WHY ARE THOSE GIRLS SO LOUD it's 'cos we're jewish

Apr 15

The City That Never Sleeps Must Never Get A Hangover This Goddamn Bad The ticket in my hand says 6 & 1/2 AM and my sleep deprived eyes scan the aisles for seats near a window. Okay good, there’s one over there. I rest my head against the cool glass as the first rays of morning stream into the bus. It is six fucking thirty in the morning people. I am on a bus to New York City with a girl who has been my friend for years (not a BFFL or best friend but a friend I have been friends with much longer than the friendship of other friends) and she rests her head against my shoulder. This is her adventure. We’re off to see some people, meet some sights, hang out in Central Park like the hooligans we used to be. Or I was anyway. I remember long days and even longer nights sitting in places one shouldn’t have sat sipping things my underage mind shouldn’t have sipped. Those were the days, I think against the window those are days I shall reclaim. The bus rumbles down I-95 and I am barely alive, counting the trees screaming along the sides of the highway. I would trade many things for an extra hour of sleep but I can’t keep myself from jarring awake every time another passenger turns to their friend and say “Do you think we’ll have time to see the Statue of Liberty?” How many tourists have risen before dawn to ride down to the Big Apple and taste its sweet spots? We’ll be there in three more hours. We’ll be in the city that never sleeps but instead lies there dreaming clinging to life kowtowing to the Old Gods hoping to hell or the outer ring that no more buildings tumble to the ground like so many used up bus tickets. Img from Paul Lasaine’s blog

The City That Never Sleeps Must Never Get A Hangover This Goddamn Bad

The ticket in my hand says 6 & 1/2 AM
and my sleep deprived eyes scan the aisles
for seats near a window.
Okay good, there’s one over there.
I rest my head against the cool glass
as the first rays of morning stream into the bus.
It is six fucking thirty in the morning people.
I am on a bus to New York City with a girl
who has been my friend for years
(not a BFFL or best friend but a friend
I have been friends with much longer
than the friendship of other friends)
and she rests her head against my shoulder.
This is her adventure.
We’re off to see some people, meet some sights,
hang out in Central Park
like the hooligans we used to be.
Or I was anyway. I remember long days
and even longer nights
sitting in places one shouldn’t have sat
sipping things my underage mind
shouldn’t have sipped.
Those were the days, I think against the window
those are days I shall reclaim.
The bus rumbles down I-95
and I am barely alive, counting the trees
screaming along the sides of the highway.
I would trade many things for an extra hour of sleep
but I can’t keep myself from jarring awake
every time another passenger turns to their friend
and say “Do you think we’ll have time
to see the Statue of Liberty?”
How many tourists have risen before dawn to ride
down to the Big Apple and taste its sweet spots?
We’ll be there in three more hours.
We’ll be in the city that never sleeps
but instead lies there dreaming
clinging to life
kowtowing to the Old Gods
hoping to hell or the outer ring that no more buildings
tumble to the ground
like so many used up bus tickets.

Img from Paul Lasaine’s blog

Apr 13

lauratringaliholmes: “Broken Axle,” paper collage with mixed media. Laura Tringali Holmes.Then she pointed out the curve to my x’s Out of glue radiates our past, splintered thresh Holds old cursive script exercise book Top hat, old hat, rules that never begin With negatives, majestic One-ought-to’s stupefies The poor temper of boiled lower School trauma, a teacher corners us With slightly yellow tape, cursed Y’s tails Eyes micro-lightning in reds Threadbare patched beast “It is the fear we know That we fear the most” Delicate slices, tracing paper .Light poured onto the blotter once A key materialized in ink, hand Never-tall-enough Alice with lisp saw a garden Would it wait until the witch’s hourGrowth spurt?Simply by being tiny made her cry Dried petals, cursive lower case y’s + Conversing with Laura T.H.’s visual art & ‘after’ Auden’s The Quest

lauratringaliholmes:

“Broken Axle,” paper collage with mixed media. Laura Tringali Holmes.


