RARE BROOKLYN POETRY READING
gets thrown around a lot these days. Sometimes the word fits. For this ustream
reading the word ‘rare’ doesn’t even begin to describe the epic quality of this
ustream, the greatest ustream 2012 has seen. While the year has only just
begun, I’m already amazed by the quality of the ustreams thus far. And this can
only be described as ‘rare’.
was there, including people I’ve never seen before, including the famous alt
lit writer Peterbd, one of my favorite email artists. Multiple people were
reading: the happy version of Spencer Madsen, Marshall Mallicoat, Elaine Sun,
Steve Roggenbuck, Poncho Peligroso, and the superstar Megan Boyle. Marshall Mallicoat
talked about his hobby of holding his breath at work. Marshall Mallicoat
clearly enjoys his life.
Megan Assboyle, a transgressive artist of the ass. They waited for Megan to
come from Brooklyn to get to Brooklyn to perform at this alt literary event of
the freaking century. Spencer Madsen advertised for the bar to raise some
serious cash. Megan went to the bathroom for an inordinate amount of time.
on a high note. Out of nowhere he began reading poems he emailed himself. The
first one was about true love that he felt when he was in love. Did I cry a
little bit when I heard it? You better believe it. Man, I was balling my eyes
out as I heard it. Sometimes love is a crazy thing. Boy, I forget how love can
be like a Raccoon, sleeping. Steve was loaded off life during the reading.
appearance in months. This was the solemn part of the evening. In case you didn’t
know, tree_bro (Jackson Lusk) was an excellent tweeter. Unfortunately he died
recently of a heroin overdose. But his twitter account was quite honestly,
amazing. You can go here to learn more about tree_bro. Besides reading tree_bro’s
account, he also read some of the tweets from the fake Barack Obama twitter
account (now deleted). People in the room laughed and gasped at them in unequal
doses. Actually, I enjoy Poncho’s voice quite a bit and I was happy to hear it
once again. I felt really sad about tree_bro. The last few tweets sort of
cemented what happened to the poor person.
gleam in his eye. I liked how insane the poems were how everything should cost
one dollar and every one should be paid the same amount. The simplicity made the
poems pretty funny. “My bedroom is a time machine moving into the future 1
second per 1 second.” I loved that line. ‘I think when I can’t talk shit on the
internet it will be time to die’ may be the best title for any poem anywhere.
Sun started after being announced by the Happy Spencer Madsen. She wore a
sweater jacket similar to that of Shaun Gannon fame. Her first poem talked about
a breakup from the morning. It hurt. The character in the poem wanted to touch
Michael’s lung. They slept together. Background information for the next poem
was Texas is hot in the summer. What Elaine does is avoid putting on clothes
for most of the day, or taking many showers. Out of nowhere Elaine Sun busted
out her tweets from many blog years ago.
Assboyle came up. She read ‘Notes from my IPhone’. Instead of reading from her
book she presented new stuff. These were all great things. Part of Megan’s
reading ability comes from the audience’s reaction. I enjoyed hearing the
audience groan, laugh and stay with her. Somehow Megan just worked the
audience, being warm and friendly with them. Listening to her pretend curse was
pretty excellent, as was her reading of her fantastic, best-selling alt lit
book. An additional bonus was watching some Jesus Bro sitting the corner eye-fucking
started reading. I don’t know who this guy was but he got Megan to read with
him. Perhaps this means I should read with someone, to further boost my
personal brand. There needed to be a female reader for some reason. Personally
I would have liked to have had the reader to be a male in drag. That would have
been exciting to me.
went after next. This was another friend of Spencer Madsen’s. Actually even
though he didn’t go to the front of the room, he read well. Behind him was a
red brick wall as a backdrop to his excited, energetic performance.
Madsen followed his friends. While he began he talked to people about how to
have to great wonderful lives, lives he will never know. ‘A Million Bears’ was
his main focus. He told us about how hard life is when you want to do stuff
like waking up. Seagulls are assholes. Spiritual people piss him off. High
School is a lot of people going through puberty at the same time. To be honest,
it was a passionate reading. There is an art to reading sounding absolutely
crazed. Crispin Best had the best line in the chat with ‘You Mad Sen?’ Most of
the ‘pining love poems’ were skipped in favor for 50 Cent retweets and his own
original tweets. Also Spencer has a difficult relationship with his cat, which
is a totally pussy allegedly.
Mallicoat ended it. We missed him and for a while called out to the blackness
of the ustream. But there was no response. It was a fitting end to a