Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, a, art, artist, artists, arts, biblical, brooklyn, david, Epic, magazine, mastication, Moody, new, night, ny, nyc, on, one, poetry, stand, writing
By David Moody
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.
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, flordia, freshwater, mabrouk, magazine, nadra, poem, poetry, the, writing
by Nadra Mabrouk
You wanted to use a caterpillar as fish bait.
The soft fuzz of its pinky-long body
squirmed as though in slow motion
and you, not able to cut into its mouth, shivering,
threw it back in the grass.
And I thought we could take this bike anywhere -
Instead, we stop,
lay it on the ground near my chalky ankles.
a half naked woman’s shoulders near us, tanner than us — she is a bear:
waiting for the small gloves of fish
to tug, then grabbing them off the hook with large fingers
and swollen palms
as though her growth depended on them.
And what does our growth depend upon?
Exoskeleton? Thin needles inside fish?
The sturdiness of understanding the variations of the skeletal system?
I turn to prickling hairs on your thin-skinned elbow
and rub my cheek against your ribs.
You place your fingers on the sinking earth of my face
as though tracing hunger on the cheekbone
as the woman limps away.
She leaves with a basket of fresh bodies.
Something to slice open, squeeze lemon on,
cradle in your mouth and feel whole.
In a thought made of silk,
I am cutting softened peaches into puddles of vanilla,
a dessert, after salting the center of a cut salmon:
pink tongues on a refrigerated platter.
After we eat – a marinated silence
and hands, smelling of the river,
something swift to salvage us.
You fill your hands with the grainy metal of the handlebars
and walk ahead of me,
footsteps slow and dry in the heat.
Filed under: ART | Tags: 22, Brazil, brooklyn, drawing, eduardo, fonseca, magazine, new, painting, portugal, the, writing, york
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, bigelow, brooklyn, does, it, magazine, new, ny, nyc, poetry, shanita, what, writing, york
it tends/needs to be.
There are numbers and signs and bedposts and other treasures left for streetwear.
and knuckle, pancreas and gallbladder, your eye. It is not what it does,
the sacred. In your palm a repository for yes.
Shanita Bigelow, originally from North Carolina, currently resides in Chicago where she works and writes. She has work published or forthcoming in the DAP Journal, NAP and African American Review.
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, back, brooklyn, door, erica, france, french, manolith, new, ny, nyc, poems, poetry, the, writing, york
By Erica Manolith.
I don’t understand,
The sick look by the back door,
porch screen, flapping in the wind.
You don’t seem to notice the human,
of the humans around you.
Perhaps this makes you vomit?
Where are your skills?
Where is your voice?
It’s a vapor,
it’s a screen in the wind,
it has nothing to say,
and from nothing,
there is born,
Erica Manolith is a writer living in Northwestern Pennsylvania. She is currently finishing her degree in France, and is home for the summer writing poetry for sport.
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, a, art, artist, artists, arts, baton, brooklyn, desert, Jane, macavay, magazine, new, ny, nyc, orleans, poem, poet, rouge, writing
by Jane Macavay
If this were the desert,
a separate sea,
what then of that drum we left sitting on the bench that day in Tyman park?
Do you think it decayed?
then the bells?
Did anyone try to save it?
Left over: a feather, slick and a little greasy,
rested on the edge of that sad instrument,
trembling in a hasty breeze.
Jane Macavay is an musician and writer born in Baton Rouge. She now lives in New Orleans with her sister and three parrot’s. She has been published in various small reviews and magazine’s and her forthcoming book of poetry “If it’s not for Breaking, Is it for Smashing?” comes out in the Summer of 2013.
Filed under: The 22, VOLUME THREE | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, deadline, extension, for, magazine, new, ny, nyc, only, submissions, surreal, the, writing, york
A little update on Volume 3 of The 22 Magazine, we are currently still in the process on deciding on contributors for Volume 3/III/Three. As always the decision has proven to be twice as hard as more and more talented folk submit. That being said, we are still looking for the perfect pieces of written word (particularly fiction or nonfiction pieces) to accompany most of this beautiful art and music. We will be extending the deadline for writing submissions only to June 12th. Included below is a list of “inspiration” or ideas about what we are looking for in a story. Good luck and thank you for all the amazing submissions so far. Truly an honor to review them all!