Then she pointed out the curve to my x’s

Out of glue radiates our past, splintered thresh
Holds old cursive script exercise book
Top hat, old hat, rules that never begin
With negatives, majestic One-ought-to’s stupefies

The poor temper of boiled lower
School trauma, a teacher corners us
With slightly yellow tape, cursed Y’s tails
Eyes micro-lightning in reds

Threadbare patched beast
“It is the fear we know
That we fear the most”
Delicate slices, tracing paper
.


Light poured onto the blotter once
A key materialized in ink, hand
Never-tall-enough Alice with lisp saw a garden
Would it wait until the witch’s hour

Growth spurt?
Simply by being tiny made her cry
Dried petals, cursive lower case y’s

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Conversing with Laura T.H.’s visual art & ‘after’ Auden’s The Quest

Apr 10

What I had felt was in the cards Repetitive diamonds On their backs an intricate Wysteria that choked vineyard trellis Ropes of lilac monopolize What once was ‘A Shakespeare Garden’ O! Feelings, you can’t brood more Darling than a raccoon in collapsing Estate attic, plenty of Fyodor covers To entice, opera glasses astrology to imbibe… And as each moulded double-parlour Expands inside, ensconces y’know? Swoon into fainting couch Then little somebody— evaporate! Into a spectre, mere perfume + (A jojo poem after/honouring Grey Gardens)

What I had felt was in the cards
Repetitive diamonds
On their backs an intricate
Wysteria that choked vineyard trellis

Ropes of lilac monopolize
What once was ‘A Shakespeare Garden’ O!
Feelings, you can’t brood more

Darling than a raccoon in collapsing
Estate attic, plenty of Fyodor covers
To entice, opera glasses astrology to imbibe…


And as each moulded double-parlour
Expands inside, ensconces y’know?
Swoon into fainting couch
Then little somebody— evaporate!
Into a spectre, mere perfume

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(A jojo poem after/honouring Grey Gardens)

Apr 06

Werepulp Issue #66 We’re pulp already Inside this skinvelope velour thigh High on licking the backs of crescents Moonlit Lichtenstein dates— Dear xxDarqueStarxx I’m pierrot lunaire mondestrunken, jknow? Too many hot water bottles below stern Sternum curdling midnight milk Won’t sate my muse Drowned in that cunt of a koi pond Wearing that pearl collar up to ears How many hairs and sachets of dolls’ Bones do I have to bury To bring perfume Sweet sweat back to boudoir It’s a water bed (sunrise soon) Voiced the nude in repose + A jojo-reply to her beloved Macabre’s last poem-sortof. love and napowrimo blown kisses. Chag Sameach, jews are werewolves on the sabbath, obvs. (Also, i typed this out from comp. book with Cursive playing of course.) {img from *dzaet}

Werepulp Issue #66

We’re pulp already
Inside this skinvelope velour thigh
High on licking the backs of crescents
Moonlit Lichtenstein dates— Dear xxDarqueStarxx

I’m pierrot lunaire mondestrunken, jknow?
Too many hot water bottles below stern
Sternum curdling midnight milk
Won’t sate my muse

Drowned in that cunt of a koi pond
Wearing that pearl collar up to ears
How many hairs and sachets of dolls’
Bones do I have to bury

To bring perfume
Sweet sweat back to boudoir
It’s a water bed (sunrise soon)
Voiced the nude in repose

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A jojo-reply to her beloved Macabre’s last poem-sortof. love and napowrimo blown kisses. Chag Sameach, jews are werewolves on the sabbath, obvs. (Also, i typed this out from comp. book with Cursive playing of course.)

