Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via FuckYeahBeatniks)
Declarations of mental illness as a social control.
The family has always been used to control women, either the ones they were born into or the ones they bore in a time before birth control was safe and effective. Sometimes I feel it a huge blessing to be born at a time when the norm of the nuclear family was dissolving. No young woman with eyes could observe the culture around her and hope there was a happily ever after.
I ran away and there was no one to drag me back.
Every day we’re highlighting some awesome stuff up for bidding at The Moth Ball Auction! Today, Edgar Oliver and his amazing, distinctive voice.
Wow your friends, and befuddle telemarketers, with a recorded voicemail message from the man who Ben Brantley inTheNew York Timescalled “a spell-casting raconteur who sounds as if he learned to speak in the crypt of a Hammer horror movie.”
Edgar Oliver is one of the most beloved, and recognizable, voices in the New York City theatre scene. His latest one-man show,Helen and Edgar, was critically acclaimed and hisstoriesat The Moth are some of our all-time favorites.
Who needs Carl Kasell when you can have Edgar Oliver!
We kind of want to bid on this ourselves…
Edgar has the best voice in the world.
Edgar does have the greatest voice. I miss having him at Speakeasy Dollhouse.
There’s an American tendency to accuse those who want social services of entitlement. Who are you, the thinking goes, to demand college? To demand food? To think that you should work fewer than 12 hours a day, or not die of untreated illness, or have a dignified old age? The Cooper Union students are getting their share of that. But they make a particularly poor target. They are largely bright working class kids who passed brutal admissions to attend a school whose reason for existing is to educate them for free.
Cooper Union students are the paragons of that most sacred American myth: meritocracy.
RIP Taylor Mead.
He read weekly at the Bowery Poetry Club until that institution closed in 2012.
The first time I met Taylor Mead was when Katelan Foisy asked me to photograph her interview with him at one of those readings. He sat at the bar, drinking Dewars. He said how annoying the press was, but visibly wilted when I took my camera off of him. He wore a blue velvet jacket. As he shifted in his seat, the fabric seemed to glimmer. I thought it was reflections of the Christmas lights on the shiny buttons. It was the dim light bouncing off the backs of tiny roaches, hitchhikers from the rent controlled apartment he’d been in for more than three decades. Taylor was unphased.
He had to leave NYC shortly after this, as his building was sold and taken over. Bowery Poetry Club was supposed to reopen, but it’s something else now. Mars Bar is gone. The Bowery is so whitewashed now, there’s little filth left to make magic of. Who is going to wear a blue velvet coat full of shimmering roaches now?
Foley as nerd warrior of Dr Sketchys.
That doesn’t mean the world is comfortable with how I look. Even though I’m a college professor, who works 12-hour days and eats healthy, even though I have none of the diseases constantly reported in the media as linked to obesity, I’m up against quite a few stereotypes as an overweight blond female artist. I’m constantly fighting strangers’ criticisms that I am lazy and slow-witted, or that I am an overly emotional slob. I suspect that if I confronted these narrow-minded people, my words would have no effect. So, rather than using the attackers’ actions to beat myself up, I just prove them wrong. The camera gave me my voice. (via Pictures of people who mock me - Salon.com)
Mme Rosebud in Dr Sketchys’ Reefer Madness session.
This summer, my wife, Elizabeth Virginia Levesque, is starting a year of travel in search of educational opportunities and art communities starting in Asheville NC where she’ll be studying drawing under a master painter. This is, of course, not a cheap endeavor and in support i’m releasing an affordable art print. All funds will go to Elizabeth to help support her in her year long art adventure.
“Plenilune” featuring Elizabeth Levesque and the fabulous Ninj.
Prints available here $20 + shipping
*Still available :)
Buy this. It’s pretty and your money will be put to brilliant use.
I like to help out the ladies.
Kim Boekbinder showers Stoya with Molly money at #shellgame. Photo by Steve Prue
I was here when this happened. The night was more magical than you can imagine.
Molly’s Shell Game show opens to the public tonight at 7pm at Smart Clothes Gallery, 154 Stanton St, NYC.