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Martha King Prose Prose Pros series Readings Writing

Ver Gangen Bangen Heit a bust as a sound file

Sorry, friends!  The CD of  our SideWalk show on August 2 was a wash.  Technical gremlins, even before I got my fingers on it.  So no MP3 – let alone a YouTube item.

Here’s a snippet. No sound. No pictures. See previous post for names of contributors.  What’s below is up to you and however you hear/see/imagine Elinor Nauen, Mike DeCapite, Francis Levy, and Martha King in concert:

[Elinor] Tabitha pressed her face again the cold skin of the mirror. I wish it would snow, she thought. I love making snow angels. Washing her hands in the sink took all her concentration, soaping each finger. She thought of her fosters taking her to see the water lilies at the Botanical Gardens. She walked between them holding their hands.

[Mike] The lilies floated across their pond of shallow water; each stalk had six petals like long white fingers.

[Elinor] She’d clipped Danielle’s nails, holding the dead girl’s hand in her own, the fingers still warm. But the way they curled reminded her of petals beginning to wilt. The sound the clippers made. Hawkins cupping his hand to catch them.

[Mike & Francis] Come on, Come on, Come On, Come on, and Take It!

[Mike] “Tabitha!” Hawkins barreled down the hall, ripped open the bathroom door, and punched her in the small of her back. In the mirror she could see the toothpaste bubbles spatter, the surprise in her eyes.

In the near distance Shiv could see the splayed legs of the camel and the panting dogs, muzzles smudged with blood and eyes glowing through the heat. They were the first satisfied animals he’d seen in weeks.

[Francis] I wanna see me some vagina before you get in the ring with him.

[Martha] It is Thursday now and I didn’t work at all on this yesterday, but as I was coming to bed around twelve-thirty or one last night, Cathy spoke the following phrases to me:

[Elinor] “Who are you?”

[Mike] “Are you from a book?”

[Francis] “Tomorrow you can meet the owner of the house.”

[Elinor & Mike] “Is someone asleep?”

 

Martha King Prose Prose Pros series Readings

Prose Pros celebrates “Ver Gangen Bangen Heit”

Or “Le cadavre / exquis / boira / le vin / nouveau”

As the opening act of David Kirchenbaum’s marvelous Boog City Poetry and Music Festival this August, Elinor Nauen and I concocted a variant of the rolling or exquisite corpse.  The form comes from the Surrealists of course – a form of disruption, an invitation to party with Master Random.  We asked most of the people who had read in the series we’ve been running for five years to send us a squib: as short as a few words, no longer than a thick paragraph.  (For list addicts, their names are at the bottom.)

The contributions were liberally shuffled and leavened by squibs we appropriated from a group Elinor cheerily named “the perfessers.” (Crazy bunch, from Noam Chomsky to Gerald Burns.)  She and I somehow made a voice play, crammed with changes — in the midst of no little sense of crisis: Johnny Stanton was hit by a Hummer earlier this summer. He (and Elinor) have been beating a path through the wilderness of our non-system health care system since then.  I can happily report he’s amazing and is on a good but long road back.

Thus, on Thursday, August 2, we hit the stage at Side Walk Café on Avenue A: Elinor, Martha, Mike DeCapite, and Francis Levy.I won’t deign to describe it.  I’m hoping to post an MP3 file (it’s about 25 minutes long) as soon as I learn how!  Stay tuned.

There were no photographs.  These are all lifted from earlier events.

For the August event, Elinor (left) wore a shirt that demanded “What part of Uff-Da don’t you understand?”and Martha (right) carried a feather duster
Mike DeCapite proclaimed, “No hats!” and took part in mufti. Photo by David Hooker.
Francis Levy and the beloved late great Philoctetes. For Prose Pros, Francis topped himself with a soft stuffed horned helmet.

Texts were from:  Francis Levy, Stephaine Dickinson, Sanjay Agnihotri, Mischa Merz, Joan Silbur, Sharon Mesmer, Hettie Jones, Susan Sherman, Martha King, Leonore Skenazy, Carmen Firan, Basil King, Pierre Joris, Burt Kimmelman, Mitch Levenberg, Sparrow, Andrei Codrescu, Bob Holman, Tony Towle, Mike DeCapite, Terence Patrick Winch, Diane Simmons, and Winston Herschel, deeply masked, with Donald Smith, Michael Palmer,Edmond Jabes,Gerald Burns, Ford Madox Ford, Donald Phelps, and Noam Chomsky.