{img from *dzaet}

Apr 04

I Scream You Scream We All Scream While Being Eviscerated Darkness, my friend, creeps within my veins like an ant navigating its subterranean tunnels dragging the last bits of my humanity above it’s tiny beady-eyed head as if it is a morsel of food to share with its young. I was cursed once, you see, cursed by the sign of the pentagram cursed to walk my days mournful and all to aware that a beast lurks within my soul aching to get out of me. I used to be such an ordinary man, nothing more than a well kept house and a hat left hanging on a doorknob waiting to be placed on a head heading out to work in the morning. Someday I will be free of this pain free from knowing the horrors that only man can render unto each other clawing his brother’s eyes from their sockets leaving his woman weeping blood a baby that cries out never to be fed. Well, there’s not much I can do for now but I appreciate your hearing me out. I apologize that it has to be this way, you and me, here, now, my hand holding what I think must be your lower intestine. May you know the sweetness of death like a mother’s kiss upon your brow. {img from}

I Scream You Scream We All Scream While Being Eviscerated

Darkness, my friend, creeps within my veins
like an ant navigating its subterranean tunnels
dragging the last bits of my humanity
above it’s tiny beady-eyed head
as if it is a morsel of food
to share with its young.

I was cursed once, you see, cursed by the sign
of the pentagram
cursed to walk my days mournful
and all to aware
that a beast lurks within my soul
aching to get out of me.

I used to be such an ordinary man,
nothing more than a well kept house
and a hat left hanging on a doorknob
waiting to be placed on a head
heading out to work
in the morning.

Someday I will be free of this pain
free from knowing the horrors
that only man can render unto each other
clawing his brother’s eyes from their sockets
leaving his woman weeping blood
a baby that cries out never to be fed.

Well, there’s not much I can do for now
but I appreciate your hearing me out.
I apologize that it has to be this way,
you and me, here, now,
my hand holding what I think must be
your lower intestine.

May you know the sweetness of death
like a mother’s kiss
upon your brow.

{img from}

Apr 03

mudwerks: Glamour Daze: 1920’s Women in Colour - Beautiful / Two Flappers - Arizona - 1929 - National Geographic - Clifford r adams + Flappers ruinBut the flash don’t catch Tilt-a-whirl, unfixable silks’ seam Toasted hot dog buns, Mz Bow once worked Here we lost our T-straps in a ditch Ditched in the desert Model T lug nuts for drivers Got gin’d good and tight tonight No good-time milk spillt Tongues icebox stuck Pink jelly beans rouge The dashboard full of cigarette Buttons, AZ daydream top down Coney breeze, let’s lean and play At being ourselves Driving goggles ~ for quitters Unroll stockings Re-hem our hems come sunset In the shade every colour— Every pattern matches Every other pattern Gladly link dusty ink-tips Together Flappers ruin everything (Better be-lated than never, eh wot? for 4/2 ahem hem, rather #2 for NaPoWriMo 2012. bisoux & more later…)

mudwerks: Glamour Daze: 1920’s Women in Colour - Beautiful / Two Flappers - Arizona - 1929 - National Geographic - Clifford r adams

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Flappers ruin

But the flash don’t catch
Tilt-a-whirl, unfixable silks’ seam
Toasted hot dog buns, Mz Bow once worked
Here we lost our T-straps in a ditch
Ditched in the desert
Model T lug nuts for drivers
Got gin’d good and tight tonight
No good-time milk spillt
Tongues icebox stuck
Pink jelly beans rouge
The dashboard full of cigarette
Buttons, AZ daydream top down
Coney breeze, let’s lean and play
At being ourselves

Driving goggles ~ for quitters
Unroll stockings
Re-hem our hems come sunset
In the shade every colour—
Every pattern matches
Every other pattern
Gladly link dusty ink-tips Together
Flappers ruin everything


(Better be-lated than never, eh wot? for 4/2 ahem hem, rather #2 for NaPoWriMo 2012. bisoux & more later…)

(via bowfolk)

Apr 01

Why just look at these giggling mischevious cafe-lurking ladies A look about them like absinthe secrets Rrrisqué stylings of the hair, O What a dull day without tea and something filthy Scribbled in a purse-journal, then passed to your bestie… Something exciting may be en route Loudling-fanciers. Stay tuned. Stay LOUD. (img ~ Tea at Trianon)

Why just look at these giggling mischevious cafe-lurking ladies
A look about them like absinthe secrets
Rrrisqué stylings of the hair, O
What a dull day without tea and something filthy
Scribbled in a purse-journal, then passed to your bestie…

Something exciting may be en route Loudling-fanciers. Stay tuned. Stay LOUD.

