by Beach Sloth
art by Shane Jesse Christmass
“There is something that feels positively liberating about Fuck Art, Let’s Dance. Honestly it probably has to do with the dance. A lot of artists work tirelessly and ought to get some serious dancing in to keep their minds fresh, feet nimble. Such things are quite common throughout the universe. Unfortunately art rarely gets the red rug kind of treatment. Plenty of artists live out on the fringes of things hoping for the absolute best for their passion.
Fuck Art, Let’s Dance does exactly that. They understand that good art takes time and time has become a commodity sadly. Issues are released bi-annually and they are something to get completely lost in for they sprawl out into the endless days and nights. Everything within their hallowed Internet pages brims with confidence. Beach Sloth enjoys this kind of DIY focus. Good art finds a way, always…
Subject material for submissions has one rule: there are no fucking rules. Lots of things are more than welcome. This is definitely one of the sweeter types of things, particularly as collections/volumes/etc. tend to go for a unifying theme. Although that approach has benefits it can sort of create a hermetic kind of style where nothing else is allowed to come through. By emphasizing the weird and offbeat, FALD creates a welcoming space even if it is online.”
Read the full post at Beach Sloth’s blog
Read F.A.L.D.’s Submission Guidelines to submit
her name is censored
she runs with the lame deer
rusted joints cause her to shriek
through the bark of her lean-to
her corneas diluted
yellowed with gasoline
with a crude oil vocabulary
and vaginal molars
her hair grows backwards
so she braided dead rats
tail to tail to tail to tail
they call me
cause my drawl
takes minutes to catch
the spirit finds me
when the kids in
the park break their
forties towards the black
and the dust halo
licks me tender
in the mornings
after the kill
Ways To Die
this is a common-wealth
of shared switch-blades
these common-good cuts
a common courtesy for all
of us dying off in lesser known
manners: chemicals, capitalism,
canker sores, cancers of various
bodily police-states, cordless phones,
christmas gifts, christ himself
do do do do do do do do do do
do do do do do do do do do do
Lucille lives in the woods of Oregon. She writes poetry, fiction, and paints her nightmares. Her blog is lucille-berkowitz.tumblr.com.
“Pixie” / “Lazy Lips” / “Ways To Die” were previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance Issue #008
I remember stumbling thru this “tunnel of gloom” after N! launched our traveling bookstore at the 2014 N.Y.C. Poetry Festival. My friend & I walked under the poem, yelling its verses, slurring “why bother” as the consistent joke of the evening.
In our stupor, we didn’t realize we were wandering under a poem, or realize we were yelling Norman B. Colp‘s verses throughout our night. Titled “A Close Shave” or “The Commuter’s Lament,” the poem lays in imprinted-watch over the bustle of the 42nd Street-Port Authority Bus Terminal.
More from the New York Daily News article by Keri Blakinger:
“The poem was installed back in 1991, as part of a temporary art program started in the late 80s.
The MTA’s whole arts program — formerly called Arts for Transit — was founded in 1985, at a time when long-term art installations were logistically difficult.
A number of the stations were scheduled for major renovations, so permanent art installations didn’t make sense in many locations.
Looking for a way to install art more immediately, the MTA started a temporary arts program.
“It was called Creative Stations and we did five or six of those a year,” Bloodworth said.
There was, of course, a selection process and artists would submit an idea and a suggested location and then a selection panel of arts professionals would pick which proposals to use. Each project had a non-profit sponsor — “A Commuter’s Lament” was sponsored by the City University of New York.”
Read the full article at the NYDN
“Bird Lizard Horse“, August Smith
Reviewed by Elizabeth Mobley
“August Smith’s garden isn’t empty as he proclaims in the first poem of the collection. It’s overgrown with sardonic humor, ripe with Voltairean satire, and saturated with contempt at the way things are.
‘Bird Lizard Horse’ wasn’t what I thought it would be, but I loved every word. Do not pick up ‘Bird Lizard Horse’ hoping to find whimsy and pristine nature. Instead, grab a copy because Smith paints a perfectly postmodern picture, aghast with all of the dirty laundry of American consumer culture.”
Read the full review at Blotterature
“Bird Lizard Horse” sold out its print runs, but is now available as a free PDF.
Photo: Shakespeare/WikiCommons CC BY-SA 3.0
Seattle is after a “bridge hermit” to occupy the Fremont Bridge. The gig is part-time, as there’s no running water & the studio space isn’t well heated. There’s also an absence of wi-fi, which may or may not be beneficial, pending on a potential hermit’s digital dependency. O, & the accepted applicant receives a $10,000 stipend.
More at Atlast Obscura in a piece written by Caira Giaimo:
“‘Bridge hermit’ is decidedly a part-time gig, as the space has no running water and isn’t well-heated. (As of 2009, it also had no wi-fi–a lack which, for some productivity-focused poets, may make up for the others.) If you feel like you’ve come to it, applications are due February 16th, and can be found here.
The city is hiring ‘an established writer or poet living within 100 miles of Seattle’ to shack up in the bridge and write for a year, reports the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. Said writer will be given $10,000 and access to studio space in the tower.
The program is coordinated by the city’s Office of Arts & Culture and sponsored by the Department of Transportation, which, the Seattle PI reminds us, ‘is required to put 1 percent of its new construction budget toward public art.’ As the application materials explain, once chosen, the bridge bard will be expected to ‘undertake an in-depth exploration’ of the Fremont, and come out with a piece of writing that ‘represent[s] or illuminate[s] some aspect of the bridge and the bridge’s history, be it real or metaphorical.'”
The application process can be reviewed here. Learn more about this opportunity at Atlast Obscura.