This is one of my favorite photographs from the Moonshot Magazine Cavity Search party from a couple weeks ago—featuring Eve Bates (right) and Greg Hedderman (left). Read the full recap here. BONUS! Here is a photo of me being sassy at the party.
Prose; pop!
DANCE TO THE BEATS OF MY DRUM: Advice, Art, Bollywood, Gardening, Lana Del Rey, Lit, Movies, Music, Social Media
SPOTLIGHT: Songs With Ladies Dropping F-Bombs, 2012: The Year of the Outsider, Quitting Facebook & Signing Back Up to Life, An Open Letter to the Ladies In My Life Over the Years
@ohrohin email CV What's on your mind?
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“I’ll blow a panda if it asked me to in a small human voice.”
“Should have gotten an MFA in waiting for my dealer.”
“Blowing Rick Ross on mushrooms would be intense.”
Twitter and rappers were popular subjects.
I guess people are still acting like this is a thing? Well then. I saw Tao Lin read at KGB Bar and I don’t mind his subject matter and it is wonderful he’s managed to cultivate such a sustainable following, but! he is just such a terrible live performer. If it’s one thing that I think is unforgivable of a reader, it’s that that reader doesn’t even try to put on a good show.
But perhaps that is his shtick? But I mean! Whose “shtick” is being terrible? Ryan Seacrest? So what? Is Tao Lin supposed to be the Ryan Seacrest among people who write things down on paper? This is not a good benchmark for any of us to aspire towards.
I wish people in the media who cover this sort of thing attempted to cover new things that were trying and not only the easiest thing.
BUT, LOOK: I think that if we just cut one another down to size, the literary/arts scene of this city won’t grow and innovate, so if Tao Lin does read this from a mobile device somewhere, he should come to Slapdash this weekend and maybe we can exchange performance notes.Critique noted and well-taken, although observing a “new thing” in the literary scene is subjective in a wide audience such as ours.
Very true! We are coming at it from two worlds: An audience of writers (my world) and an audience of people looking to be entertained (the general audience of most publications). I am generally fearful when mediocrity is placed through the hype machine and talent gets shoehorned into the fringe. But I feel like perhaps Kate Bush and I share that in common!
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I should probably let you know that this Saturday at LaunchPad (721 Franklin Avenue, 2345 to Franklin Ave, C to Franklin Ave), I will be reading some stuff at Slapdash in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. In the spirit of February, this month’s theme is Sex Ed. Performers also include Jason Helm, Dara Van Dusen, Julianna Schley, Karen Adelman, plus a sexy video game by Byron Hulcher. There will also be free, delicious Rose Beer. Come to think of it, the entire event is FREE.
As my set will consist of exactly one story from Relief Work and beastly work-in-progress bits—all about the horribleness of hook-up culture—I thought it pertinent to put together a selection of songs you’d hear at a gay club while cruising. Think of it as a soundtrack to horrible hook-up culture.
• Dannii Minogue & Riva, “Who Do You Love Now?”
• Christina Aguilera, “Keeps Gettin’ Better”
• Faith Evans, “Mesmerized (Freemasons Remix)”
• Booty Luv, “Some Kinda Rush”
• Billie Myers, “Kiss the Rain (Thunderpuss 2000 Remix)”
• Kelly Rowland, “Work (Freemasons Remix)”
• Selena Gomez, “Who Says (Bimbo Jones Remix)”
• Leona Lewis, “Bleeding Love (Moto Blanco Remix)”
• Adele, “Someone Like You (The Thin Red Men Remix)”
Get it here. I would love to see you there. Say you will be there etc etc.
Reblogged for posterity/posteriority. Also! I will be raffling off a couple copies of my book there as well.
I should probably let you know that this Saturday at LaunchPad (721 Franklin Avenue, 2345 to Franklin Ave, C to Franklin Ave), I will be reading some stuff at Slapdash in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. In the spirit of February, this month’s theme is Sex Ed. Performers also include Jason Helm, Dara Van Dusen, Julianna Schley, Karen Adelman, plus a sexy video game by Byron Hulcher. There will also be free, delicious Rose Beer. Come to think of it, the entire event is FREE.
