(FFWD to 1:59)
Tonight Opiums Magazine is having a Literary Death Match where for readers pair up and read their own work for eight minutes or less that that and a winner is chosen by myself and Todd Barry and I and Ben Adams from Bloomsbury. The winners from each competition will have to compete against each other, after; in a non-literary, physical competition style. In the past times it’s been everything there is or could be from face-punching to who can eat a rat the longest without puking their face. Tonight may be a three-legged-races, I don’t no. Whatever it is, I promise to me meaner than a junky’rd dog and more sarcastic than a bored aristocrats monarchy man. Oh yeah and the girl who used to do that zine Rollerderby is one of the reeders.
Here’s the info…
June 25 2009
Literary Death Match
New York City, Ep. 15
When: Thursday, June 25; Doors at 7:00, show at 8:00 p.m. (sharp)
Where: Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery.
Cost: $10 (and an issue of Opium 8–a $2 value!) or $5 (if you’ve managed to procure the magazine by other means)
Hosted by: Todd Zuniga & Erin Hosier
Readers: Julie Metz (Perfection), Lisa Crystal Carver (Drugs Are Nice), Felicia Luna Lemus (Like Son), and Zachary Mexico (China Underground)
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06.25.09 at 10:35 am
yo — did you proofread this at all? this shit is seriously effed up like every third word.
06.25.09 at 11:45 am
Did you see Mailer’s Tough Guys Don’t Dance? Mailer was a secret serial killer.
….and where was Rip Taylor when this fight happened?
06.25.09 at 12:06 pm
Does your vote count twice Glaive?
06.25.09 at 12:10 pm
lern 2 spel
06.25.09 at 12:31 pm
Wow, you guys are smart. He’s a literary judge who can’t write. Get it? Do you all need to go back to joke school?
06.25.09 at 12:48 pm
I regret not being alive when white people called each other “baby.”
Rip Torn looks like a Texan Norman Mailer and Norman Mailer looks like a Jewish Rip Torn, baby.
06.25.09 at 1:42 pm
SUCH POETIC IRONY! You truly are the bard of Brooklyn Gav’
06.25.09 at 3:04 pm
Norman Mailer was the shit.
06.25.09 at 5:21 pm
need i say ‘bukowski’? (no, i won’t say hemingway, i hate that guy!)
in france we have that guy called alain soral, quite a big laugh too. he wants to fight everything that lives and does not share his political/philosophical views. i saw him once in the metro : SCARY. FUCKING. LAD.
06.25.09 at 5:52 pm
wtf is this shit can someone explain it please
is norman mailer the fat old guy? and who is the young CRAZY dude?
old fat guy should have KNOCKED his head off. in front of the kids or not.
what the hell was that man / baby.
06.25.09 at 11:17 pm
- Espèce de grand connard!
06.26.09 at 12:13 am
My mongoloid cousin can use better syntax. Clearly, going cold turkey has done more harm than good.
06.26.09 at 2:19 am
i went to the literary death match, and gavin was a total asshole. i guess his brand of humor involves being a sexist homophobic jerk. very creative.
06.26.09 at 3:16 pm
[...] winner of the Literary Death Match was Lisa Suckdog, hands down. She took something as esoteric as getting fired for discussing [...]
06.27.09 at 3:32 pm