august 31st, 2014
This morning I've been rapidly outlining a movie inspired in large part by the photo/Photoshopping on the right:
Pictured: Thor and Natalie Portman (l); Thor and Loki in a loving embrace (r).
The movie on the right! I want to see it so badly!! Talk about forbidden love!!! Thank you, anonymous Shanghai arist!!!! So I'm writing this movie. Brokeback Mountain meets black Thor, starring Idris Elba and Tom Hiddleston.
I've been on a real homoerotic jag for the last year. Yes yes even moreso than other years. There was the story series about real-life pickup artists Mystery and Style. There was the poem Clinton/Cheney about the power-profit system but also some really hot stuff between Bill Clinton and Dick Cheney. There's the song Professor XO Magneto which, granted, I wrote in 2010 but will record for the first time today.
Harper's had a great article on romance novelists in February. The gist: in a world of declining book sales and increasingly shittier pay and publicity for authors who land “traditional” print deals, self-published romance novelists (most of them: women) are making money hand over fist. The literary establishment ignores them, the NY Times Book Review will never review them. Fuck those guys. These ladies are laughing all the way to the bank.
Vlad and I have talked idly of writing romance novels together under the pseudonym “Lovelace.” Something to think about. I've been creatively mining this lode for years, and it still feels like I've just scratched the surface.
august 30th, 2014
INT. RED LINE EL - EVENING
VLAD and ERICA returning home from work in the Loop.
ERICA
I went to the falafel place in the back of the jewelry store today. We should go sometime!
VLAD
Um.
ERICA
They have all kinds of food there. Moroccan chicken, baba ghanoush ...
VLAD
My dark secret is I don't like Mediterranean food. I like Mediterranean snacks. When it comes to a meal I like: potatoes. Sausage. Boiled cabbage. You know. That sort of thing. Chicken soup with dumplings. Cheese pie with melted cheese.
All the Mediterranean stuff is like, 'oh, this fresh crumbly cheese!' ... it's like a snack. That's how I feel.
august 18th, 2014
Yah so the alienating poems went way better than I thought they would. Vlad stayed home this time and I won. Theory supported by ongoing evidence: that I never win when Vlad is there at the slam. The unconditional love! It breaks my form! The affection and touch! I need sexual frustration to really punch it!
Last night was the first time I felt I'd robbed another poet. I was awesome; she was better.
Shameaca! You were so cool about it, but I felt weird! We will meet again!
august 17th, 2014
We discovered this a long long time ago, but I'm posting today. We drew the same idea at nearly the same time four years before we met:
I think that's pretty cool, you guys!!
Working on a couple of alienating poems about controversial subject matter. There was a lot of heartbreaking news this week. The poems aren't about any of that. They're about alcoholism and bulimia and euthanasia and ... (hisses) me!!
I'll let you know how they go!
august 10th, 2014
re: “I don't need feminism”
here and here and here ... prolly plenny other places too ...
Young ladies,
A lot of feminists worked very hard for a long time just so you would even culturally register as human beings with ideas.
I'm grateful their work was expansive and long-lasting enough that you might take it for granted. And powerful tho invisible enough that you could take their continued work for granted as well. You shallow, shallow children.
love, erica
august 9th, 2014
For those who catch up on this blog but don't follow on Twitter or Googly Plus or Googly Chat: Vlad and I had a wonderful time in Europe! Highlights above :)
august 8th, 2014
Mame picked up fire throwing. Amazing.
My wonderful 2009 Samsung dumbphone has served me so well, and has provided me exactly the desired amount of distraction and connectivity, which is: some.
I also rather like the photos it takes! Artifacts and all (espeshally artifacts and all). But as of this week I was not able to push pictures to the online photo service associated with my carrier. Most likely: anachronistic types like myself have been quietly phased out. Boo! How then to access photos for blogging, sharing, kai, ta, loipa?
Thus I turned to “Bluetooth” technology, present yet mysterious on both my phone and computer. And, with a little messing around with “visibility” and a “passcode” created on the spot, voila! See above!
The ancient magic thus invoked, I feel powerful and expansive!
THROWER OF FIRE
BLUE OF TOOTH
FEAR ME
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