As my set will consist of exactly one story from Relief Work and beastly work-in-progress bits—all about the horribleness of hook-up culture—I thought it pertinent to put together a selection of songs you’d hear at a gay club while cruising. Think of it as a soundtrack to horrible hook-up culture.
• Dannii Minogue & Riva, “Who Do You Love Now?”
• Christina Aguilera, “Keeps Gettin’ Better”
• Faith Evans, “Mesmerized (Freemasons Remix)”
• Booty Luv, “Some Kinda Rush”
• Billie Myers, “Kiss the Rain (Thunderpuss 2000 Remix)”
• Kelly Rowland, “Work (Freemasons Remix)”
• Selena Gomez, “Who Says (Bimbo Jones Remix)”
• Leona Lewis, “Bleeding Love (Moto Blanco Remix)”
• Adele, “Someone Like You (The Thin Red Men Remix)”
Get it here. I would love to see you there. Say you will be there etc etc.
I have to admit that one of my favorite parts of creating this novel has been fleshing out the characters of the narrators cousins. One is a fairly attractive young woman who operates a phone sex line and remains single by choice; the other is a short fat creature who likes wearing stirrup pants and had to get her husband from an online matrimonial website. Both are very much black sheep by Bengali standards.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of listening to Jason Helm read bits from Fetish at the Moonshot Magazine reading. He read about a broke twink who opted to pay rent through sexual favors to his landlord. It was hilarious. It was bittersweet. It was positively Helmian. You can order Fetish plus two other BoL titles, all for $10, right now. I think it’s a steal.
The titles include:
Fetish by Jason Helm
Meet the Lavenders by Carrie Murphy
Ponyboy, Sigh: A Word Problem by Leon Baham
‘Perhaps a Girl Elsewhere’ by Adam Strauss
C. Exigua by Jackie Wang
Relief Work by Rohin Guha
blood and jasmine when i dreamed her by Christine Vi-Van Nguyen
Fabulous Essential by Niina Pollari
Follow Birds of Lace and its publisher, Gina Abelkop, on Twitter! Buy your brain candy here—more smarts than conversation hearts!
…well then. As the three or eight of you who follow my blog know well: Tonight, Moonshot Magazine is hosting its—DOOM DRUMS PLEASE!—Valentine’s Day party.
There will be potions and a commotion. The “potions” part refers to the booze that will be there. The “commotion” part refers to the seven brilliant readers who will be regaling us with prose and poetry about sex, love, and hopefully, hamburgers, but maybe not hamburgers.
Those seven readers: Eve Bates, Ana Božičević, Gregory Crosby, Jason Helm, Kendra Grant Malone, Syreeta McFadden,and Erin Rashbaum. With a special appearance by Lana Del Rey*.
And look, you are probably going to spend a cool mint this weekend on getting wasted—either to celebrate Valentine’s Day or to celebrate being single on Valentine’s Day—so why not come to this FREE event? FREE means that you can buy that extra samosa for your sweetie at dinner tomorrow night. See? I’ve got your back. Rohin’s got your back. Moonshot’s got your back.
I’m especially excited because this is the first event we’re hosting at The Mustard Beak—which is where that clothing swap was where I found that rockin’ scarf. Niina operates The Mustard Beak and she is one of my favorite people to work together on projects with.
I mean this promises to be a good time. And even if you’re bored (WHICH YOU WON’T BE), find me standing in the back and we’ll talk shit about everyone else. I promise. Report time: 7:30. How to get there: L train to Myrtle-Wyckoff Avenues; 1670 Gates Avenue #102. More info: Click here.
P.S. We are calling this the “Cavity Search” party but there won’t be any frisking. All frisking will have to happen at whatever local dive everybody runs off to when the last reader breathes the penultimate word of their set…because most audience members aren’t that polite to stick around for the whole thing, are they!
P.P.S. Facebook RSVP thing.
* Lana has not yet RSVPed on Facebook, but under threat of continued fanmail, maybe she might.
