Dan Hedges has been teaching English in private and public schools for the past ten years.
He is the editor of HUMANIMALZ Literary Journal. His poetry is published in over one hundred
online and print journals. He has been nominated for awards, including the Pushcart Prize.
His poetry embraces the topics of synchronicity, singularity, animal spirits, perennial philosophy,
lucid dreaming, shamanic journeying, bio-energetics, transpersonal psychology, mysticism, the
so-called avant garde, and field-guide aesthetics.
Legend Tripping at Masters & Pelavin Reception April 18, 2013; 6-9PM Masters & Pelavin invites you to join us for a group exhibition with works by Karl Klingbiel, Timothy Paul Myers, Cecilia Vissers, Peter Buechler, Steven Katzman, Norman Mooney, Vincent Valdez, Jeremy Harris, Tara Fracalossi, Jon Rappleye, Julia Randall, Ruth Hardinger, RAE, Cooper Holoweski and Charles Wilkin.
Smashed at Here (Arts Center): Apr 4-6 @ 7pm
Opera on Tap premieres SMASHED: The Carrie Nation Story, an absurd opera about drinking booze (and the people who don’t drink booze). VILLA DELIRIUM @Barbes: April 26th “Disturbed Songs for Disturbed Times” Villa Delirium combines eerie traditional folk songs of Germany, Ireland and the Balkans with murder ballads of the American South and heir own startling compositions. With Tine Kindermann – Voice, saw and violin; John Kruth – Voice, guitar, mandolin, banjo and flutes; Kenny Margolis – Accordion and keyboards; Steve Bear – Pots, pans and boxes and Doug Wieselman – clarinets and bass harmonica.
Hans Benda Something on Water: April 18 – May 25, 2013 Miyako Yoshinaga is pleased to announce Something on Water, the fourth solo exhibition of figurative oil paintings by German artist Hans Benda, on view from April18 through May 25, 2013. A reception will be held on Thursday, April 18 from 6 to 8 p.m.
Uncharted Waters: Friday April 12th Uncharted Waters: REVERSE 2013 is the inaugural exhibition of work by members of the REVERSE Artist Community, a select group of artists who feature regularly in its exhibitions and programming. Participating artists include: CHi KA, Melissa F. Clarke, Serra Victoria Bothwell Fels, Brandon Friend & Jason Douglas Griffin, Daria Irincheeva and Aleksey Yudzon
The adventures of alvin sputnik: Deep sea Explorer The Adventures of Alvin Sputnik: Deep Sea Explorer has been on a remarkable journey, touring worldwide and consistently attracting sold-out crowds, rave reviews and prestigious awards. The “ingenious” (The Guardian UK) one-man micro-epic puppet show melds technology and multimedia into a touching story of enduring love and the end of the world.
HEREart exhibit: A Marriage: 1 (Suburbia): April 23-May 4
Step into a double self-portrait steeped with the iconography of the American Dream in Nick Vaughan and Jake Margolin’s panorama of visual and performative art, A Marriage: 1 (Suburbia).
A Steady Progress of Nothingness / Basim MagdyatNewman Popiashvili
Newman Popiashvili gallery is pleased to present A Steady Progress of Nothingness, the third solo exhibition at the gallery by Egyptian artist Basim Magdy. The artist will present a film, a slide projection and paintings. Magdy’s titles for his works and exhibitions always play on the idea of human achievement through the ages, but hints at the ultimate failure that occurs with each generation. Highlighting this idea in My Father Looks For An Honest City, 2010, Magdy asked his own father to reenact Diogenes of Sinope’s philosophical statement of carrying a lamp in daytime. Diogenes, who was one of the founders of the philosophy of cynicism, was most known by his repeated act of carrying a lamp in daylight supposedly “looking for an honest man.”
OLD-FASHIONED PROSTITUTES (A TRUE ROMANCE) @ The Public Theater April 30-June 2, 2013 Snapshots from an enigmatic fairy-tale in which Suzie, the elusive coquette, brings Samuel to his knees – from where he worships a life he only half understands. OLD-FASHIONED PROSTITUTES (A TRUE ROMANCE) is an expressionistic chamber-play that twists emotional heartache into a landscape of continual mental invention, marking the return to theater of a celebrated artist whom TheNew York Times has dubbed “the Godfather of the American avant-garde.” Presented in association with Ontological-Hysteric Theater.
PEN World Voices: An Evening with McSweeney’s @Joe’s Pub Join us for a celebration of the art of translation. McSweeney’s contributors will read excerpts from their translations in McSweeney’s Issue 42 –an ambitious experiment which took twelve stories through six phases of translation of a variety of languages, granting each translator a liberal creative license to change the story at will.
