#Bite: #Klepto

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Monologging.org is pleased to present this week’s #Bite Twitter Tales!

The following 140 character tweets were written by monologging enthusiasts across the web in response to last week’s prompt, “#Klepto.”

Follow these authors on social media and join the growing community of collaborating writers and artists by submitting your own #Bite tweet.

 

Visit Monologging.org every Sunday morning to find out the latest prompt and submit free throughout the week via SUBMITTABLE.

 

 

 

THE BITES:

#Bite @diranasaurus Jim’s buddy left his cigarettes on the pool table. Jim had quit smoking months ago. He pocketed a loosie anyway.

#Bite @ModernAlice123 I sat back and watched the algae burn/Never in my life have I seen something so green/So shapelessly explosive

#Bite @TheSquibbler Often seen as a female vice, perhaps some are too “nice,” and many males prefer a rush compounded w/risk of violence.

#Bite @TheSquibbler A game of chance and take, mixed w/surges of adrenaline, unleashed a hidden craving. Leaving an unwanted addiction.

#Bite @TheSquibbler Shame became an understatement when insistent denial was met with HD quality video footage.

#Bite @TheSquibbler We thought it was just a hoarding problem triggered by anxiety, but discovering boxes of security tags said otherwise.

#Bite @JemmaMarieBeggs The shoes whispered to him. A siren’s call. A promise to subdue the beast…for now. “Take Me” they said. So he did.

#Bite @RogerMarket He couldn’t survive w/o an iPhone, a $700 tie, an A5 Kobe Strip Steak. Luckily, he had Winona to teach him—and 5 fingers.

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Katzenjammer

Katzenjammer: “Rockland”

-Album Reviewed by Diana Mumford

Katzenjammer is a German word used in Norway to describe music that is considered uncouth and lowbrow. Katzenjammer, the band, however, produces music that is lively, fun, and bold. The band members Anne Marit Bergheim, Marianne Sveen, Solveig Heilo, and Turid Sørgensen all take turns at writing songs, singing lead, and collectively play a variety of over 20 different instruments.

Katzenjammer combines the brash experimentation from their first album, Le Pop, and the genre diversity from their second album, A Kiss Before You Go, to create Rockland, the third album from the Norwegian quartet.

Rockland encompasses all genres from creeping blues, country, folk songs, and rockabilly vibes. Their first single, Lady Grey, is an upbeat song drawn from band member and former nurse, Marianne Sveen’s experience with her first Alzheimer’s patient. Sveen says she made up stories about her patient, but never learned her patient’s past because the woman had no family to visit. Taking the lead on this song, “I wonder where you’ve been, what you’ve accomplished, what you’ve seen,” Sveen sings. The playful melody, combined with her lilting voice make for a sweet, introspective song that shows a gentler side to the bawdy Katzenjammer crew.

Not all of Katzenjammer’s experimentation is a hit. The band’s first attempt at electronic hip-hop falls flat in, Oh My God. In this number, the haltingly pronounced lyrics and drudging instrumentation distract from the band’s musical talent. A song that mentions a Snuffelupagus and Hello Kitty, however, can’t be completely bad. Katzenjammer’s daring effort is commendable, although Oh My God slows down the pacing in an otherwise solid album.

Rockland is truly a collaborative effort from the Katzenjammer ladies. This album will finally allow Katzenjammer to enter US airwaves and be in the world spotlight. Although Katzenjammer is currently touring in Europe, Rockland‘s projected popularity gives hope for an eventual US tour.

For more information about Katzenjammer, give their album a sample listen and visit their website.

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#FlashTag: Smoke & Spite

#FlashTag: Smoke & Spite

Monologging.org invites you to help create collaborative flash fiction. The following picture-inspired story, featuring Photography by Monologging artist, Brian De Pinto, needs to be completed by Saturday, March 28th. Every day, different authors around the world will be selected to contribute the next line. Find out how to submit your twist to the evolving plot by visiting the #FlashTag Submission Guidelines… Submit Free!

Photo by Brian Depinto

Photo by Brian De Pinto

 

Smoke & Spite

 

 I stormed out of the office. God knows I needed a minute. Lighting up in that wind took two.

My phone rang. My boss. I didn’t pick up. Next, he messaged me. “Get back upstairs,” he warned. “Now, or lose your job.”

I stamped out my half-smoked fag, seeing a dozen different faces in its place. With a hand on the door I paused.

Unconscionable demands. I expected the initial risk, but this? I exhaled all fear & walked into a world of no return.

When the initial panic subsided, I began trying to figure out what I’d say to Pam, how I’d keep her from leaving.

Pam was the anchor, but the weight was on me. I had been sinking all along and she watched. Mutiny had just begun.

jkres14 Everyone watched us breathing deeply. “I’ll meet you halfway,” my boss finally said. “I can’t let you make this mistake.”

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#Bite: #Elope

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Post Photo Courtesy of: http://tjcenter.org/

Monologging.org is pleased to present this week’s #Bite Twitter Tales!

The following 140 character tweets were written by monologging enthusiasts across the web in response to last week’s prompt, “#Elope.”

Follow these authors on social media and join the growing community of collaborating writers and artists by submitting your own #Bite tweet.

 

Visit Monologging.org every Sunday morning to find out the latest prompt and submit free throughout the week via SUBMITTABLE.

 

THE BITES:

#Bite @diranasaurus Ada was all gussied up in purity and lace. Queasiness settled in. She was not a White Dress Girl. Her resolved hardened.

#Bite @TheSquibbler They added a new life event. It received 100s of likes & comments, but no one else seemed to be in the pictures.

#Bite @TheSquibbler Friends & family called it a mistake. But how could a celebration of love be? So, they took the first Greyhound out.

#Bite @jennadio3 Sandy keeps an emergency elope kit in her backpack. Shes used it twice. Clean underwear. Toothbrush. Camera. Condoms. Love.

#Bite @19nik72 Her dad came with a hangman’s rope, We had no choice but to elope. Today he comes full of fun, Today he has a new grandson.

#Bite @heyjamie Dress of her dreams, handsome fiancé, 432 guests, and a choice–a ticket. Stay safe with Todd or be wild Jeff in Barcelona?

#Bite @ModernAlice123 The suitcase which had once worn just-married tags was now puckered ‘n grey/ Her rag-tag dress was now simply the rag

#Bite @RogerMarket Scully done bought the ring & give it to her, & she said yes. I think they DONE IT too! They Daddy’s sick about it.

#Bite @JemmaMarieBeggs A illicit meeting. A stolen kiss. A forbidden touch. A heartfelt promise. A packed bag. A secret escape…We’re free.

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Slant Six

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Slant Six

-Poems Reviewed by Kendra Bartell

 

 

To you,
I bequeath a world
where cupboards stick,
with nothing left
to creak for.

 

So ends the enchanting collection, Slant Six, by poet Erin Belieu. Belieu doesn’t beat around the bush. She immediately implicates the reader, speaking in unclouded English that is clear, idiomatic, and crisp. To some, this may be a sticking point, after all, isn’t this a book of poems? Shouldn’t Belieu dress her meaning in multiple metaphors and archaic diction? Belieu responds to long-winded inclined critics with a resounding “no,” never letting readers forget her purpose: to capture the American experience.

Slant Six is a wild ride through modern American-(ness), confronting our assumptions head on. In the second poem of the collection, titled, Someone Asks, What Makes This Poem American?” Belieu responds bluntly: “I answer by driving around, which seems/to me the most American of activities, up there/with waving the incendiary dandelion of sparklers/or eating potato salad with green specks of relish.” She may be right. Hasn’t she boiled down quintessential American pastimes? At once stereotypical and honest, Belieu is unflinching when dissecting aspects of her persona, especially as part of larger society.

The poet’s honesty adds pressure to each line of her poems, moving readers closer to moments of realization. Profound revelations often occur unexpectedly, as in the poem titled, When at a certain party in NYC: “Wherever you’re from sucks, and wherever you grew up sucks,” Belieu begins in a frustrated tone, but she ends with a rush of emotion and a stroke of beauty: “what you want is/to be on the fastest Conestoga home, where the other/losers live and where the tasteless azaleas are,/as we speak, halfheartedly exploding.” She at once critiques the microcosm of NYC society, unveiling the self-conscious and judgmental voice of a visitor at a party who merely wants to fit in. At the same time, the speaker celebrates the city’s opulence while voicing essential homesickness.

Belieu masterfully captures the mind in the act of thinking, tracking a rapid cognitive journey through interconnected images and the dissociative leaps and bounds we make when contemplating any given subject matter. The best example of the human thought process is Poem of Philosophical and Parental Conundrums Written in an Election Year. Layered clauses punctuated by semicolons, humor, and wisdom, characterize the writing. “I’m thinking/maybe I got it right this time,//maybe I did okay at least; this doesn’t have to/be the thing Jude talks about someday in therapy.//But with kids, you never know,” she extolls as the poem closes. We do never really “know,” but Belieu comforts her readers, leading them through the wanderings of her mind and revealing common troubles with which many will sympathize. Belieu’s hilarious meditation on parenting and politics mirrors how we often try to parse our identities and pass them on to our progeny.

There are moments in the collection where Belieu’s language falters and poems are less successful than others, but by and large these stumbles are few and far between. One example is Time Machine, in which the language gets bogged down with some clunkier phrasing. “Commit Random Acts of Kindness/ is what the bumper sticker says / on the Volvo that cuts me off/in traffic, driven by a woman/who then gives me the finger.” The poem begins with this stilted phrasing, which prevents a nice entry into what could be engaging subject matter.

InSlant Six, Belieu balances everyday language with her breathtaking awareness and attention to detail. Likewise, she employs a deft ear, effectively capturing the exact diction of speech and dialects overheard in public. Readers can easily breeze through these poems as if they were prose, but it’s worth spending a little extra time with each piece. Then you’ll start to notice the tiny but devastating work of the line breaks, the poet’s control of sounds, and the understated awareness of the world within each poem. Leave Slant Six handy when you finish, this wildly entertaining and moving book calls for a second read.

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#FlashTag: Boots

#FlashTag: Boots

Monologging.org invites you to help create collaborative flash fiction. The following picture-inspired story, featuring artwork by Monologging artist, Loreal Prystaj, needs to be completed by Saturday, March 7th. A new line will be added daily by different authors around the world. Find out how to submit your twist to the evolving plot by visiting the #FlashTag Submission Guidelines… Submit Free!

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Boots

He was home. She tidied up. Supper simmered on the stove.

She hoped he wouldn’t ask her what the brownish mixture was, because, quite frankly, even she didn’t know.

Where had the boots come from? What was she doing on the floor? She couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t she remember?

Studying the boots, the shadow of a man began to bloom in her mind. The boots belonged to him. But who was he?

“Molly!” She heard his hoarse voice shouting. “What you cooking? The damned pot is overflowing.”

As the drug wore off it dawned on her exactly who owned those boots. She had to get away. Grabbing the boots she ran!

Boots clutched close, she reached the door. Muffled footfalls advancing. The doorknob — popped off in her hand.

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#Bite: #SoreLoser

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Monologging.org is pleased to present this week’s #Bite Twitter Tales!

The following 140 character tweets were written by monologging enthusiasts across the web in response to last week’s prompt, “#SoreLoser.”

Follow these authors on social media and join the growing community of collaborating writers and artists by submitting your own #Bite tweet.

Visit Monologging.org every Sunday morning to find out the latest prompt and submit free throughout the week via SUBMITTABLE.

 

 

 

THE BITES:

#Bite @TheBetsyBoyd Not you but me, said the boy to the girl. She stopped sleeping. He knocked. Meanwhile she burned his left-behind wallet.

#Bite @jennadio3 We play cards at fancy restaurants. Clinking wine. Slurping soup. Sister doesnt win. Shattered glasses. Soggy soup dresses.

#Bite @TheBetsyBoyd He knew his son scored like he knew his breath at six a.m., like his wife’s hair, so he hit the umpire and kicked his—

#Bite @TheBetsyBoyd “U go!” I shriek online. And meanwhile warm my hands around an internal lamp – iLamp? — and lament my entire life.

#Bite @RogerMarket Water in the gas tank, sugar-salt swap, flaming bags of poo. I don’t get it. What makes you think she didn’t like losing?

#Bite @TheSquibbler Expressions reminiscent of children’s. Miscalculations because of one’s gender. The next round would be brutal.

#Bite @TheSquibbler You can pout. Shout, let everything out, but that won’t change the fact you didn’t win. I won’t play with you again.

#Bite @JemmaMarieBeggs $100 dollar bills floated to the ground amidst a cascade of tiny houses – a carpet of lost wealth. “Monopoly sucks”.

#Bite @ModernAlice123 She bit the tip of his tongue when he dared to put it in. He shrieked, she laughed, and then he tried to do it again.

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Placebo

Placebo

-Theatre Review by Jenna Dioguardi

New York: Melissa James Gibson’s new play, Placebo, now showing at Playwrights Horizons until April 5th, follows the story of Louise (Carrie Coon). She is a grad student in her thirties who is working on the double-blind study of a new female arousal drug. The opening scene introduces Mary (Florencia Lozano), Louise’s patient, who delivers a rambling monologue about her newfound sexual frustration and lost libido. Next, Louise explains how she will implement the study and experimental drug. Given the plays title, audiences expect the play to focus on Mary’s treatment induced escapades. This is certainly an amusing premise, but when Jonathan (William Jackson Harper) – Louise’s long-term boyfriend – is introduced, the show’s trajectory changes entirely.

Jonathan is a doctoral candidate, bumping up against a sturdy wall of distraction in his dissertation on Pliny the Elder. Battling writer’s block, insomnia, and a cigarette addiction, Jonathan remains shut inside his apartment, determined to finish his work. Jonathan’s journey, skillfully portrayed by Harper, quickly steals the show. There is conflict, passion, and intelligence driving his story. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for Louise. She is hardly devoted to her research and hiccups in her relationship with Jonathan regularly consume the narrative.

Consequently, Placebo emerges as a half-baked script hampered by uncertain direction. The title is misleading, and fails to connect to what is – for better or worse – at the heart of the play: Louise and Jonathan’s relationship. The Sloan Foundation, in its partnership with Manhattan Theater Club, commissioned Gibson’s play. The collaborating organizations are committed to developing new plays about math, science, and technology concepts. Under this directive, Placebo’s central theme was required to be one of these three topics. In this case, however, the playwright is less interested in the science aspect of the story than she is in Louise and Jonathan’s fumbling relationship. There is no connection, metaphorical or literal, between what happens in Louise’s life at work and her life at home. The two worlds seem to belong to different stories, which, if considered in greater depth, do have potential to be two separately fascinating plays.

One bright spot: Gibson’s dialogue is clever, offering its fair share of comedic, well-timed zingers. The interactions are very now, the purest example being a scene that takes place in the hospital lounge. Louise and Tom (the quietly charming Alex Hurt) casually converse with each other while conducting more engrossing conversations on their iPhones.

Likewise, in a later scene, Tom remarks, “I like you, Louise, but you’re not a lot of fun.” He’s correct: While a lovely presence on stage, Coon seems a bit subdued in her performance. This flaw, however, does not belong to the actress, but rather to the muddled journey of her character through two disconnected worlds. All four actors give excellent performances – Harper’s being the most compelling – but the confused, divided world of this play distracts from even the finest of performances.

In the final scene, “I wanna look like I know what I’m doing,” Louise pleads to Jonathan. Stressed by their drawn out break up, she has taken apart their apartment amid her heart-broken frenzy to move out. Unfortunately, this finale does not thump on viewer’s hearts. Instead, the scene treads only lightly on an emotional pulse. There is no one to cheer for, and the stakes seem low. Placebo is worth seeing for its scattered sharp moments of cunning dialogue, and relatively well-acted scenes. Otherwise, the play fails to captivate anyone, be it the audience members or the principal characters.

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Slow Drip “Preservation”

Slow Drip Preservation

-Reporting by Eliza Newman

Culver City’s growing artistic community has a new attraction. A lone door and sign with simple lettering mark the entrance to the Kopeikin Gallery. Within the past month, the excitement surrounding an impressive photography exhibit by Blake Little, titled, Preservation, has transformed this gallery from a little-known art space with a single Yelp review, to an international sensation.

After integrating honey into his photographs of a bear-like model in 2012, Little began posting ads for actors on Craigslist and working with modeling agencies to recruit models for the project. All told, Preservation, was two years in the making.

Today, art blogs are buzzing with Little’s photos of models dripping and oozing honey. Hail sweet fortune, this is Pompei without the horror. In Little’s own words, the models “look like they’re preserved in amber.” The grand opening took place on March 7th to the delight of gallery-goers throughout Los Angeles.

Already packed at 8 pm, latecomers had to wait in the first two rooms of the gallery before viewing the main attraction. While the hidden portraiture of Matthew Swart’s “Beth and the Alternatives” may pale in comparison to Little’s seductive photography, the small collection is certainly worth a look. Swart skillfully overlays small portraits of abstracted models with graceful geometric patterns, providing the perfect lead up to the larger exhibit. As people began to trickle out of the gallery, many stopped to purchase the entire book of Preservation photographs, a good sign that the artwork ahead is compelling. Slowly, the crowd moved forward, and the large, life-size photographs with black backgrounds became visible.

The scene inside is worth any wait. Visitors are first confronted with a vision of the Virgin Mary, her face masked by a viscous veil of honey. The figure sits next to a baby, and, oddly, a woman who appears to be either a call girl or perhaps a porn star. This muddling of grit, innocence, and even divinity represents an evocative choice by Little. Each photograph stands alone on account of the unlikely situation the honey has enshrined, establishing juxtapositions simultaneously reminiscent of baptism and erotica.

Soon, the models cease to resemble living people and appear to be sacred artifacts as veils and teardrops of what looks like molten amber drip from their bodies. The caramel-hued liquid covers knees and elbows and breasts indiscriminately, obscuring wrinkles as it pools into the caverns created by bodily curves.

Preservation embarks on a democratizing journey, mingling shapes and ethnicities. Little also depicts all stages of life, from an eighteen-month-old baby to an eighty-five-year-old woman. Their bodies are transformed equally with the honey gloss. This openness to “preserve” such diversity is in part what has attracted audiences from around the world.

Even though most of the photographs are nudes, there is nothing crass about them. On the contrary, the atmosphere is exciting, imaginative and even kid friendly. Part of the allure of this project is Little’s ability to both glorify and obscure the human body. By placing muscular and waifish figures alongside each other, he finds the middle ground, enhancing the collective weight of the project.

Little estimates that nearly 4,500 pounds of honey went into this multi-year project. His work won the American Photography AP29 back in 2012 as well as the second place award in the fine art nude category of the Int’l Photography /Lucie Foundation Awards in 2013.

The internet makes it easy to believe that Preservation’s success occurred overnight, in reality, however, the project took years to complete. Little labored hard to capture, edit, and preserve these images and create photographs that challenge the realism of the photographic form.

Preservation is not simply about a gimmick at play. Rather, the luminous viscosity of the honey helps to encapsulate the preexistent beauty of these photographs, making us question our relation to our flesh and each other.

Visit the exhibition at Kopeikin Gallery in Los Angeles from March 7 to April 18, or buy the book here.

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Post Photos by Eliza Newman

#FlashTag: Tracker

#FlashTag: Tracker

Monologging.org invites you to help create collaborative flash fiction. The following picture-inspired story, featuring artwork by Monologging artist, Ronaldo Aguiar, needs to be completed by Saturday, March 14th. A new line will be added daily by different authors around the world. Find out how to submit your twist to the evolving plot by visiting the #FlashTag Submission Guidelines… Submit Free!

Photo by Ronaldo Aguiar

Photo by Ronaldo Aguiar

 

 

 

 

 

Tracker

 

#FlashTag @monologging @ The concierge snoozed. Agent Clyde rang the bell. “Show me the ledger,” he said.

#FlashTag@ “No, the real book.” Digs this old had two faces: One for the sheep, one for the wolves. Clyde was the bloodhound.

#FlashTag@ Serge, the groggy concierge, jolted upright. “Clyde?” he slurred. “Who let you out of prison?”

#FlashTag@ “Prison, you son of a bitch? Who ever told you I got locked up in the first place?” said Clyde, taking a step back

#FlashTag@ The stall worked. Back alley exit, waiting car, a long head start. Aldo smiled: Too easy. BOOM! Two flats! Clyde!

#FlashTag@JemmaMarieBeggs Flight was out, leaving only… his fingertips caressed the cold barrel of the gun. Unless he told the truth…

#FlashTag@ The truth is relative, but we live in black and white. So I put the mud-pusher down his mush and counted till three.

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