Miles Klee gives you 11 reasons to love his writing in Vanity Fair today.
So proud of my darling beastlette Gina Abelkop. Go buy a copy of her newest poetry collection today.
(Source: darlingbeastlettes)
Miracle berries? Check. Magical potions concocted to make you dance? Check. Seven storytellers called forth to make you remember why you hate/love Valentine’s Day? Check.
Your pals at Moonshot want you to drop by our Cavity Search party at The Mustard Beak, a brand new arts space in Ridgewood in Queens (near Bushwick!) Entry is FREE and you have nothing else to do Friday night, February 10 around 7:30, do you? Exactly.
Regarding that call for submissions, some of you are more visual people; here is a glimpse at titles that Birds of Lace brought into the world. Will yours be next?
Hey gorgeouses! I know a lot of people out there love doing things with words or art, so I figure I would pass on news of two very exciting opportunities!
Firstly, Birds of Lace, a Bay Area-based independent press that publishes work by queer and feminist writers is now accepting proposals for future books. BoL is one of the best indie outfits right now. Gina Abelkop, who runs the operation, is herself a poet and so she’s very sensitive and nurturing to helping to package books with her authors and coordinating launch events as needed. In the past, BoL has published chapbooks by Niina Pollari, Carrie Murphy, Leon Baham, Adam Strauss, Anna Joy Springer, Christine Vi-Van Nguyen, Jackie Wang, Kristina Marie Darling, and of course, myself. More exciting! Jason Helm’s upcoming fiction chapbook Fetish is out soon through BoL as well. As I said, Abelkop herself is a poet. This means she knows and respects the neurotic process of finding pieces to fill a book. So by all means if you have the material, pitch your book to her.
Also, speaking of Pollari—she and Judy Berman are editing a collection of personal essays about feminists who talk about loving misogynist art. An excerpt of the submissions call from Pollari’s blog:
Feminists have never hesitated to dissect and attack art whose misogyny offends and repulses us. But what happens when we fall in love with the work of a musician, writer, or painter we see as anti-female? Do we rationalize our cognitive dissonance away, turn our back on the offending artist, or find a way to embrace the film or story that moves us while acknowledging what disturbs us about it? How does our attraction to misogynist art complicate our relationship to both the artist and to feminism itself?Head over here to find out how you can submit your own proposals.
Get writing, kids. Please reblog too to get the word out!
Last night, I met up with the radiant Lia LoBello in Greenwich Village for some tea. Because this city is all about the quickness of evolution, one of the most valuable types of people we can ever collide into are people who see us at various points in our lives. Lia and I interned at Radar together—back when it was kind of The Awl before The Awl was ever a thing—and it was an interesting time. We were at different points of our writing career and she was one of the most awesome, honest individuals I met when I was trying to figure out how media worked. (The Answer: It’s basically like high school!)
Anyway, we eventually got down to that weird annoying-but-always-fun-to-discuss question of “Who is a writer?” I guess I kind of break it down into two things: People Who Make Things and People Who Tear Things Apart. I think it is too easy for anyone in that second camp to mock the first one because they themselves are never creating anything or laying bare pieces of themselves. It takes balls to put together a work and serve it to the world.
Slapdash is a new multimedia Brooklyn-based series that launched in late 2011. They are currently seeking performers for their February installment, themed Sex Ed.
Fringe benefits of performing at the Sex Ed edition of Slapdash: You will be performing alongside me and I’m not sure if you have you have read that book I wrote (“STOP HREF’ING THAT BOOK ROHIN WE GET IT YOU WROTE IT”-Everybody), but everything about that book is steeped in Sex Ed and I am not at all a terrible reciter of things if my Courtney Stodden poetry project is anything to go by.
But if not for February, do chuck your hat into the ring for future installments of Slapdash. Zane Van Dusen, who put this whole shebang together, is a stand-up guy—when he isn’t sitting down. He is also quite radical. He is ALSO in Mindtroll. But more than that, I’ve gone to a few of these and have always come away inspired. And laughing. That is the most important. The laughing part.
