Stevens Point (and neighbors) Calendar of Events. Art
Through November 3 Inside the Q Artists by John Hartman. Gallery Q. Through November 4 Day of the Dead Celebration. Reception Nov 2, 5:00-7:00 p.m. Edna Carlsten Gallery, UWSP. Through November 21 Douglas Somers: Nice to be with you. Reception: Nov 9, 6:00-8:00 p.m. Scarabocchio Art Museum. November 2 Late Night Lights up with Guarantees (Art Show with Electronic DJ). 8:00 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 6-January 5 A Gift of Art. Opening Reception: November 9. Gallery Q. November 11-December 2 Metal Inkorporated. Metalsmiths and printmakers respond to each other. Reception: Nov 12, 4:00-6:00 p.m. Edna Carlsten Gallery, UWSP. November 16-December 23 Gift Gallery. Riverfront Arts Center. November 27-January 31 Sara Studinski. Scarabocchio Art Museum. Comedy
November 3 Adam Grabowski. 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 15 Point and Laugh Comedy Competition. 8:00 p.m. DUC, UWSP.
2
Community/Fundraising
November 3 Farmer Tribute Dinner. 6:00-10:00 p.m. Procedes will go toward Farmshed Initiatives. Bernards Country Inn and Restaurant. November 3 Gala for Giving 2012. 6:00 p.m. Benefiting the Breast Care Patient Navigator Program. Stevens Point Country Club. November 9 Rhythm and Brews Beach Bash. 6:00-10:00 p.m. Proceeds benefit the Alzheimer’s Association. Players Lounge. November 13 Farmshed Community Potluck: Chili. 6:30 - 8:00 p.m. The Greenhouse Project. November 16 Holiday Parade. 6:15 p.m. Downtown Main Street. November 17 5th Annual Festival of Chocolate. 9:00-3:00 p.m. Jenson Community Center, Amherst. November 25 Chef Showdown at the Red Mill. 11:30 a.m. Red Mill Supper Club. Courses/Workshops
November 3 Solar Domestic Hot Water. Custer. www.midwestrenew.org/ workshops. November 6-December 11 Digital Flash Photography. 6:00-8:00 p.m. Preregistration required: 3463838. UWSP.
November 8 Raisin the Thanksgiving Turkey: History, Nature, Culture. 7:00-8:30 p.m. Portage County Library. November 10 Solar Space Heating. Custer. www. midwestrenew.org/workshops. November 10 Glass Pendants and More! 9:0011:00 a.m. Preregistration required: 346-3838. UWSP. November 10 Portrait Photography. 9:30-3:15 p.m. Preregistration required: 3463838. UWSP. November 17 Beginning Watercolor. 9:00-3:00 p.m. Tomorrow River Gallery & Gifts, Amherst. Film
November 1-2 Central Wisconsin Film Festival. 7:00 p.m. Lettie Jensen Center, Amherst. November 8-11 2nd Annual Weyauwega International Film Festival. Gerold Opera House, Weyauwega. Music
Mondays Sing That Tune Karaoke. 9:30 p.m. Partners Pub. Wednesdays Acoustic Open Mic with the Sloppy Joe Band. 8:00 - 11:00 p.m. Northland Sports Bar and Grill. November 1 Maria Schneider Orchestra. 7:30 p.m. @1800.
Calendar of Events (con’t), andrew peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE. November 3 Waupaca Area Orchestra. 7:00 p.m. Gerold Opera House, Weyauwega. November 3 Jamestown Story with Joey Bonner and Paradigm Blue. 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 8 Buffalo Moon (Bossanova/ Psychedelic). 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP.
November 16 Letties Central Waters River 5 Mile Run/2 Mile Walk. 10:00 a.m. Central Waters Brewery, Amherst.
If you would like to see your event in The Bitchin’ Kitsch next month, please email the details to chris@talbot-heindl.com.
Theater
November 2-4, 7-10 Lucky Stiff, Presented by UWSP Theater and Dance. 7:30 p.m., Nov 4 matinee at 2:00 p.m. Studio Theater - 1800 Portage.