Arctic or “Hidden” worlds
Filed under: PHOTOGRAPHY, RULE OF THREE | Tags: 1, 22, art, artist, artists, arts, Bennett, brooklyn, Eleanor, Leonne, magazine, new, ny, nyc, of, performance, rule, sound, surreal, the, three, UK, writing, york
In celebration of the impending Vol. 3/III/Three, we’re launching our first chapbook edition this month! The Rule of Three is a new section where we post three photos or artwork and ask writers to write a short work responding to or narrating the images, or musicians or sound artists to respond with music to accompany the images and words (performance work is also welcome.) Chosen submissions will be posted on the 22 blog and considered for a future small book documenting each session. Only three participants, one writer, one musician and the original artist will be asked to participate in the printed book. We ask that written submissions are kept to around 1000 words and music submissions kept to under 15 minutes.
RULE OF THREE #1:
The first participant for the project is Eleanor Leonne Bennett. Eleanor is a 16 year old internationally award winning photographer and artist who has won first places with National Geographic,The World Photography Organisation, Nature’s Best Photography. Her photography has been published in the Telegraph, The Guardian, BBC News Website, and on the cover of books and magazines in the United states and Canada. Her art is globally exhibited , having shown work in London, Paris, Indonesia, Los Angeles,Florida, Washington, Scotland,Wales, Ireland,Canada,Spain,Germany, Japan, Australia, and The Environmental Photographer of the year Exhibition (2011) amongst many other locations. She was also the only person from the UK to have her work displayed in the National Geographic and Airbus run “See The Bigger Picture” global exhibition tour with the United Nations International Year Of Biodiversity 2010.
TO SUBMIT: Email your submission to the22ruleofthree (at) gmail (dot) com
or to the22magazine (at) gmail (dot) com with the subject line “RULE OF THREE #1)
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, fowler, johannes, magazine, new, ny, nyc, poetry, steven, writing, york
I came home & opened the bay windows
that appeared over our garden
the grass was cut
the treefruit bulbed
but a wounded horse was left behind and abandoned
please come and fetch it now
lest you forget to do so
and I am left
to clean up its mess
Sophia is pregnant
and my other son is using a new razor
he is ready to ‘take care’
of your horse
STEVEN JOHANNES FOWLER (1983) is the author of four collections Red Museum (Knives forks & spoons press), Fights (Veer books), the Lamb Pit (Eggbox publishing) and Minimum Security Prison Dentistry (AAA press). He is the poetry editor of Lyrikline in the UK and 3am magazine. He is a full time employee of the British Museum.
Filed under: THE WEEK/THE WEEKEND | Tags: 1, 12, 1916, 1960 Guernica, 2012, 2012 Workshop, 22, a, and, archive, Armstrong, Arnold, art, Art Radical, artist, artists, arts, as, baby, Band The, bang, be, Boss, brent, brooklyn, by, cage, cheap, chris, city, Comedy, computer, Contemporary, Copperhead, culture, curated, day, Day Queers, DELIGHTS Object, dr, Drew, duo, e, Education, every, experimental, festival, fireside, Follies Optipus, for, Fritz, from, ghost, hard, history, How, Hut, III ITINERANT, illustration, Imitation Bryan, in, inch, Insides, interesting, Jacobs, jason, jazz, john, KAHN, Kembra, Kraus, Laboratory panoramasfoldslosthorizons Ladies, Lessons New, LIBERTY, living, Localism, Loughlin The, louis, machine, magazine, magic, Maillard, Man Flash, medicine., Mexicali, modern, MODERNITY, montreal, music, new, Nips GIVERNY, Nuevo’s, ny, nyc, of, old, on, Orchestra Baby, Orders MICHAEL, out, OWS, performance, Pfahler Beyond, popular, Project Same, Pueblo, recent, Revival, RHETORIC, rich, Right, rose, Salon of, SAPPOL, Satie, scientific, SEMINAR, share, show, SODA, solo, space, Space Ken, surreal, Synchroneity EARTHLY, the, times, to, together, tour, train, Tribute Nari, V, very, Video, visual, w, ward, week, WHAM, with, works, Works Load, writing, X NewOp, york, Zanisnik
Drew Maillard Solo Show: “Living In Interesting Times”
MF Gallery, fine purveyors of the eccentric and bizarre, are proud to present the collected works of one of their own. “Living In Interesting Times” is an exhibition of the drawings, paintings, prints and sculptures of Drew Maillard. There is an ancient Chinese curse that goes “May you live in interesting times.” Drew Maillard was born and raised in America in the last quarter of the 20th century… A fascinating era to be sure. He is a product of his environment. Nature and nurture; habitat and conditioning combined. Drew’s adolescence was divided between comic books, horror and sci-fi films, and fantasizing about girls he didn’t talk to. Also there was Punk Rock and L.S.D.. After spending some time in the army and leaving his hometown in upstate NY, he received his Bachelor Of Fine Arts degree from SVA in 2000. His life experiences and travel, as well as an interest in scuba diving and ju-jitzu is what informs Drew’s crazy crazy artwork.