Red enameled alligator encases three
cloth sacks of unified survival. Beneath zipper
#1 waits five nickels, bottle of glittered nail
polish, miniature journal, handful of pens, only
one still wearing cap. Skip #2, it is stuck
shut and whatever is in there has been labeled
unnecessary and forgotten. #3 never closes,
most-used, most-important, must remain
accessible, always. Checkbook teeters
against tightly-capped Crazy
Glue, shades sunglasses from potential scuffs
from engraved silver cardholder, coupon folder, ring
of 37 keys, only 3 having known locks or ignitions
to turn. Ringing requires perimeter check. Pockets
bulge, aspirin and birth control semi-hidden
in tightly-snapped front pocket, portable
hard drive and note cards on Roman Architecture
threaten to spill out of left side pouch. Right
must be the never-ending musical bleeping,
incessant blipping of latest high-tech, supposedly
miniaturized, iPhone, trying to pass itself
off as both computer and lifeline when it is really
more crutch and anvil. Last stop, strap with photo
keyring dangling attachment. Favorite snapshot
of herself smiling at the world, makes everyone wonder
who or what was making her laugh that hard.
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She has is the editor for six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press . Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.
As you may have noticed, we’ve been a little absent during your recent Weeks and Weekends. For a variety of very succulent reason we have decided to start condensing listings into a monthly version. Why you may ask? Aside from the volunteer nature of the magazine and the busy nature of our volunteers, we feel less is more and also want to give eventers the opportunity to get longer term exposure on the blog. Likewise, we’re looking forward to covering more events throughout the month. Anyhow, we hope you enjoy! Below are some FAQ’s. Anything you don’t see here that you have questions about please don’t hesitate to to contact us at the22magazine (at) gmail (dot) com
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Lord, forgive all my foxiness. Remember us humans, us cruising
to nightclubs and not braking to dead stop, us stepping—
no hand rail—in black pumps and boot-cuts up to the slut box
then forgetting to dance. Us keeping secrets. Our leaving no tip.
Sometimes in a good fuck I speak carpentry—spackle and jack tape, Jesus rib, caulk. I awoke this morning naked as a jay bird. Buzzed,
wearing glasses, I held on to no one but my body pillow, Sacagawea,
keeping her warm. Almost a godsend, God, almost.
I confess I want guidance. Guide me to the country of Charity,
that hard-knuckled woman, her deep ankle boots. Can she have red
hair or is black a must? I imagine her hips as I often do hips—chisels
and axes that hack at a crowd thralled to some DJ.
This woman shapes through body’s rhythm her own thrumming
god. Fox beast, incisors, torso warped thing. Its own twisted shape a way
of confessing. To choke without a throat, slowly, on praise.
From what is this thing we have gnawed happiness? How
has it tasted all of our lives? God of Smudged Chins. God of
Half-Virgins. We wedge fingernails into the gaps between backboard screws
and corner beams. With a wonderful quickness we know bed as world.
God, what I’m saying is that I suspect heaven
was planned with a right hand drawing blueprints on napkins,
the left hand still-buried in some idle fur.
Forgive me but nightclubs are like your mouth, like my bedroom
with its ceiling too low. The off-kilter whir of fan blades replace
any belief in collar-starch morals. Forgive the room’s stucco.
Forgive the drunk nothings this tile floor revibes. No,
nothing’s wrong with yesterday’s meats. Sometimes, though, I am
little more than gaps found between words—good and then morning. A click-click that lingers. I cannot tell if its high heels or teeth.
If I am flea, Lord, and not a fox, I insist one thing: you must bite, hard.
David Antonio Moody writes out of Tallahassee where he pursues a PhD in poetics at FSU. Former poetry editor for SawPalm and Juked, David is production editor of Cortland Review and Southeast Review. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Sweet, Eleven Eleven and Spillway.
Well folks, it’s nearly that time. How do we know? Our inboxes are full, our eyes are strained, and our tentacles are a quiver with pure excitement for what is shaping up to be one of the most amazing volumes yet. As for you, oh dearly talented creative procrastinator, we still cannot wait to see what wonders you shall send us but please keep in mind there are merely ten days left to submit your work! As always submission is 100% free and we are thrilled to meet new amazing people who will always be considered for both the print volume and the blog. Thank you to the wizards of scissors, the mind melting soundscapers, and the scribes of clipped reason who have already sent work and thank you for keeping this project chugging along with your amazing talent. Now go submit!!