I had a great time at Ladyfest today and heard lots of great work!
Eli- sang some songs, spoken wordy stuff on gender identity, relationships... some rhymed poetry. I'm hearing songs, formalism, something like slam poetry? not like i know what slam poetry is but it seems like people get a little bit hip-hoppy with their rhymed and not traditionally metrical couplets. she is starting a "creative online community" thing.
Um. blah blah blah. It was all very different from the staid readings I go to down here on the peninsula. where I am for some reason the only freak around and no one else swears or has funny hair. I guess they all migrate north. As I seem to be doing. But actually I am not abandoning my scene down here - more about this in a minute.
Mary W. (Wings?) Gimme an A! Gimme a B! ORTION! "best abortion I ever had." "abortion haikus" "Don't infiltrate my abortion" "An abortion is like that." Various sentences using the word, bringing the word into everyday speech - why it is so hidden.
Sabrina C. nice guitar playing.
"This morning we were the elephants (Elements? heh. well, either way.)
This morning we licked our lips repeatedly
this morning we got dressed & undressed and dressed & undressed 6 times..." <--- this was good and went on forever.
Last King of Doowop - why was she at all nervous and tender about this piece? it was fantastic. maybe a little bit harsh on rap, which can also be poetic and lovely and isn't, maybe, meant to take the place of romantic songs or be contrasted with it. "maybelline teens". many lovely turns of phrase...
Can I say all this? I always take notes at readings but I usually don't blog them, especially not with people's names. "I have been followed by the lonely aluminum wolf" or something (I like to write down lines that strike me tho sometimes i can't write fast enough and forget exactly) "as they warm you up for their licking shadows..." "I am weak in the way that matters most to the skin."
Yeah -- I'm happy whenever I hear something new that I didn't expect. -- even one line or phrase --
why so many cups of coffee stared into?
A cup of coffee is the urban lake of post-post-modernism...?
D. Di Prima - reading from Loba, mostly. (And I flip back to the beginning of this new notebook where I'd transferred a few scribbled down quotes from "The Poetry Deal" which i heard her read at the 50th anniversary thing in march)
"Oh Lil! you promised me the language of mushroom and fern!' "your murderous black crossroads" Medusa poem-translation "because you love the burning ground" "She strides on the battlefield"
I think of Wittig and Across the Acheron and wish very much to talk with Diane about that book and if she hasn't read it, to freaking make her read it. We are on the same wavelength in some ways. I long to send her my homeric hymns and stuff.
trina reading from "Tender Murderers" very amusingly! it looks like a great book. I will buy and read it and add it to my "women who kill" collection. not to be missed... everyone go buy it... and she is the nicest person on earth...
embarrassingly i ran out to bug diane in the alley and behaved like a total goober and so rudely missed the beginning of wendyomatik's reading. "her ideals died out 40 wars ago". fierce.
b. mandell. several stories about a girl named Lila. I wrote a bunch of things down from this. she and trina's outfits and reddish curls matched each other.
j. melusine in pink ballgown and tiara! (I'm sounding like a society gossip reporter as I dorkily admire the especially femmy outfits. but i do love a super femmy outfit esp. retro or girly. and all the dresses made me happy and so many times a decade ago would be the only cutesy femmily dressed person other than doss.) I liked "invocation for a phone whore" "Let there be bells! ring & ring! and not the slow tick of time..." any invocation is good by me. I liked her omphale, her pink pool, her death car, her gematria and quoting of anton le vay. fun.
susie something, a super-macha slam poet from AZ. "the stick shift never stopped us from touching' "behind seat belts that bound me like the rules of love" rather sweet memoir poem about first love
"I grew fighting" and then suzie strapon poem which was fun and fluffy and another long introspective poem about her dad and then the one about how she woudl start a giant trend of m0rmon lesbians with 10 wives raising dykey daughters and sending them all to br1gham young university.
at lunch w/chula, j. and s. and the sacredwhore girl and another person who was quieter and whose name i didn't catch, I was warming to j. mightily as she described reading the descent of inanna to her young niece at bedtime. heh!
I amused myself with a little private joke as I came back from the bathroom and ran boldy up the back of the booth thingie to hop back into my place. If I had done this not to get back into my seat but to throw my cloak over chula it would have been even funnier, but since no one else knows about Saint-Loup and how he impressed Marcel in the restaurant by doing this very thing, I was only privately amused (until now).
back again and fell a little in crush with T.H. - how could it be helped?! I burst into tears actually as she read "lucky". and felt like i might have to flee the room.
and I had a giant annoying asthma attack as smoke was coming into the room from outside. sucky sucky sucky and it super-sucks to go be the annoying hippie telling everyone to please not smoke anywhere even remotely near the door. it sucks to suddenly not be able to breathe and it's like someone's got their hands around my throat, but lower down and inside my chest, and is squeezing relentlessly. it's exhausting. and the floor starts looking like a really attractive place to lie down. I am sure someone was reading and i was listening on some level, but... yow, i was out of it for a while. and the inhaler made me tremble speedily and unpleasantly and want to lie down even more. next time i go there i'm gonna obnoxiously tape up Nosmo King signs everywhere or stand up and make a little speech about please go way far away from the door.
chula read her fabulous, hilarious stories! in a poodle skirt with fringe. I can't praise her stories because she will say that I'm just trying to get up her skirt. but wow, she was great. (though still at the tail end of having a cold and not enough sleep)
daphne read and i was so blown away. i mean i had been reading her interesting blog and liking it, and then last week read some poems of hers after chula shoved the book into my hands, but did not realize.. I can't even start or I will sound like a crazed fangirl, but she is doing some good, good, megagood things with language and it's rare that i freak out and go "oh my god a Real Poet" and feel that I am at the feet of mindblowingness. A lot of people try to get to where she is but they... i don't know.. not everyone can hold that sort of intensity and extended focus, and often people bail out of the burning airplane WAY too soon. I rave about my friend Antzen, and he is somewhere very interesting and visionary and knows what he is doing and I'm a mere grasshopper at his feet, but i'm going to be dragging him to hear daphne sometime in the future so that he will have something to learn from. I liked her mention of being a textual DJ. (which was something I had noticed Thea doing and also someone else, but i didn't have a name for it other than collage or bricolage or mixyuppiness, and I like "textual DJ" better.)