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, art, brooklyn, cafeteria, chicago, frederick, illinois, magazine, music, new, ny, nyc, pollack, state, street, the, writing, york
by Frederick Pollack
Salisbury steak with a thick
vinegary gravy, stringbeans with the sodium
of preservatives still on them, jello –
could it be jello? – for dessert,
or apple pie I was supposed to like
but never liked, attempting
to cover every part of it
with ice cream. Meanwhile
talking – I remember talking, not
listening (to anything), or silences
(though they must have existed),
or even how Mother looked.
And one decoration, fading orange-red
on a grey wall, three medieval jongleurs
in motley, one with a lute,
their smiles wrong, their dance improbable.
I still don’t understand
why divorce required
the privacy of a honeymoon, sending me
to the apartment of an aunt
on the South Side or one
on Morse – other places
where the Thirties endured the Fifties.
(I’m sorry if, over time, that’s become
obscure.) Was it to give him
the wherewithal, the “space”
(as people said later) to begin,
as he did once, to choke her?
Other times she accompanied
me overnight to these outposts,
whispering in kitchens
while I watched Victory at Sea.
She wouldn’t have written this
but, could she see it,
she would question the tight-lipped style.
I would explain that it augments, rather than deadens,
the emotion and focuses
the reader. And she would say,
You’re protecting yourself. As on his deathbed, Father –
handing me an envelope
containing, essentially, money – managed
to gasp, You have to be protected ...
(It was dreadful how much I agreed.)
Frederick Pollack is the author of two book-length narrative poems, The Adventure andHappiness, both published by Story Line Press. His poems and essays have appeared in Hudson Review, Southern Review, Fulcrum, Salmagundi, Poetry Salzburg Review, Die Gazette (Munich), Representations and elsewhere. Poems have most recently appeared in the print journals Magma (UK), The Hat, Bateau, and Chiron Review. Online, poems have appeared in Big Bridge, Snorkel, Hamilton Stone Review, Diagram, BlazeVox, The New Hampshire Review, Denver Syntax, Barnwood, elimae, Wheelhouse, Mudlark, Shadow Train and elsewhere. Pollack is an adjunct professor of creative writing at George Washington University, Washington, DC.
Filed under: THE WEEK/THE WEEKEND | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, culture, gallery, listings, magazine, music, new, ny, nyc, the, week, weekend, writing, york
We are pleased to announce, The Week/Weekend, an inclusive list of shows and events going on around NYC and Brooklyn has returned and is better than ever.
How so? For starters, we’ve got a brand new input page. This means that folks have direct access to getting their event listed. While we will still retain the right to editorial discretion, the process is now easier than ever. You also have the option to submit your event for review, or to be an “editor’s pick.” Events will be listed on the blog as usual on Monday’s and Friday’s.
To get your event listed for The Week you must submit by midnight Friday.
To get your event listed for The Weekend you must submit by midnight Wednesday.
To get started visit: http://www.the22magazine.com/EventSubmission
Submit your event by filling in all the fields in the correct format and follow up with an image by emailing images directly to the22magazine (at) gmail (dot) com. Images will be chosen for use at the discretion of the magazine. Do not send more than one image. Please do not send enormous images.
We hope you are excited by this new streamlined process and thank you for your continued support of The 22 Magazine! If you see any hiccups as we finalize this process, please email us at the22magazine (at) gmail (dot) com and let us know what the problem is.
Filed under: ART | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, collage, gallery, magazine, Mora, new, ny, nyc, painting, Randy, surreal, the, writing, york
Filed under: ART | Tags: 22, aires, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, buenos, collage, federico, gallery, hurtado, magazine, new, ny, nyc, painting, performance, surreal, the, writing, york
Filed under: POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, annette, art, artist, artists, arts, auger, brooklyn, de, gallery, la, magazine, morteau, new, nouvelle anne, ny, nyc, orphan, sunlight, surreal, the, writing, york
Je connais ces arbres.
