Hearth Gods XL - February 9!
[POET lies in a snowbank.]
BEER: R U MAKING A SNOW ANGLE?
POET: Shh. / I'm freezing myself.
POET: I'm going into stasis, so they can wake me when the world is more just / And we have funding for the arts in America.
BEER: DOES SNOWMAN WANT A HOT TODDY?
POET: Yeah maybe.
Hearth Gods No. 40 is this Saturday!
- Chas Carey
- Laura Eve Engel
- McFeely Sam Goodman
- Musical guest Nick Lerangis
- AND MORE!
Hearth Gods XXXIX - December 8!
POET: What is that.
BEER: I MADE A NEW FREIND
POET: What do you mean? Aren't I enough?
BEER: YOU WILL LOVVE HIM...SAY HELLO HORSEY
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BEER: HE IS ALSO A POET!
POET: This is the end of art.
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Hearth Gods is this Saturday! Featuring
- Horse E-Books!
- Lucy Alibar!
- Crowley & Rau!
- Maura McNamera!
- Peter Mende-Siedlecki and Patrick Barrett!
- AND MUSICAL GUESTS
Hearth Gods: Poet Night
Saturday, November 17: doors 9:30PM curtain 10pm at Dixon Place (161A Chrystie Street, between Rivington and Delancey) Tickets: $12 in advance An evening of new poetry staged by NYC’s baddest directors. Plus a band. Directors: Knud Adams, Sherrine Azab, Jaclyn Biskup, Michael Rau, and Sam Reisman Poets: Melissa Broder, Heather Christle, Jessica Fjeld, Gillian Osborne, and Erica Wright
Hearth Gods XXXVIII - Seventh Anniversary!
POET: Do you know what day it is?
BEER: TIME FOR LOVING?
POET: No. It's my birthday.
BEER: [Looks at phone] OMGUH ITS MY BIRTHDAY TOO!
BEER: ARE WE TWINS BROTHERS?
POET: No. No, we are not brothers. We are nothing alike. We have nothing in common. We have nothing to say to each other. In fact, my only constant wish through these years has been to free myself of you, to free myself of your garish presence and your narrow, narrow mind so I may ascend on a cloud of Fine Art to take my place in the heavens of human expression.
BEER: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!!
Next Reading: Saturday, Oct. 13
Hearth Gods turns 7.
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
Hearth Gods XXXV - Tonight
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
Hearth Gods XXXV
Saturday, Mar. 31, 9pm
[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!
Hearth Gods XXXIV
Saturday, Feb. 4, 9pm
POET: I have news.
POET: I'm leaving you.
I'm going to live on the moonbase.
POET: It is a clean, dead place where I can be free. Where I can live in my art,
which is all I have wanted to do in the years that are left to me.
Are you going to beg me to stay?
BEER: WOULD IT DO ANY GOOD?
POET: No. No, it wouldn't.
[BEER begins to cry.]
POET: Stop that.
[BEER opens one Brooklyn Lager. Raises it above his head.]
BEER: TO MOTHERFUCKING EARTH
Next Reading: February 4
Theme: BAD DESIRE Color: MAUVE Song: “Maggot Brain” - Funkadelic GET READY
Hearth Gods XXXIII
Saturday, Nov. 12, 9pm
POET: One more year, one more layer in my carapace of sadness, one more--
POET: What is that...are you talking to me?
POET: Sometimes I think you don't understand me at all.
POET: Fine, that's too strong, but you know what I mean.
POET: I am giving you art and you are just...
BEER: IT IS A WAY OF UNDERSTANDING
YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE HEARTH GODS 6TH ANNIVERSARY ESPECTACULO!
- Knud Adams
- Lucy Alibar
- Patrick Barrett
- Chas Carey
- and Little Lord (a theater company)
Hearth Gods XXXI
Saturday, July 16, 9pm ****************************** POET: To learn is to open the mind’s eye / To teach is to open the mind’s heart— BEER: TO DRINK IS TO OPEN THE MIND’S MOUTH AND PUT BEER IN IT Next week: four lectures from eminent scholars in such fields as: - Ayn Rand Studies - Shattered Skeletons - Rare and Unique Beers of...
Hearth Gods XXX
Saturday, May 21, 9pm
POET: The Queen is coming! The Queen is coming!
BEER: QUEENS IS COMING!
POET: Close down the traffic, seal off the manholes
Place a flag in every hand!
BEER: QUEENS IS COMING!
POET: In the lock-down of our hearts
Let the royal party start.
BEER: THE QUEENS IS COMING!
Next Reading: May 21
Hearth Gods IXXX
Saturday, March 12, 9pm
POET: O buds O premature birdsong O premature flip-floppers O grass and
the greening of things O tender thaw O pain O springtime--
BEER: OMG ITS SO NICE OUT RIGHT?
POET: Sometimes I think you lack delicacy of sentiment.
BEER: O PRECIOUS SEDIMENT O POET O FEEEELINGS
Next Reading: March 12!
Romantic love, in the full sense of the term, is an emotion possible only to the man (or woman) of unbreached self-esteem: it is his response to his own highest values in the person of another—an integrated response of mind and body, of love and sexual desire. Such a man (or woman) is incapable of experiencing a sexual desire divorced from spiritual values. — Ayn Rand