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Et moi, contre toutes les apparences, je ne suis pas un professionnel
My poem "A Gun and a Boy (Le Cercle Rouge)" is now online at inkscrawl. The issue's theme is "Living Bodies in Motion," guest-edited once again by Bogi Takács; contributors include MJ Cunniff, S. Qiouyi Lu, Mary Alexandra Agner, Naru Dames Sundar, Holly Day, Sheree Renée Thomas, Na'amen Gobert Tilahun, and all sorts of other moving wordsmiths. My poem was inspired by Jean-Pierre Melville's 1970 film of the same name, which I saw around this time last year at the HFA. The title adapts Jean-Luc Godard's possibly apocryphal dictum, "All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl."
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rushthatspeaks' birthday party. They screened Ulrike Ottinger's Johanna d'Arc of Mongolia (1989) in the Somerville Theatre's Microcinema and provided dangerously chocolate cake at intermission. I brought them a small jar of white sturgeon caviar because no one should have to listen to the transcendent spiel about zakuski delivered by Peter Kern's Mickey Katz without having at least a little of the same on hand. I like that movie so much. The last time I saw it was in 2009 and while I had remembered accurately most of the shamanism, romance, and register-shifting, I had forgotten just how much of the first half could be tagged "I Love Everybody in This Queer Yiddish Theater Party." I wish there were a recording of the soundtrack in all its languages.
Tomorrow, moving.
Far too much of today was spent between the dentist's office and packing boxes, but at least the evening went toward
rushthatspeaks' birthday party. They screened Ulrike Ottinger's Johanna d'Arc of Mongolia (1989) in the Somerville Theatre's Microcinema and provided dangerously chocolate cake at intermission. I brought them a small jar of white sturgeon caviar because no one should have to listen to the transcendent spiel about zakuski delivered by Peter Kern's Mickey Katz without having at least a little of the same on hand. I like that movie so much. The last time I saw it was in 2009 and while I had remembered accurately most of the shamanism, romance, and register-shifting, I had forgotten just how much of the first half could be tagged "I Love Everybody in This Queer Yiddish Theater Party." I wish there were a recording of the soundtrack in all its languages.Tomorrow, moving.
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I hope the move and the resulting habitation are as stress free as possible.
Also, what a great TOC! Looking forward to reading everyone's poems, including yours!
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There is certainly a movie with a Mickey Katz as a character—I am not sure he's related to Joel or Jennifer Grey, but he sings the best version of "Toot-Toot-Tootsie, Goodbye" I have ever heard, backed by three Russian close-harmony singers and incorporating shout-outs from at least half a dozen classics of Yiddish theater or film. Also, his spiel about zakuski. In case it is not obvious, I recommend Johanna d'Arc of Mongolia to you without reservation; I think you will like the theatrical parts, the ethnographic parts, and the parts it's difficult to describe but which are wonderful. It is funny and queer and numinous and it has camels. I don't know if it resembles anything else Ulrike Ottinger ever made except Taiga (1992), but the genus of which it may be suum is a great one.
Also, what a great TOC! Looking forward to reading everyone's poems, including yours!
Enjoy!