I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. - Groucho Marx


by Thomas Michalski
Aug. 23, 2016
After the release of Derek Jarman’s Jubilee in 1978, Vivienne Westwood, outraged at what she saw as a misrepresentation of punk, took to her then preferred medium, the t-shirt, to express her displeasure. The “Open T-Shirt to Derek Jarman,” with its wordy scrawl, is a rather confusing cultural artifact in that it now seems rather counterproductive. For starters, punk certainly had more important enemies in 1978 than a queer experimental filmmaker and visual artist, a fellow member of the counterculture whether she liked it or not, and what’s more, some of the language seems rather homophobic, being that it attributes the film’s fancier bits to “a gay (which you are) boy’s love of dressing up and playing at charades.” Of course, all of that is to say nothing of the sheer impracticality of using a t-shirt to communicate a lengthy essay...
Thomas Michalski is a writer and radio host from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. You can keep up with his comings and goings over at http://www.voodooinspector.com/

by Ryk McIntyre
Aug. 19, 2016
I would like to argue that Roger Corman is actually a modern-day Moliere. Roger Corman would probably appreciate that too, but hear me out: both paint with broad morality, with 2-D characters, and primary-colored sarcasm... and a good time is usually had by all...

Ryk McIntyre is a Multi-Hyphen sort of person. Poet, critic, performer, workshop facilitator and co-host at both GotPoetry! Live (Providence) and Cantab Lounge (Cambridge,MA). He's been living in RI for the past 6 years, with his wife and daughter. Ryk has performed his work at Boston's ICA, NYC's New School, Portsmouth, NH's Music Hall and Lollapalooza, to name just a few. He has toured the US, performing in countless Poetry open mics and festivals.  He turned down Allen Ginsburg once.

by Anthony Galli
Aug. 18, 2016
Several years ago, one of my very best friends tried to convince me that animals have no souls. Although I couldn’t help but disagree -- a lot -- I didn’t really give his statement much thought afterward. His “animals don’t have souls” comment came from a conversation we were having about whether or not to say “bless you” to a dog when he sneezes. Urban legend and rumor has it that at the very moment a person sneezes his immunity system is at its most vulnerable, and it is then that all manner of demons and evil spirits can seize upon the sneezer’s soul and overtake his will and destiny. Hence, the customary benediction of “Bless You” in the instance of any sneeze...

Anthony Galli currently lives in Athens, Georgia. He shares a birthday with his black cat, Magic, and they both claim Wings of Desire as their favorite film. Anthony has published two books of poetry, Amnesia for Insomniacs and Invisible Idiot.

by Jake Goldman
Aug. 17, 2016

I am someone who often shoos away technology. When I break my cell phones (which is frequently) I always ask for the cheapest available phone as a replacement. It has little to do with frugality, though. I have a bit of a fear that should I get one of those wunderphones with the screen you put your filthy fingers all over like a greasy, miniature figure skater and their geo-location recipe apps ("Someone is baking a cake RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!"), that I'll get sucked in too deeply, letting the machine win, letting the internet devour me whole and whisper sweet-nothings laced with videos of cats falling asleep into my ear.

When I think about it, though, a big part of my fear is derived from the sheer power of technology. Technology is a fast-moving creature; a ceaseless beast with no discernible bounds. There are robots that sniff out bombs. You can put a computer chip INSIDE your dog. There is a car that parks itself (stupid) and there are lights you can turn on by slapping your hands together. (not new. still tremendously entertaining, though). It conjures up a couple things: first, sure, there's the big brother element: Google knows where you are at all times, Facebook knows what you like. But, what it really stirs up in me is a fear of becoming complacent...

Jake Goldman is a writer and a teacher. He lives in New Haven, Connecticut.  Occasionally he writes songs.  If you are so inclined, check out Internetdogfist.com for words and Otsego.Bandcamp.com for music.

by Kristen Bialik
Aug. 11, 2016
Without knowing you at all, I can say that Fehérlófia is unlike any other movie you’ve seen. Sure, it’s animated. That’s familiar. And sure, there are some recognizable images. Like, in that the English title is “Son of the White Mare,” and there are both sons and white mares. In fact, the storyline itself is incredibly familiar, and in a way, almost universal. Based in ancient folklore, the story is culled from ancient tales of the Scythans, Huns, and Avars but it taps into a shared collection of stories around the world. Ones with kings, princesses, and dragons, epic challenges, numerical symbolism, and a hero’s journey. But like I said, it’s nothing like you’ve ever seen. In part because it’s in Hungarian and there are no subtitles. But mostly because of the colors (the glorious colors!). But more on that later...

Kristen Bialik is a writer, teacher and graduate student of Journalism and Mass Communication. In her spare time, she's a baker of pies and maker of stories.