HEARTH GODS

Hearth Gods XXXVI - Non-Fiction Night!

[POET has survived several austere months as a resident artist on the moon, when one day he spots something at the bottom of a huge crater. POET gathers all of his best writing and climbs down the crater.
At the center he finds a BEER-ALIEN surveying the horizon.
He approaches the BEER-ALIEN reverently, holding out his poems and stories in one hand, eyes averted, thinking to himself--Finally, I will be read. Finally, I will be understood...
The BEER-ALIEN takes the pages, leafs through them, and hands them back. He turns to face the Earthrise and burbles.]
POET:But...but why?!
BEER:I MOSTLY READ NONFICTION

Next Reading: May 19, 9pm!

Suspicious Handbag at Hearth Gods 35 (photo by twelveicat)

(via hadro)

BEER:THIS WEATHER IS CRIZY O LOOK A NOONSPAPER!
NEWSPAPER:POET has collapsed! Our moon correspondant reports that due to a lack of audience response and/or oxygen in his quarters, beloved POET has succumbed and is being treated by moonbase staff.
[Brief silence. Feelings.]
BEER:I HAVE BEEN TO LOTS OF PARTIES
AND WAS KIND OF A DICK SOMETIMES
BUT I NEVER ACTUALLY COLLASPED
O POET WE LOVE YOU GET UP

Saturday, Mar. 31, 9pm
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[A desolate moonscape. Earth rises low over the horizon.]
POET:All is folly and vanity. How pitiful are the strivings of men and women?
RADIO:[The radio crackles] SHSHSHHS---BEER?--SHSHSHHS
POET:In this cold serenity I have found true art, I have understood time and--
RADIO:SHSHHHSHSH--COME IN?--SHHSHHHSH
POET:The purest emotions float down to me like pollen from the stars, into the--
RADIO:SHSHHSHS--BEER ARE YOU THERE?--SHSHSHSHSHSHHH
POET:HE'S NOT HERE THIS IS POET! ON THE FUCKING MOON!
RADIO:SHSHSHSHHHSH--SRY! LOOKING FOR BEER--SHSHHHS
* HGXXXV is
- Lucy Alibar!
- Will Arbery!
- Chas Carey!
- Tinky Holloway (of Peoria, IL)!
- Kasia Nikhamina!
- Special Musical Guests SUSPICIOUS HANDBAG!

Next Reading: March 31, 9pm