November 9 A Night of Uplifting Music. 7:00 p.m. Tomorrow River Gallery & Gifts, Amherst. November 9 The Boys n’ The Barrels with Sans Souci Quartet. 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 9-11 Smokey Express and Community Choir Christmas Show. Fri 7:00 p.m., Sat 1:00 p.m. and 4:00 p.m. Lettie Jensen Center, Amherst. November 10 Vanity Theft with The Vegans. 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 17 The HI Matics. 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 17 Claudia Schmidt Concert. 7:30 p.m. Jensen Community Center, Amherst. November 29 Ottis and the Alligators. 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP. November 30 Now Now (Indie Rock). 7:30 p.m. DUC, UWSP Outdoors
November 2 2012 Fall Candlelight Hike Festival. 6:00-9:00 p.m. Schmeeckle Reserve.
New Painting Idea Andrew Peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE Ink on paper
3
content nov 2012 Untitled - Robin Lee
cover
Calendar of Events
douglas somers - pg. 11
Alexander Landerman - pg. 13
on the front cover: Untitled
Robin Lee Ink and watercolor on paper http://creativecollectivity.ning.com
on the inside back cover: Pick Your Poison
Chris Talbot-Heindl Ink and photoshop illustration www.talbot-heindl.com
the bitchin’ kitsch video and music issue:
Check out this month’s “issue” link of video and music at www.talbot-heindl.com/bitchin_kitsch.html or www.youtube.comTheBitchinKitsch
4
2-3
New Painting Idea - Andrew Peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE
3
Untitled - Jacob Zurawski
5
Adolescence - Robert Lavett Smith
6
9 - LM & XY
6
Love Poem - Paul Hostovsky
7
Gate - Mike Cluff
7
Displaced Persons’ Camp - Sy Roth
7
Milton is a Mining God - David E. Patton
7
Monthly Mission Submission
8
Surrealist Description of a Milk Shake - Brian Hardie
8
What men - Jacob Cardarelli
9
True Love - Alon Calinao Dy
9
Ticking Away - Ken Abraham
10
Untitled - Jacob Zurawski
10
Tears - Marc Carver
10
a poem about everything douglas somers
11
Star Struck - L Kinney
11
Time’s Daughter - Seymour
11
Thoughts on Freedom - Jan Haskell
12
Honey BBQ Rabbit - Alexander Landerman
13
random pattern - douglas somers
14
Donors and Index
14
Pick Your Poison - Chris TalbotHeindl
15
jacob zurawski. about b’k:
the bitchin’ kitsch is a zine for artists, poets, prose writers, or anyone else who has something to say. it exists for the purpose of open creativity. if you have something you want to share, please email it to chris@talbot-heindl.com. are you a video or music artist? submit your youtube link or original file to dana@talbot-heindl.com. all submissions are due on the 26th for the following month’s issue.
ideas:
have a seriously bitchin’ idea that could make the bitchin’ kitsch that much better? we want to hear from you. email chris@talbot-heindl.com with your ideas.
community copies:
sit down and read the bitchin’ kitsch at our community locations: zest, the smith scarabocchio art museum, monkeywrench tattoos, the coffee studio, and noel fine arts center. want to house a community copy? email chris@talbot-heindl. com.
advertising:
the bitchin’ kitsch is offering crazy low rates of $5 for a fourth-page ad, $10 for a half-page ad, and $20 for a full page ad. book yours today by emailing chris@talbot-heindl.com.
donation:
Untitled Jacob Zurawski Micron and Prism colors on paper
we love our donors. If you would like to become a donor, email chris@talbot-heindl.com and make your pledge.
5
robert lavett smith, lm & xy. Adolescence
By: Robert Lavett Smith “Is it rolling, Bob?” —Bob Dylan I could have done without my adolescence, Though there was nothing much that might forestall it; Some say youth earns a certain effervescence— That’s not at all the way that I recall it! Bob Dylan’s music held me in a trance Which granted me a modicum of peace; I spent my Junior year abroad in France (Where I was known, bizarrely, as Bobe Smeece.) But the frustrations later life would bring Were present even then in embryo; These days, I would give almost anything Not to know most of what I’ve come to know. The boy I was, the man I would become, Were stumbling to the beat of the same drum.
