A billion bouquets of flowery gratitude to everyone who helped make last night’s reading such a glorious gathering: Katie, Laura, Abigail, Gregory, and Gabriela for performing your flappy lits; Alibi Jones for your scintillating singing & photography; Pacific Standard for the ever-gracious hospitality; and all you gorgeous people who came to witness it all…
we’ll see you again sometime in May, perhaps?…
[photos by Alibi Jones]
Katie Longofono shares some of her infectious “Virus” poems
Laura Podolnick Dukhon reads her hilariously hellish story “The Underworld is a Multiverse and All Your Lovers Are Invited”
Abigail Welhouse performs some of her Greatest Hits from Bad Baby
Join us as we get freaking magical and celebrate the flight of our Spring 2018 issue with our 21st reading! Wednesday, April 4, 2018, 7-9 PM at Brooklyn’s Pacific Standard (82 Fourth Ave).
Old Woman with Masks (Theatre of Masks) – James Ensor, 1889
We love our masks here at FLAPPERHOUSE, so of course we fell hard for “Nine Masks,” a sequence of mythical, mystical poems that Gregory Crosby contributed to our Spring 2017 issue.
{ X }
{ Mask of Born-to-be-head-of-the-world }
WHEN YOU PULL THE LIGHT ASIDE, THE DARKNESS shines through, sable & smoky, a river
at midnight. A baby in bulrushes
doesn’t cry but makes a sound not “just like”
rushing water, but is rushing water:
a sweet gurgle of time, a waterfall
of eternity. History is the
barrel & we are all in it except
you, child. You are watching from the shore,
staring down into the mist you adore,
the one place where you can’t see anything,
the one place you’re free to forget your face,
imperious & blank. Out on the banks,
the daughters of Pharaoh stare into space.
{ Mask of a Supernatural Being }
THERE IS NO REASON WHY I SHOULD NOT BE, but reason precludes me. I am proximate
without being near. I am forever
unclear in my perfect clarity.
I am great & terrible & worthless.
Anyone can wear me out, anywhere.
I dream your haunts more than I haunt your dreams.
I am the false face made real by the seam.
So why do you believe me when I tell
the tall tale of the heart’s desire?
Why do you believe me when I tell
the beginning of the beginning of
the beginning, without end? Why do you
cover your eyes with eyes as empty as mine? Continue reading “Nine Masks” – Poetry by Gregory Crosby→
An ocean of thank-yous to everyone who helped make last night’s reading more fun than a mosh pit at an anarchist pep rally: Gregory, Lisa Marie, Michael, Anne, Kurt, Adam, and Abigail for performing your flappy lits; Alibi for your scintillating singing and photography; Pacific Standard for your infinitely warm hospitality; and all you hip & gorgeous people who came out to watch. Let’s do this again sometime in late May, maybe?
(photos by Alibi Jones)
Gregory Crosby, author of FH13’s “Nine Masks,” reads his alluring & mysterious poetry
Lisa Marie Basile spellbinds the audience with her evocative poetry
Michael Díaz Feito reads “The Rats Are Ready,” one of his three poems in our new issue
We’re gonna project our souls lightspeed into the future as we celebrate the flight of our 13th issue with our 14th reading! Wednesday night, March 22, 7-9 PM at the always-hospitable Pacific Standard, 82 Fourth Avenue in Brooklyn.
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