The Queerly Festival Presents: Queer and Outside the Box JULY 1st

Queer & Outside the Box

SATURDAY, JULY 1st 
KRAINE THEATRE @ 85 E. 4th St/ NYC
Doors 7pm/ Show begins at 7:30pm
PURCHASE TICKETS HERE
Hosted by Aimee Herman
Come out! Come out! Wherever you are!! Queer & Outside the Box is ready to challenge your mind, widen your eyes and lighten the mood through fits of laughter. Featuring spoken word poetry by Paul Tran and Pandora Scooter, comedy by Jes Tom, and mind-bending movement and performance art by Faux Pas le Fae and Aurora North.

June 13th…..Queer Art Organics

Celebrate PRIDE month with a very special

QUEER ART ORGANICS

Bring a poem or piece of text by a LGBTQ writer and storm the stage!

Then, listen to the incredible poetry and words of TRAE DURICA

Dixon Place @ 161 Chrystie St / NYC
Show begins promptly at 7:30pm
Featuring: Trae Durica 
This show is FREE!!!   However, please support this great venue and purchase a drink (or two)
TRAE is a Brooklyn based artist, performer and erstwhile chef gone to the dark side of front of house. He has been published by great weather for MEDIA and NYSAI press; has performed at BOOG Fest 2016, Second Saturdays at Cyrus Cafe, Nerve Lantern performance at Medicine Show Theatre; and will be reading on behalf of Queer Art Organics at this year’s Governor’s Island Poetry Festival running July 29th & 30th. Trae will also be performing at Brickhouse on Long Isuneland June 23rd. You can find Trae on instagram: @wirehanded.
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Thank you to Indolent Books for publishing my poem!

Thank you to Michael Broder and the great Indolent Books for publishing my poem:

nasty like janet or the way one feels after a seven day bath resistance but also like that moment when you figure out the perfect way to describe yourself

 

Below is an excerpt. For the whole poem, click HERE

I’m not sure if I’m nasty because my version of femalia is like Lombard Street, all zig-zagged and out-of-breath.

You want me to stuff my Feminist deep inside my pockets, and fix you supper. You want me shaved and simplified. You want me pink. Knees pressed. Porridgy girl.

On the other side of Woman is me. Buzzed tongue and vague.

A faint of genitals and unfinished and easily bothered and trying trying trying NOT to apologize.

Coming Up: A Dada Performance

Three Rooms Press presents The Tenth Annual NYC DADA Poetry and Performance Salon
featuring Maintenant 11: A Journal of Contemporary DADA Writing and Art


Le Poisson Rouge
Monday, June 5th, 7-9:30pm
158 Bleeker St/ NYC
FREE ADMISSION!

With performances and readings by:

Aimee Herman, Jane LeCroy, George Wallace, Jane Ormerod, Joel Allegretti, Puma Perl, Heide Hatry and so many more!!!!

Queer Art Organics!! Featuring Jes Tom and Lisa Haas

Always excited to host Queer Art Organicsfeaturing LGBTQ writers and performers, at Dixon Place (161 Chrystie St/ NYC)  on Tuesday, May 9th. Doors open at 7pm and show begins at 7:30pm in the lounge.

FEATURING:

LISA HAAS is a playwright, comedy writer, and actor. In addition to appearing in “Codependent Lesbian Space Alien Seeks Same” she was a co-screen writer and co-star in Madeleine Olnek’s 2014 feature “The Foxy Merkins”. She has performed in many NYC downtown venues such as the WOW Café, Dixon Place, Joe’s Pub and HERE Arts Center and wrote the stage comedies “Stacked: A Deviant Doctoral Dissertation”, “Rita & Inez: The True Queens of Femininity”, “In Heat: Is She Hot Under Her Collar or Under Her Skirt” and “Crown Hill Cemetery” for which she received a Jerome Foundation Fellowship. Please pay a visit to her website! www.lisa-haas.com.

JES TOM (they/them) is a weird queer stand up comic, gleefully providing the nonbinary queer Asian American radical cyborg perspective that everyone never knew they wanted. Jes has performed at colleges and conferences spanning the frigid American northeast, and in all five boroughs of New York at venues such as Joe’s Pub, Brooklyn Museum, and the Atrium at Lincoln Center.

 

Blocked

previously published by great weather for MEDIA

 

For six years, I have been writing electronic letters to someone I have never met. The entire time we’ve corresponded, I’ve been in Brooklyn; he has been in prison.

Our sentences have swum in many directions, but lately we have both begun to grow introspective. Sometimes he is the gasoline to my words, getting them to move quicker out of me. However, recently I expressed an affliction bubbling in my brain, referred to as writer’s block.

I wrote to him, “Actually, I don’t believe in such a thing. I mean, a writer writes. Right? And yet, here I am contradicting myself. A brick wall against my chest. An accidental overdose of words without even swallowing anything. Focusing too much on meaning and not enough on purpose.”

Blocked.

My fingers press down on letters, creating meaning, and then I erase. The words go away as though they never existed. Maybe this is why I find more ease when writing in my notebook. There is no delete. Everything remains.

We speak about nicknames, my electronic pen pal and I. He shares his with me and I tell him the ones I’ve been called. I write, “I like the idea of a word that has no meaning, which makes NEW meaning from how it defines.”

There are many questions I want to ask my electronic pen pal, which I leave stewing inside me. Some I am just not ready to ask; some may not have an answer.

Another kind of block.

Even while writing this, I pause more times than I care to announce. Staring at these words. Feeling unqualified to be writing them. Contemplating other labels I can quickly stitch to my skin to replace what I thought I was.

I’ve begun to ponder letting go of pressing this word to me: Writer. It is a noun. A person. But it is so much of a verb too. An action. A state of being. Of doing. I talk to my students about STOP signs and all the words, images, thoughts which stand in our way of becoming. My STOP sign has always been red. With curly hair and very thin lips. (Me.)

I thought being inside something would make me feel less blocked. And yet, I wonder if maybe it has led to the cause. This two-syllable label gives me heartburn. I yearn for the days I was less self-conscious. Or I yearn for the days I will be self-confident.

Years ago, I performed a piece where words were written all over my body. Parts of my poems, secrets I’ve hoarded, words I’ve been or still are.

On one of my arms were the words, “what I was and what I am engage in a battle.” There is a tug-of-war with our past and present and I don’t know about you, but I feel this pull every single day. It is the cellular structure of my writer’s block, and yet sometimes the cure.

Thomas Page McBee wrote, “The more you’re exposed to different narratives, and the more you see there’s not one way to be anything, the more you question and interrogate your own way of being in the world.”

Maybe I just need to interrogate myself more. Not be so afraid of my questions and just ask them. To learn about others allows me entrance into learning more about myself. This may not aid my writer’s block, but perhaps it can keep me here just a little longer as I work on figuring out the answers.

Rainbow Book Fair

Come celebrate LGBTQ presses and writers on Saturday, April 29th at THE RAINBOW BOOK FAIR!!!

Located at John Jay College 524 W. 59th St in NYC from 12pm-6pm

I will be with great weather for MEDIA selling poetry books and reading some of my poems sometime between 1-2pm.

Hope to see you there!