9
By: LM & XY monsters under the bed the wolf man a fairy princess an ice cream truck bell marbles jacks Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein dragons trolls genies The unicorn of a young girl’s youth, has galloped into another young girl’s life you mature and see his beauty in your daughter’s eyes
6
paul hostovsky, mike cluff, sy roth, david e. patton. Love Poem
By: Paul Hostovsky I love this poem. I would do anything for this poem. I am not above stealing for example. I stole in the past and I stole from the past and I’d gladly steal from your past for this poem. I would lie for the sake of this poem. I would lie in the face of this poem just to make the poem face me. Just to feel on my face the hot, sweet, faint bad-tooth breath of the poem. I could sink to anything. I think I could kill. I think I have killed for the shape, the sheer body of this poem. Look how beautiful, feel how impossible, this slender, limned thing weighing next to nothing, saying next to nothing. Saying everything. Everything.
Gate
By: Mike Cluff The girl of interior angles writhes to both disco and existentialism equally adroit one seldom outweighs the other on St. Anne’s Day.
Displaced Persons’ Camp By: Sy Roth
They stood on the front steps of the synagogue, He jauntily laying his elbow on her left shoulder; She, a trophy, next to him belly-ripe. I lay swaddled in her amniotic fluid. Star of David hung from its steepled perch above-Beaming a godforsaken message to the displaced Who paired to exist in no man’s land Away from the hubbub of death. I rustled and sloshed about, Remnant of the millions sundered. Picture snapped, he sauntered away To join friends for a poker game. She waddled down the steps To curtain-shared apartments To wipe the dust of their mad world From her space. I waited to be born to mourn their deaths And visit my own ghosts daily. They could not escape their memories, Nor celebrate life.
Milton is a Mining God By: David E. Patton
Milton is a mining god Among poets fair N fine The holy book of work house horse. The bees works in the dark And the cosmos have No city’s limit only vast venture of infinite unfilled By man as earth born. The life giving word Is poetry The death giving word Is politic The life giving word Is deity The death giving word Is God. Opinions have no property The life giving word Is freedom The death giving word Is prejudice And America takes It to heart She have a talent for it She strives to tare apart She posses it She meditates on it She bury it under laws It is her vocation To keep her citizens small Herr professor America England taught you well Do the founding fathers Toll as slaves in hell?
Taxis and taxidermists beriddle her Friday wet afternoon salon appointments by a waterfront bar ran unquenched irrevokably dry. 7
monthly mission submission, brian hardie. monthly mission submission
New to The Bitchin’ Kitsch, “monthly mission submission.” Every month, artists indicate that they would like to submit to The Bitchin’ Kitsch but don’t know what to draw. Now, you don’t have to! Every month, there will be proposed phrase to play around with. This month’s phrases included “your mom,” submitted by Tammy Nutmore and “If you can’t beat them...Waffles!” submitted by Matt Lison. Next month’s phrases will be “another four years” submitted by Jan Haskell. If you would like to suggest a phrase for the month of January, simply submit it on Facebook. The suggestions that receive the most likes will be the phrases for January.
Chris Talbot-Heindl Ink and photoshop illustration
8
Surrealist Description of a Milk Shake By: Brian Hardie
what people care of what is said of what you want to be, they fury lying staring at the banister, poison smiles laying out in the garden guiding the sunshine beam, meaning, beneath meloldy and all else. Any time that with me is her now the timing is fine and does matter much now and fine I feel when it does not matter much now that in my mind facts are left alone and behind. Gone to find forever and with hope to forgive me not one song about geographical besetting of lovers. Well, in my mind just yesterday I found the range of such sounds of what pain would be seen again. Another solar activity game to wait to remain inactive, thought I saw what turned into seeing you, susceptible to rigorous proof, just living together would work for me, or knowing where I have been. The safety of black lights flying solo, to look at him, of what could have given a call to say to the blank is sorry, death in the contradiction when he deserved it. Lost into meaning of confessions of freaks of transparent opticals, of a person that a thing feeds to rise in, assuring by argument for the rampaging position, convinced to rashion, taking vintage to an era of production to see through all common lives. Ingredient to vomit ubrupt, rubbling the wake of war, to stretch unlimited the baristas of our time. For free food the talk of written will becomes vast fascination to dream the landscape. So now that I have been cured to let my guard down, this vibe of season has the reality to speak up now and again. Bruises showing up at the cafe, walking with heads down for the friends that could not survive this hellish coming on of time to depress. Now sitting with the time to check constant, the same song playing in the speakers wired to set wild the arms chained down. A tired setting of surroundings not living up, reflecting the visions fallen untouched. Cluttered the moisture inside grunts setting the load lighter than expected. Individuals see to me that race has the comparison. Thinking of over to be over and over. Out.