Ils ont parlé l’année dernière dans les tounges familiers.
Je veux les voir changer, verdir, jaunir, or, rouge vermillon-infâme.
Est-ce que je sais tous les noms ? Cette année est-elle un souvenir ?
Pour savoir comme ce qu’il se sent pour avoir lieu dans le passé.
Pour marcher ces manières, examinant toujours, avec ce qui pourrait avoir été.
C’est ce qui j’connaître-que ce qui est la poussière, doit se retourner pour épousseter.
Ouvrez la fiole remplie de frelons cacophoniques.
La lumière du soleil bleue,
une foreuse traduisant des ombres en or.
I know these trees.
Last year they spoke in familiar tongues.
I want to see them change, green, yellow, gold, vermilion-infamous red.
Do I know all the names? Is this year a keepsake?
To know what it feels like to take place in the past.
To walk these ways, testing still, with a what could have been.
This is what I know-that which is dust, must turn over to dust.
Open the jar filled with cacophonous hornets.
The blue sunlight,
an auger translating shadows into gold.
Filed under: SUPPORT THIS PROJECT!, The 22, VOLUME ONE, VOLUME TWO | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, beautiful, brooklyn, burns, films, frank, gallery, gratuitous, jeff, magazine, Mash, mythology, new, ny, nyc, productions, surreal, that's, the, up, Video, writing, york
More than ever we appreciate the unique, unusual, weird in life and we’re willing to share it. The 22 Magazine brings together folks worldwide.
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Filed under: FICTION, POETRY, WRITING | Tags: 22, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, D., findlay, gallery, new, ny, nyc, Tyler, writing, york
The water was cold and no one was home so it felt like he could die in it. Kenneth stood there naked, forcing himself to embrace the onslaught of ice water rushing over him. The gas bill had gone unpaid for months.
He stepped out of the shower into the warm late summer air carried in through open windows. Toweling off, he saw no reason to clothe himself and roamed nude through the house smoking a cigarette.
He watched it hang in the air.
Drift toward a window.
Filed under: WRITING | Tags: bhagwad, culture, european, german, gita, golden, india, kaul, letters, magazine, mythology, our, parable's, philosopy, poetry, pop, premise, prologue, samara, sparrow, the, to, troubadour, writing
Troubadour Kaul is a collaboration project between the two people exploring poetry, travelogues, prose, photography and music. Their art-words have appeared in various magazines and journals. Their poetry is forthcoming in print issues of Full of Crow, Pyrta Journal, Redaction: Poetry & Poetics, Alligator Stew, Micro Poetry Anthology, Mud Luscious Press and elsewhere in Fall 2012. Troubadour Kaul is also a Guest Editor and Poetry reviewer at Cha: An Asian Literary Journal and will be the on the masthead of the Golden Sparrow Magazine’s upcoming ‘Best of’ print edition.Despite a 2011 Best of the Net + two Pushcart Prize nominations + winning the Golden Sparrow Poetry Prize 2011 and being shortlisted as a finalist in the Best Short Writing in the World in 2012, their ranking in the Indian arranged-marriage-market remains dismal. An MFA in Poetry and promoting their first full length collection of poems seems to be the modus operandi for a happily ever after in 2012.The series “Letters to Samārā” are excerpts from Troubadour Kaul’s first collection of prose-poetry. His body of work explores the themes of existence, love and identity through the headset of a wayfarer writing to his beloved back home. The work draws its allegories from the Bhagwad Gita, German philosophy and pop-culture precepts with an occasional foray into European mythology.
Filed under: ART, SUPPORT THIS PROJECT! | Tags: 2, 22, and, art, artist, artists, arts, brooklyn, drawing, fundraiser, fundrasing, gallery, II, literature, magazine, music, new, ny, nyc, online, painting, performance, photography, poetry, project, review, sculpture, sign, support this project, surreal, symbol, the, Video, volume, writing, york
We know. You wait for this moment all year. Perhaps with bated breath. Likely with tingling anticipation. Well, tingle no longer my friends. THE 22 FUNDRAISER has officially begun.
There are some amazing (and expensive) things coming up for The 22, including the rather mad attempt at publishing THE 22 REVIEW, our first print incarnation of The 22 Magazine: Vol I and II. Encompassing a year’s work of work, this volume is testament to the first year of the 22 and the contributor’s (both in the magazine and on the web) that have made it possible.
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