Specific events or declarations (external) or particular insights or revelations (internal) are like notes and chords in melodies that are repeatedly heard and experienced but not quite yet identified or recognized for their irresistible and pursuasive social effects- until well after those infectious, catchy tunes- and the musicians who played and exulted in them- have exited the stage and become part of history. What you noticed, again and again, is that you were tapping your foot all the way home, that's all.
He Who Laughs Apps
Guess what recent superbly hilarious performance inspired the little theoretical object you see above?
Gary Sulivan's performance at the Bowery Poetry Club this past Saturday is already legendary- but hopefully will be appearing soon on Penn Sound, as will, I might expect, Marshall Reese's excellently stirring reading.
(for an excellent evocation of the reading and oeuvres of the two readers, by Jack Kimball [click here])
Gary Sullivan dedicated his final work at the BPC on Saturday, a playlet featuring Jim Behrle and Sharon Mesmer, to Stan Apps.
Here, Oracular Vagina [click here] fluffs flarf. Standard Schaefer, author of *Nova* and *Water and Power* weighs in on googlism, via Lucipo.
While the powers that be barter our beings for a few quarts of oil, the least we can do is entertain ourselves with the flarf whirrs.
-a sunny Tuesday in February
Slam poetics is back!
Read the latest round in Stan vs Stan, the flarf whirs:
Standard Schaefer's response with a response from Stan Apps [click here]
Tuesday afternoon- and still sunny!
You're Toast in an Unquiet Grave
Tony Tost [click here]
has been embedded in the flarf whirs for awhirl now.
-sunset and tea time on Tuesday, Feb 7th.
(Warmest January on record in NY)