Made-to-order poetry in Los Angeles
Jacqueline Suskin, a writer and former vegetable gardener, has taken to the Hollywood Farmers Market for her latest venture: The Poem Store.
Sitting with her typewriter, Suskin takes requests from curious passersby and regulars, taking requests for poems on back pain to making verse fit the title “Since Wednesday.”
As for the most popular request?
"Everyone is always asking for love poems," she says. "We are all obsessed with love."But love, as a topic, is deeply unspecific. When someone asks her to write a poem about love, she responds by asking what kind of love. That usually leads to a story about a girlfriend living far
away, or a person new to Los Angeles desperately missing her family, or the love a mother has for her new baby.
She thinks people ask for poems that help them understand their path or direction in life.
"They want hope, or confidence, or they just need someone to see who they are," she says. "Half the time I feel like I am a therapist or a psychic."
Photos: Katie Falkenberg / Los Angeles Times
No Fear/Chump Gear
Songs on this album provide a truncated story of my life through the t-shirts I wore during various pivotal moments.
This song in particular is about 7th/8th grade. The lyrics are contradictory…just like we were when we were young and dumb.
I mean, now that I’m older, I’m certainly still dumb, but consistently so, and definitely not contradictory.
I apparently also really like writing choppy sentences with lots of commas too, now that I’m older and dumb. Oh, and did you notice that I used “also” and “too” in the same sentence just then? Apparently, though not contradictory, I have no problem being redundant.
Anyway, the other reason the song is contradictory in nature is (and this will make more sense when you listen to the lyrics) I honestly can’t remember whether the shirt was No Fear or Chump Gear.
I think I need to start doing more thinking before posting stuff to this blog. Stream of consciousness doesn’t work so well for me. Whatever, just listen to the stupid song, will ya?
Source SoundCloud / Jackie Futon
This is me writing music for my first album…I can’t quite recall the title, but I think it was either “butt poop hahahah” or “lil’ dinkus blues.”
Cincinnati, Ohio, circa 1915. Race on roller skates at Government Square, East 5th Street, between Walnut and Main.
Wish I had been alive, been there, and been a participant. Probably would have been exhilarating, surreal, and injured.
“A work of art is something produced by a person, but is not that person — it is of her, but is not her. It’s a reach, really — the artist is trying to inhabit, temporarily, a more compact, distilled, efficient, wittier, more true-seeing, precise version of herself — one that she can’t replicate in so-called ‘real’ life, no matter how hard she tries. That’s why she writes: to try and briefly be more than she truly is.”
In Stir Mentals
These 3 instrumentals off “The End(s)” were my attempts to soundtrack what I thought the (my preconceived) stages of death might sound like.
"The End 1" is the funeral, or maybe the moment of death.
"The End 3" is the life force exiting the body.
"The End 2" is the life force having an existential freak out as it looks down on its old body.
Source SoundCloud / Jackie Futon
Monsters On Magazine Covers: A Quick History
From The Protojournalist: Rolling Stone’s editors posted an explanatory note on the website version of its cover story on alleged Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. It began like this: “The cover story we are publishing this week falls within the traditions of journalism.” True enough. Controversy sells. At least it used to.
Read the rest on NPR.org.
(Photos courtesy of Rolling Stone, Time, Newsweek, People)