jacob cardarelli, alon calinao dy. What men
True Love
I am trapped, trapped within a corrupt destructive society My anger aimed towards this specific stranger is for his mere ignorance
I think of you night and day. I feel I’m going crazy ‘Cause my love grows more deeply With each passing day
The mere ignorance of not holding a door open for a women How dare, how dare this man show no care for her presents
Each moment I spend with you, Countless emotions are coming through. Every time I see your smiles, I laugh with tears in my eyes.
Her locks are bestowed by those among angels Her beauty could cast a dead man from his grave!
Sometimes, I am confused. Can’t explain this love anymore. Why I have to hide it for so long? Can I make this a beautiful song?
By: Jacob Cardarelli
Yet this despicable heavy head, lead brained bastard! Cannot capture a single important detail! His close-minded perspective would recall the incident as innocent Would you claim that a man does not need to change his path to absorb the microscopic satisfaction of being polite? I am trapped within a time of week men Men who do not take advantage of every opportunity in life to bring others a moment of happiness………What men?
By: Alon Calinao Dy
My love for you is strong and true. The sunrise that colors the velvet sky, The fountain that shimmers pearly blue, And the sun that beats down on me. Now I cover my eyes with tears, As I live through the days without fears. In my heart there is joy That weeps incessantly.
The man I speak of is an aging boy
9
ken abraham, jacob zurawski, marc carver. Ticking Away
By: Ken Abraham
I put the popcorn in the microwave, The countdown begins, 1:59 1:58 1:57 1:56 My life is ticking away, I see the second hand sweeping slowly around, It seems it takes a minute to demark ten seconds, The instrument moves relentlessly, My life is ticking away, The sun is rising, the day is dawning, The sky is bright now, darkness fades, One more night has passed, My life is ticking away, The sun now sets, Time has no breaks, Tick, tick, tick, tick, My life is ticking away, I shall address this ticking my way, By making the most of today.
Untitled Jacob Zurawski Micron and Prism colors on paper
Tears
By: Marc Carver When she cries It makes me laugh. She cries because she cannot get her way. If she was crying for someone else It would be different
10
And I may even, cry along with her, The way I do, when I feel sorry for someone else. The way i do when someone has been hurt or through injustice. But she will never do this So when she cries I laugh.
douglas somers, l kinney, seymour. Time’s Daughter By: Seymour
I buried her under a cloud of words Injected a fever in her brain. My words were like icy crystals On a sub-zero evening Forming a living entity under her skin. I pounded her mercilessly, Snapping my words at the ground Ricocheting them off her glazed eyes. Prompted by a millionth repetition, A frustration of riches Frustration clothed in mourning garments Seeking reasons for being. Existence borne of a heart unwilling to die. The outlook more sad refrains Glistening from hound-dog eyes And more impolitic responses With each kindling of mortality. Hour-sword scabbarded in a rapier of seconds Where Roman numerals reign. Until wrapped in an ebon corpsebag And darkness overwhelms. a poem about everything douglas somers Painting
Star Struck By: L Kinney
Are you star struck? Cosmic superfunked? I’m in the supernova surfing the atmosphere. Hold me under and tell me to breathe. Not for this ill-usion forge fated infusion.
Water them down to sell them as lies. Only to realize they’ve already been sold. I’ve been cosmic funktified. Gold rushed masterfied. In the supernova surfing the atmosphere.
