April 16, 2010
posted by Caroline Picard
Last Friday, MAKE Magazine put together an after-party in Denver, CO. A number of publishers and writers were asked to participate. I showed two short films, one about Lust&Cashmere, the other more abstract called “These Are Not My Memories.” In the meantime Devin King (CLOPS), put a tape recording of various people reading, Green Lantern Press authors old and new–Moshe Zvi Marvit (Urbesque, 2005), Erica Adams (The Book of The Mutation of Fortune, 2011/12), Amira Hanafi (Forgery, 2011/12), and an excerpt from CLOPS. That “mix” tape was played on a tape recorder in the refrigerator so that whenever anyone opened the fridge to get a drink of some kind, the spectral voices of said authors emanated out. After the party, we played it again in the street. (See super heroine Jac Jemc in the background.)
April 7, 2010
Summer, AWP, Drinking, Denver. Put ’em together and what do you got? Shots ‘n Shorts! Featherproof Books and Green Lantern Press are joining forces to bring you spinning wheels, shots, and shorts (the clothing as well as the story version) in a fabulous AWP Off-site event.
A fabulous line up of authors will be displaying their gams and literary prowess at Skylark Friday April 9th at 7pm. Each storyteller will step up to spin Nicolette Bond’s Wheel of Drunken Shame, determining which shot they will take or what fate they will endure before reading their short short. With returning authors from the national Dollar Store Tour, you can bet your sweet bippy this is going to be a gratifying night.
Leggy Ink Slingers include:
The juicy details:
Friday April 9th 7pm
140 S Broadway
Denver, CO 80209.
Featherproof offers the perfect remedy to snoozy A.W.P. readings with this boozy H.O.T. reading. After you’ve slept it off come visit the featherproof table at AWP, #E17. There will be author signings, free mini books and more.
Be sure to check out Shots ‘n Shorts. It ain’t your average reading. Fantastic writers sporting short shorts and giving our stems a moment in the spotlight!
January 7, 2010
posted and written by Caroline Picard
I read this last night as part of a fantastic reading series called The Rec Room–first Wednesday of every month. This one in particular was curated by Jac Jemc.
In the aftermath of his film, Bruno found it (almost) impossible to get a job.
(I’d suggest making a comparison with American Apparel starlets who, submitting to the photographic gaze of the boss who, naked himself, takes such girls aside (they believe in him because he boasts moral credibility—his clothes are made in America—he sells cotton t-shirts for fifty dollars and is kind enough to venture into such dying cities as Pittsburgh, Detroit, Palo Alto—in which culture is amiss to the youth and the cotton haberdashery arrives, an oasis in the drought, saying SHOPLIFT ME PLEASE I am the grand POOHBA, your hip deliverance, come little girl, (early 20’s, like Bruno, waiting to be discovered, already dressed in the company uniform, flat simulacra cotton tye-me ups affecting the girl next door who happens to be sitting on the dryer that’s going, or watering plants (the hose a snake) or bending over to pick a dandelion without bending her legs—her sex ingénue, naive, devious in its marketability….) they smile at him, he smells like the city, he wants to legalize marijuana he offers some. Promises, the rest of America looking at you through his eyes, (he arrived in a pink Cadillac) FAME. Legitimacy. If the public sees you it is as if you have seen yourself in the mirror. You are America, he says. Let yourself see yourself. I’ll pay you. You’ll get rich. It feels good to be seen. He says your’re liberated. He is wearing a Hercules belt. He wears eyeliner and a trucker hat. He swats a young man on the ass behind the company counter, “Bend over that way,” the boss says eyeing his employee’s short shorts, “I’ve got my camera. Come in the back. Let’s make your ponytail like a rope and will you touch my….”
What then was Bruno left with? Not a job, certainly. Rather, Bruno met an old woman on craigslist. She needed a roommate. He moved in with her, (she was in her 80’s). She made him soup for dinner and bread for breakfast. He found a job at IKEA (finally). Thereafter woke up each day, ate Captain Crunch (because to understand America is eat a daily course of sugar, he’d decided. He didn’t like her bread). He took the bus to 1800 McConnor Parkway. He listened to Neil Diamond and German hiphop. When he was sad he listened to Sybil Baier. He stowed his things in a locker. He cried at the first break every day because he felt sure his soul only wanted to dance. He cried very quietly. When working, he stood behind a computer consol in the middle of a room full of domestic and purchasable sets; eating meatballs and anchovies (on the side) for lunch, he tried to understand his coworkers’ sense of humor—they did not get his. Sometimes someone asked him if he’d been in that movie.
In the end he (Bruno) gave up on trying to like people or be liked. He avoided questions, avoided work, researching instead the etymology of product names (BLAXMO, TICTAK, FJORDING, KELIG, JAKT, SEMVIK, LYSVIK, RILL, ULLUURT, PYSSLA). He started thinking about a new film. It would be the dramatic sequel to the old Bruno; in this, shot very boring, very pretty with soft, rich colors, shot on film—put out by Focus Features—very silent, as Bruno goes about his day to day a miscreant among peers, an outsider in the flat box furniture world. Aside from carrying a Swedish dictionary (with which he hopes to transcribe and translate the meaning of his surroundings).
The climax takes place when Bruno talks to Bill Murray in the very end.
Bruno spends each day imagining the conversation he’d have with Bill Murray.
November 16, 2009
posted by Caroline Picard
A few weeks ago, Jac Jemc read a selection of her work at the former Green Lantern Gallery space. She read to a full house and it was fantastic–I even figured out how to work the camera on my phone (though I apologize for the hand-jiggling. I haven’t meditated long enough to keep things steady). You can download the entire reading here, along with an intriguing question-answer period in which she talks about her process, the role of time in her work and the weight of naming things.
Here are some images from the evening: