Hey friends and frenemies, it's time for me -- the Authorial Voice --to recommend to you things you should Attend, Read, Think, and See. In other words, we're putting the ARTS in your pARTS. Of the world.
This one's a toughie, because there's lots of stellar stuff happening, and most of it is all in one week. But as modernity teaches us, choice is good, and this will allow you to gain control of your rapidly careening persona and pick a thing and stick to it for once.
- Emily Noelle Lambert's solo art show "Little Deaths" opens Thursday at Priska C. Juschka. Emily's work is unnerving in its use of color. See this example. Then attend the show. I might attend the opening of the show, and the chances are good that you can attend with me if you say "Yes I Will."
- If like me your Friday nights consist usually of mean-spirited internet searches and subsequent palliative blogging, you'd be well off to hit up Earshot on November 6th. (What I mean by that is "you gotta get out more.") Featured reader Johannes Göransson is Swedish, and though that's a rival country to my own, I believe his work (and the work he puts out as co-editor of Action Books with Joyelle McSweeney, is some of the most exciting stuff coming out currently. The other featured reader is Janaca Stucky, and the three MFAs are Kimberly King Parsons, Kit Kalnay, and (defying the K theme) Helen Rubenstein.
- On Saturday, November 7th, you could go to some of the outer boroughs' finest reading series. First, CROWD presents Corina Copp, Matvei Yankelevich, and Jonathan Thirkield from 7-9PM at Cafe Orwell in Bushwick. Bushwick isn't far from Ridgewood, Queens, which is where you'll need to go afterward, in order to attend Poetry Time at Space Space. Let the loud website speak for itself and just attend. (PS: Ridgewood is really easy to get to. Don't let "Queens" fool you. Save that shit for Vegas.) Readers include Jibade-Kahlil Huffman, Ariana Reines, and Eugene Ostashevsky.
- Wednesday, November 11th, go to McNally Jackson for 4-Way Books' fall launch party. This event will feature Tom Healy, Sandy Tseng, and Meg Kearney, and Carolyn Forche will also be reading the work of Daniel Simko, a poet Four Way published posthumously. Also, cake and wine. If you're like me you appreciate the generosity of a statement like "cake and wine."
- Bushwick Reading Series will happen on November 14th. The readers include Steven Karl, Jen Bartman, Eve Bates, and Martin Rock. More promo to follow, no doubt -- like the state of Hawai'i, I love spam. But that shit is from 3 to 5, and I'm the curator so you're well off to attend this event.
- Hartzveytik: A Heartbreak Survival Society Social, on November 14th, at Southpaw in Brooklyn. Featuring Soft Power w/Mary Timony as well as the Shondes, who are this fantastic fusion of grunge, riot grrl, and classical elements. The band features dark quivery vocals and (my favorite thing ever) the violin over seriously rocking riffs. If you have been missing confrontation in your life, please check them out. There's an official video for "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" here, and a somewhat poor-audio version of their unbelievably awesome song "Miami" here.
- Aliens in the Prime of their Lives by Brad Watson. This collection of short stories (and the title novella) is awesome, and you should read it when it comes out in March. I happened upon a copy (and by "happened upon" I mean "found in our living room after Garrett brought it home and seized it immediately to read it"). I just finished it yesterday. The people in these stories tend toward a distance from others, but grapple with the implications of that distance and what it means to be human. In one memorable story, a man pretends his wife has died, when in reality, she has left him to join a commune of artists and leather-wearing bikers. He tells people she has passed away because he can't bear the idea that she has changed into something he doesn't recognize and is unable to love. This book contains gypsies, spooky children, extraterrestrials, dismembered body parts, corpses, and alcoholics, and none seem out of place.
- The Doll Games by Shelley and Pamela Jackson. A chronicle of what girls and dolls do together,written in clinical detail, hilarious and dark.
- (At least I've been thinking about this.) About how fast some people have given up and begun to repeal their optimisms about this administration. I don't know who's at fault here (although I am tending to blame sensationalism and the capitalist notion of "trends"), but I think that there's something wrong with us turning hope into depression and skepticism after only one year of O in office. We went from this -- a bunch of writers and thinkers writing exalting verse to our savior-in chief -- to this -- a word cloud expressing strong emotions but primarily reflecting just uncertainty and doubt. Where is the perseverance, the national teeth-gritting pushiness that saw us as a society through worse depressions? Where is the belief that it might take a little time, but we elected a leader that can, indeed, do it? I am not saying take back your expressions of frustration that it's not happening fast enough. I'm just saying don't abandon ship. We should be more determined than ever.
- "Meat out of the Eater," the text/audio portion of an installation at the &NOW conference in Buffalo last month. I attended the conference, and saw the installation, which was truly hilarious and unsettling. The words are by Lara Glenum, video and sound by Josef Horáček, and the digital media and sculpture by Jordan Dalton and Kate Brown. Play this thing with your speakers turned way up, in a big creepy echo-room. Prepare to feel like you're surrounded by people playing old school videogames in a room covered in Styrofoam, glitter, and offal. (Thx. to A for the original link.)
- The abundance of Frida Kahlo costumes on the internet. I saw some of my friends had gone as Frida this year, and I thought "what a great idea," and when I googled it I realized that it was delightful to see a lot of Fridas and that Frida would herself probably have been delighted by this. (I myself dressed as Agent Dana Scully this year. 'Cause the whole of Williamsburg is an X-File.