stephanie from Versailles, Yes I Do : Chicks on Speed
6’7 : Angel Haze

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Millennial Love Story

Thanks to Beauty Nursed On Darkness for the blog post, and to The Battered Suitcase, where the poem first appeared.

For information about the form in which this piece was written, please click HERE.
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