The door opened and Time’s daughter fell inelegantly to the floral bedspread Surrounded by happy flowers. The clock on the wall read twelve, Lips turned downward unhappy in death as in life What provenance when Her silence left no rippling waters behind.
11
jan haskell. Thoughts on Freedom By: Jan Haskell
The other day I was listening to conservative radio, and the guest was talking about Fredric Douglas. For those who are not aware of who Fredric Douglas was, he was a slave during the early part of the 1800’s. After he got his freedom, he became very active in the abolitionist movement. What I found most interesting about his life was what rose him above his situation of slavery, not only in the bondage of the body but also of the soul. His life story still has the ability to rise us up from the bondage we find in our personal life, be it an ism or that of personal situation. Fredric Douglas was born a slave in Maryland on a large plantation. As a young child, he watched other slaves beat and whipped, family members and friends sold off and killed. The understanding was that the purpose of a slave was to serve. That by serving the master in-turn they were serving god, and thus the master had the power to give salvation or to punish. This rational was not just pushed on the slaves, but also on all of Americas. It became an essential part of what we call now institutional slavery. As a young boy, Fredric was sent to Baltimore to be a play toy for one of his masters relatives young sons. It was here the he found the magic of letters. He would hide the lesson books used by the masters son, and when left alone, taught himself the basics of reading.
12
Slaves were meant to be kept illiterate. A slave that could read and write, could also then reason that the bondage they were under was an act of one man over another, and not the will of god. By allowing themselves to stay ignorant, they were as much to blame for their slavery as the chains that bound them. One of the first books Fredric Douglas stole was the bible. He read it cover to cover over and over again. When he was a young man, he was shared out to a local man to work his farm. The farmer would beat the slaves as a means of reminding them that they were nothing but animals. When he told Douglas to work and Douglas took the longest first step to freedom by saying “NO!� A slave could not say no without putting their life at risk. The farmer started to come at Douglas, But Douglas stood his ground and a fight ensued. Fredric Douglas beat the farmer down in front of other slaves, he had broken two rules to survival saying no and putting hand on a white man. The first steps to freedom, the ability to rationalize and taking the power to say no. No I wont be beaten or abused, No human or institution has the power to give me salvation, No I wont ware your yoke of church or political ideology. If we wish to really understand freedom to understand how important our consent really is, maybe it is time we revisited the life of those who chose to stand up in the face of death rather then kowtow to those that will is to enslave us.
alexander landerman.
Honey BBQ Rabbit Alexander Landerman Letterpress and charcoal www.alexander-landerman.com
13
douglas somers, donors, index. advertisers Bitchin’ Kitsch
16
mcfishenburger
10, 13
Second Space
6
www.talbot-heindl.com Vote November 6
13 7, 9, 12
artists Abraham, Ken Andrew Peterson of OVER NIGHT EMPIRE
3
Cardarelli, Jacob
9
Carver, Marc
7
Dy, Alon Calinao
9
Hardie, Brian
8
Hostovsky, Paul
we love our donors!
We love our donors, and to prove it, we’re going to let you know who they are. Without their generosity, the Bitchin’ Kitsch would probably not make it through the year. If you would like to become a donor and see your name here, email chris@talbot-heindl.com and make your pledge. acquaintences of the bitchin’ kitsch ($1-10) Colin Bares, Casey Bernardo, Eric Krszjzaniek, Dana Lawson, Jason Loeffler, Justin Olszewski friends of the bitchin’ kitsch ($11-50) Charles Kelly, Kenneth Spalding lovers of the bitchin’ kitsch ($51-100) Scott Cook, Jan Haskell, Keith Talbot partners of the bitchin’ kitsch ($101 & up) The Talbot-Heindl’s, Felix Gardner
14
10
Cluff, Mike
Haskell, Jan
random pattern douglas somers Painting
10
12 7
Kinney, L
11
Landerman, Alexander
13
Lee, Robin
cover
LM & XY
6
Patton, David E.
7
Roth, Sy
7
Seymour
11
Smith, Robert Lavett somers, douglas
6 11, 14
Talbot-Heindl, Chris
8, 15
Jacob Zurawski
5, 10
a talbot-heindl project 1600 reserve st, stevens point, wi 54481 www.talbot-heindl.com