A thousand sultry thank yous to everyone who helped make last night so memorable: Jeff, Bud, Ned, Kailey, Stephen, and Leona for performing your flappy lits; Alibi Jones for your exquisite singing; Pacific Standard for providing the space & sustenance; and of course all you beautiful people who attended. Let’s do this again in the Fall…
photos by Alibi Jones
Jeff Laughlin discusses stock-car racing & metaphysical hangovers while reading “A Night Without Peace at Bowman Gray.”Bud Smith recounts day drinking with his wife while reading “Dust Bunny City.”Ned Thimmayya gives us goosebumps reading “Placenta” from FLAPPERHOUSE #6.Kailey Tedesco gives us a peek inside “Emily Dickinson’s Dorm Room.”Stephen S. Power looks to the future of entertainment in “Who Else Would Make a World Like This.”Dr. M Leona Godin offers a brief history of Braille with “The Awl.”
Thursday, June 25, we return to Brooklyn’s Pacific Standard to celebrate the flight of our Summer 2015 issue with our 3rd reading. It’s gonna flap your face back to the Stone Age, and then to the Jazz Age, before finally dropping you into the Space Age so you can sleep it off at some dingy interplanetary motel.
As 2014 has been careening through its homestretch, our Flappers have been even more prolific than usual, getting their work published across the internet like there won’t be a 2015.
“Meeting” is the pièce de résistance fromJeff Laughlin‘s yet-unpublished poetry collection “Life and Debt.” Also available in our Fall 2014 issue, “Meeting” is a screaming sigh from beneath the hefty weight of love, work, and death.
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I.
IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE, only that I compare it to working.
The action item list reads identical:
–That careening of blood through
the walls of the heart marking the
time you did it right the first try.
That’s enough, just that one on the
list convinces me that nothing is
different, nothing is that moment
more than anything else could be.
II. To clarify the following, too:
I have loved and lost and lived
a million lives. I have lived in
the margins– those college-ruled
maniacs trapped me there from
the start. And I will die there,
with no work grinding my bones
and no laborious thought in my
hawkish mind. I will die without
comfort or love, but not regret.
III. Folly of endeavor, folly of light,
prayers for the uninitiated who
just learned to work. Folly of fall,
folly of man, a layer of ice upon
the next worker who mentions he
is on sick leave. Folly of summer,
folly of synergy, a weigher of soul
and reciprocity delivers the memos.
Folly of function, folly of form, we
are not ideas we speak into the void. Continue reading “Meeting” – Poetry by Jeff Laughlin→
On October 1, 2013, I sent a few emails to some writers I know, asking if they’d be interested in contributing to a lit zine I wanted to launch– one that would combine surrealism, irreverence, darkness, and sensuality. This zine didn’t have a website or even a name at the time. And yet, Jeff Laughlin, Todd Pate, Lauren Seligman, & Cameron Suey all agreed to jump on board and contributetheirfinework to this nameless, shapeless thing that had been frolicking around my brain-cocoon and itching to break free.
Without them, FLAPPERHOUSE would not be a real, throbbing entity one whole year later. I still can’t believe it’s flown as far as it has, and I’m beyond grateful for that. Here’s to a very flappy year, and many many more to come. A million thank yous to Jeff, Todd, Lauren, Cameron, and everyone else who has supported this freaky little critter along the way.
Our Fall 2014 issue is so wonderfully bizarre & freakishly beautiful it’ll make your cheeks quiver & explode. It begins with an Alternate Reality Game, ends with a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure, and in between there’s pink slime, raving gods, naked alligator rides, regurgitated Raymond Carver, a bunch more fiction that’s too bizarre to summarize here, and some phenomenal poetry.
FLAPPERHOUSE #3 is no longer available for sale in digital (PDF) format because it’s NOW AVAILABLE FOR FREE right here!
Jeff Laughlin‘s yet-unpublished poetry collection “Life and Debt” is a sad, sardonic howl of rational insanity from the trenches of 21st Century office drudgery. We were extremely lucky to have two poems from that collection in our Summer 2014 issue: “Lunch,” which we posted online back in July, and “The Workaday World,” which you can read below:
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DON’T LAMENT THE HORIZON’S AFFECTATION, the sun only does its job every day.
Don’t forget the simpleton orators,
their brilliance has so little say.
Don’t dissuade a boss’s gentle import,
even if they have such brittle ways.
Don’t permeate your intelligence,
it will only give your hair some gray.
Don’t forget there’s little to work for,
you’ll never earn your needed play.
Don’t egress unless you’ve something more,
be penniless as you overstay.
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JEFF LAUGHLIN writes about the Bobcats Hornets forCreative Loafing Charlotte & about sports in general forTriad City Beat in Greensboro, NC. His 1st book of poetry, Drinking with British Architects, is riddled with mistakes but available free if you want it. His 2nd book is Alcoholics Are Sick People, and If you ask nicely, he’ll probably give that to you too. Contact Jeff on his seldom-used twitter (@beardsinc) or email him (repetitionisfailure @gmail.com). He likely needs a haircut.