Poems, performances, photography, productions, stories, prose, music, journalism, band, songwriting, videos - surviving despite the odds. Is it all true? Yeah. Maybe. Sometimes. Mostly. Creation is transformative. I collaborate with amazing artists and musicians, primarily with my band, Puma Perl and Friends. Books available as well: knuckle tattoos, Belinda and Her Friends, Ruby True, Retrograde, Birthdays Before and After. Photo, Len DeLessio
Monday, May 23, 2011
OUR 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY - A SPECIAL DDAY PRODUCTION
Monday, June 6 · 6:30pm - 8:30pm
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Location: Yippie Museum Cafe
9 Bleecker Street (bet. Bowery & Elizabeth)
New York, NY
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We've added a special night to celebrate one year of performance, poetry, insanity, nudity, and blacklisting!!!!!
Four of our amazing performers have been invited back to spread the love - we wish there was time for EVERY gorgeous girl who has graced the Yippie stage with us, but hope some of you willl drop in!
DDAY anniversary is also part of the first Underground HOWL!
Limited Open Mic - $2 donation to the Yippie
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HOSTED BY BIG MIKE!!!!!! and featuring:
CYNDI DAWSON - International Word Rocker, author of "Outside Girl", (Poets Wear Prada Press), spoken word artist/lead singer of The Cynz, Founder & Curator Poets and Angels Music & Poetry, published in over 50 anthologies & publications, her work can be heard and read on ReverbNation, Facebook and Myspace.
http://www.reverbnation.com/cyndidawsonwordrocker
http://www.myspace.com/insideofoutside
JANE LECROY - poet and performance artist, home-birthing mother of 3, teacher, atheist, vegetarian, hedonist, who fronts the avant-pop band Transmitting with Tom Abbs. Her last book of poetry, “Names” was published by Booklyn. Jane is a teaching artist working in New York schools. At www.janelecroy.com you can get her books, recordings and join her e list to receive poems and show invites.
NICCA RAY is currently working on a book about her father, film director, Nicholas Ray (Rebel Without a Cause). Her poems and short stories have appeared in various publications such as HANGING LOOSE (issues 91 and 97), WE LIVE FOR BLOOD AND GLORY, and faroutfurtheroutoutofsight. She has poetry in the upcoming UNBEARABLES ANTHOLOGY published by Autonomedia and in the next issue of PHOENIX magazine.
RONNIE NORPEL - Philadelphia native, who uses various media to tell her tales: live performance, photography, journalism, and now a novel - Baseball Karma and Constitution Blues (Three Rooms Press). Norpel played ballgirl and season ticket sales champ for the Phillies. After earning her Wharton degree, she went into poetry for the money.
FAUX MAUX (Mo Kelly) - The consummate performance artist/actress/ playwright/writer - she has brought her awesomeness all over the world! Creates plays, performances, one-woman shows, and creative havoc of all kinds!!!!
BIG MIKE is the author of 2 books, 81 Pounds and Sibling Rivalry and appears in the anthology One Millimeter, all published by Pretty Pollution Press. Big Mike is known for his performance art and was awarded Best Neptune in the 2004 Mermaid Parade in Coney Island.
BIG MIKE is the author of 2 books, 81 Pounds and Sibling Rivalry and appears in the anthology One Millimeter, all published by Pretty Pollution Press. Big Mike is known for his performance art and was awarded Best Neptune in the 2004 Mermaid Parade in Coney Island.
http://www.yippiemuseum.org/
Sunday, May 22, 2011
CRUMBS
CRUMBS
I didn’t think I was sleeping.
I thought I was eating cake.
What a life.
Sleep and cake.
I stumble from couch to bed,
try to retrieve cake dreams, but
thoughts have invaded fantasy
and I’m left with tribal make-up,
hospital doors swinging, a blue
van running, keys missing
No cake.
Not even a crumb.
© puma perl, 5/22/11
I didn’t think I was sleeping.
I thought I was eating cake.
What a life.
Sleep and cake.
I stumble from couch to bed,
try to retrieve cake dreams, but
thoughts have invaded fantasy
and I’m left with tribal make-up,
hospital doors swinging, a blue
van running, keys missing
No cake.
Not even a crumb.
© puma perl, 5/22/11
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Dear Somebody
30/30 completed, have not written again until today. I now have 30 new drafts. Maybe some were born poems. Wrote something just now just to do it.
Dear Somebody
Dear Somebody,
Lunch.
Split pea soup with ham,
dropped green on my pants,
barely room
for a spoon
between keyboard
and screen.
Cold. Heater emits
stale breath, shall I drape
a shawl around me
like an old lady sitting
on a bench
in a park
without you, Somebody,
not even a fat
child like me, dreading
shorts and sunshine,
no wonder
I’m depressed
in May.
Love,
Puma
© puma perl, 5/4/11
Dear Somebody
Dear Somebody,
Lunch.
Split pea soup with ham,
dropped green on my pants,
barely room
for a spoon
between keyboard
and screen.
Cold. Heater emits
stale breath, shall I drape
a shawl around me
like an old lady sitting
on a bench
in a park
without you, Somebody,
not even a fat
child like me, dreading
shorts and sunshine,
no wonder
I’m depressed
in May.
Love,
Puma
© puma perl, 5/4/11
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