I am so so pleased to announce my first chapbook of poetry, “Absent Mindr,” is going to be published by VERBALVISUAL as an app for iOS mobile and tablet devices next month! A “ch-app” book if you will. To that end I just made a static page for it on my tumblr, so check it out/tumblr it/hold on to yr hats cos this shit is about to buck like fuck!
(exact date, and release party details to follow!)
Although I physically won’t be in Miami for Art Basel 2013, my voice will be “on view in all public restrooms” as I understand it. This summer artist Tora Lopez recorded me for this project she was developing about storytelling and true love. I’d started a dating blog tumblr zine thing that addressed those very topics, so my friend slash her roommate Cat Glennon suggested that Tora record me.
Re: being in the bathroom, Cat says, “Basically in the bathroom you’re alone, you’re partially naked, at the very least exposed, and you’re touching yourself. Throw in some love stories and all of this floods to the forefront of your mind and maybe reminds you of your own intimacies with other people. I would imagine.”
I am totally cool with that. Here are the deets, check it out if yr there:
Life is Art Foundation + The Museum Of Old And New Art present–
ben, dave, louis, tommy, meghan, roz, lillian, kirsha, marian, paul, daphane, cat, benjamin, julianne, nina, john, clara, lena, alex, tim, maddy, lisa, michael
by Tora Lopez
on view in all public restrooms
Art Basel Miami Beach 2013
Dec 4th, 6 - 9pm
*opening reception (by invitation only)
Dec 5th, 12 - 8pm
Dec 6th, 12 - 8pm
Dec 7th, 12 - 8pm *closing reception 6 - 8pm
* daily intermission at 5pm
I am really stoked and honored to be a part of this bold and heartening art show by R.I.S.E.: Radical Indigenous Survivance & Empowerment, curated by Demian Dine’ Yazhi’ — Unfortunately it’s in Portland, so I can’t physically be there, but I am like there forever always in all other, non-corporeal ways :-)
BURY MY ART AT WOUNDED KNEE:
Blood & Guts in the Art School Industrial Complex (Poster), 2013
Poster measures 11’ x 17”
my poem “I’m All Over the Motherfucking Planet, Looking Good While I’m At It” is on Toe Good poetry this week, along with a pretty funny (if I do say so myself) mp3 of me reading it! Check it out!
So when I was very younger, my dad bought me this book of poetry called “The Summer of Black Widows” by Sherman Alexie, which was a collection that totally altered the course of my life. Afterwards I began to think of myself as a person a part of the world, instead of a person bound by the reservation. And it oriented me towards poetry.
Tonight I got the chance to hang out with my idol, and although I didn’t have a book for him to sign, I grabbed the note on his seat and asked him to autograph that. We talked about life, about my zine, about my plans for the future. He wrote, “for Tommy— the prettiest smartest bird in the flock!”
I dunno I am DEAD and LIVING at the same time
Recorded tonight on this space age one thousand dollar microphone that is shock resistant/sound absorbent and I think lets you hear an aura? Just wanted to save this pic for posterity just in case I’m never again around something so small that is worth so much. Didn’t once touch it cos I have a bit of bull-in-china-shop-ness about me. However! In case you were wondering, I am officially a one-take wonder. Read through 25 things without stopping and everything cracked me up :-)
ps I invented a new vocal exercise tonight that goes BEAT YR MEAT OR MEET YR BEET? BEAT YR MEAT OR MEET YR BEET? BEAT YR MEAT OR MEET YR BEET?
say it five times
Also Justin Frye, you are the best.
Hey friends, this coming Sunday I’ll be featuring alongside Alok Vaid-Menon for a new monthly Queer Open mic at the BGSQD. It was envisioned and assembled by queer latin@ poet Christopher Soto as a space where the community could share poetry and politics. The first half is structured like a traditional open mic— sign up sheet, nerves, anticipation, release— while Alok and I will do our thang in the second half. Christopher will also take over emcee duties for the eve. Come, come!
7pm—Sunday October 27th—83A Hester St. NYC
I’m freezing. I wore short shorts to my reading in Boston and am pretty sure I looked cute onstage, but nobody told me they have the AC set to “morgue” on the Megabus.
Last night I featured for Moonlighting— a queer open mic and reading series in Jamaica Plain. I’ve been reading a lot in the past few weeks— book fairs, book stores, queer round ups— trying to get back into the swing of performing. Here’s the thing: I have the biggest, ugliest, most stankest case of stage fright in America. I get the sweats and the shakes and the shames, big time. Here’s the other thing: exposure therapy. The more I do it, the more i get in front of people and swing my big long arms and shout laugh whatevs, the less daunting it seems. The more relaxed and in control I feel, and (most importantly) the more fun I have. This last reading was in a big open space no mic, no amp, no hiding and I feel really satisfied with how it went. I sold a lot of zines and made people laugh and go “hmmmmm”— which I’m assuming means I made them think.
I have something really big and wonderful planned for December (on Friday Dec 13th— my birthday, to be exact). I am coming out with something fun and scary and unique and unprecedented that I am already extremely proud of and can’t wait to show you. I’m going on a very strict Internet diet probably the rest of this month while I finish editing this grip of poems I’m working on. I’m also going into the studio to record some things and am having regular meetings with developers for this project. Rest assured, it’ll be major and you will love it. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE