All the Trouble You Need excerpt from the novel by Jervey Tervalon
“A new suit? Who’s this white girl tat has you so sprung?” Ned asked Jordan, as Jordan admired himself in the bathroom mirror.
“I told you she’s just a friend.”
“Man, man, man. You got women out the woodwork. Poor little Sophia’s calling every day and that other chick, Freak Mama Mary calls looking for you and all you do is act moony and mope over this new chick.”
“Sophia knows I’m busy working on my thesis.”
“Yeah, you busy. Had the car washed, your hair styled, a new used suit, flowers… please, you busy in love.”
“Ned, as usual you don’t know what’s happening.”
“All right, then you don’t mind if I ask Sophia out?” Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Jervey Tervalon”
Yesterday, I was feeling pretty low. I don’t think it had anything to do with the rain, though a little sunshine might have motivated me to exercise more, possibly stay off some of those nasty brain chemicals. You know how it is.
I will say that there is nothing stupider in the world than automated sprinklers in the rain. And yet that’s how many of us seem to be running our lives, slaves to routine. Maybe we should all record ourselves and listen to the tapes.
Jazz: I’ll start by saying that you have enough good ideas in your book No More Prisons for 5 books, any one of which could be the most important way for someone who cares to begin the 21st century. How is it that you were able to transform yourself from a hip-hop grafiti writer to a saavy political activist? Or maybe there was no big transformation?
Upski: It’s funny, I was just thinking that I didn’t put ENOUGH good ideas in there and that what I really need to do is a book that’s all creative solutions. Like 100 creative solutions or something like that. Of course the title would have to be better. But I don’t know if people who read my shit now would read that. Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ William Upski Wimsatt”
I recently finished reading William Vollmann’s Poor People. I think its an important book. Vollmann simply asked people in countries around the world whether or not they thought they were poor, and why. Some really poor people didn’t think they were poor because they could look down the docks and see someone worse off. Everyone he talked to was poorer than me.
Jimmy Jazz: Could you describe your painting Dwarf Toss as if we were doing a radio interview?
Beth Love: Oh, I can’t describe paintings because paintings are something you paint, you know, it’s something that I just don’t do. I carry around pictures of my work so that when people ask me what I do I can show them. Cause if I tell them I’m a painter, they’re gonna ask do I paint houses or pictures? Well what kind of pictures? Then what do you say? I’m not easily categorized, I’m self taught. If I wanted to describe the paintings I’d have to get into categories and I don’t fit in to any.
Back in the 1970s, the college campus near my house built the little chapel for quiet prayer and contemplation. It didn’t have lighting at first; the campus added that in the 1980s – small lights just beneath each pew showed where to kneel. You could rock back on your heels a bit and use the light to see the pages of your bible or your book of reflection.
The chapel is carpeted throughout, just enough space for seven kneelers – strange, swooping angles – a modern meditation hall with dark chunks of stained glass showing a disciple receiving illumination from above as he gazes skyward, supplicant. It isn’t meant for gathering, just somewhere to stop on your way to class, perhaps, or after some heavy discussion in the dorm room when you need to clear your head in peace. Upon entering, a small pathway leads to the front alter. Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Kimberly Dark”
Life cannot adequately be imagined as a puzzle; even though, sometimes when people die they leave a hole in the world, and you can see how only they can fill it. But that’s not enough to explain why some people or puzzle-pieces are essential for subsequent pieces even to exist. I may not believe in hereos, but there must be such a thing as heroic acts. I don’t want to imply any imperative kowtowing to the ancestors. In fact it might be beneficial for us to procede without knowledge of our forebearers. Sometimes they get in the way of the new. I’m not going to be talking about influence here, or even provocation so much as trailblazing. I don’t even mean to suggest that those walking on the trail must recognize who blazed it, though for me it remains a fascination. I walked up to my local pub last night to check out my friend Belinda Rachman who was reading-out a short story with the group called So Say We All (A monthly reading series with a theme: this month ‘talk dirty.’)