(img ~ Tea at Trianon)

Jan 23

*FB Event | *Club Oberon website Your favorite Geek Girls of Boston are back with a whole new show! Come bask in the never-ending glory of aliens, astronauts, space pirates, Trekkies and Star Wars fans. What exactly comes from a Companions training? Captain Kirk is climbing a mountain… why is he climbing a mountain? How many times did Amy encounter The Silence, anyway? I thought there were only 4 elements… Tickets are now live, don’t miss out! http://www.cluboberon.com/events/geek-girl-boston-presents-space-case-burlesque Hosted by the fabulous Amy Macabre, in all of her ass-tastic wonder Featuring: Fonda Feeling (www.facebook.com/furiousfondafeeling) Brandy Wine of Rogue Burlesque (www.facebook.com/brandywineburlesque) Lady Lapin The Doctor (You may remember him from The Tardis Tease…)shrill space songstresses WHY ARE THOSE GIRLS SO LOUD it’s cos we’re jewish Bellydancing sensation Samara! (https://www.facebook.com/samara.dancing.frozen) Malice in Wonderland (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Malice-InWonderland/61126874624) Lilly Bordeaux With many more performers to be announced! Don’t forget to stay for a ROCKING dance party afterwards. This is not a night to be missed! Convention-DJs Space Basement will be providing the tunes! (facebook.com/SpaceBasement) Where: Club Oberon 2 Arrow St Cambridge, MA When: Thursday, February 2, 2012 Doors at 7:30 Show at 8pm How much? Standing room $10  Cabaret seating $20 And don’t forget, Oberon has a full bar for all your re-fueling needs, and the tables come with full service on drinks, and the best seats in the house! And don’t forget your towel!

*FB Event | *Club Oberon website

Your favorite Geek Girls of Boston are back with a whole new show!

Come bask in the never-ending glory of aliens, astronauts, space pirates, Trekkies and Star Wars fans. What exactly comes from a Companions training? Captain Kirk is climbing a mountain… why is he climbing a mountain? How many times did Amy encounter The Silence, anyway? I thought there were only 4 elements…

Tickets are now live, don’t miss out! http://www.cluboberon.com/events/geek-girl-boston-presents-space-case-burlesque

Hosted by the fabulous Amy Macabre, in all of her ass-tastic wonder

Featuring:
Fonda Feeling (www.facebook.com/furiousfondafeeling)
Brandy Wine of Rogue Burlesque (www.facebook.com/brandywineburlesque)
Lady Lapin
The Doctor (You may remember him from The Tardis Tease…)
shrill space songstresses WHY ARE THOSE GIRLS SO LOUD it’s cos we’re jewish
Bellydancing sensation Samara! (https://www.facebook.com/samara.dancing.frozen)
Malice in Wonderland (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Malice-InWonderland/61126874624)
Lilly Bordeaux

With many more performers to be announced!

Don’t forget to stay for a ROCKING dance party afterwards. This is not a night to be missed!
Convention-DJs Space Basement will be providing the tunes! (facebook.com/SpaceBasement)

Where:
Club Oberon
2 Arrow St
Cambridge, MA

When:
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Doors at 7:30
Show at 8pm

How much?
Standing room $10 
Cabaret seating $20

And don’t forget, Oberon has a full bar for all your re-fueling needs, and the tables come with full service on drinks, and the best seats in the house!

And don’t forget your towel!

Nov 14

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