QUEER OPEN MIC - Fetish Fashion Strongly Encouraged!

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 24^th

 

QUEER OPEN MIC

Featuring local performance poet Daphne Gottlieb

 

When:
Friday September 24
Sign up @7:15 Show @ 8pm

Where:
Three Dollar Bill Cafe
1800 Market@Octavia
 
How:

$1-$5 donation – no one turned away for lack of funds

OPEN MIC @ Three Dollar Bill Cafe is here again – flushed and flirty from the enthusiastic support of writers, singers, performers and audiences that are packing the joint every second and fourth Fridays of the month! On September 24^th we will feature the intensely stunning and razor blade sharp work of nationally renowned San Francisco poet Daphne Gottlieb (full bio below), there will be prizes for every reader and a free raffle for one lucky audience member.

In only it’s second month, QUEER OPEN MIC has already been hailed as “one of the best open mic’s I’ve ever been to” by August featured reader Lauren Wheeler; “an incredibly supportive environment” by the up and coming Goddess Barbara; compared to the iconic Josie’s Juice joint by Joyce Slaton of the SF Weekly; and has featured Jackie Strano, Shar Rednour, Lynnee Breedlove and Lauren Wheeler and on the open mic included amazing surprises by such local luminaries as Horehound Stillpoint, Jen Collins, Monique Everhart, and Fresh! White.

 

Scheduled upcoming featured readers include:Erin O’Briant (10/8); Miriam Sachs-Martin & Sherilyn Connelly (10/22); and Kirk Read (11/12)

QUEER OPEN MIC happens on the 2nd and 4th Fridays of every month at the THREE DOLLAR BILL CAFÉ on the first floor of the SF LGBT COMMUNITY CENTER at 1800 Market @ Octavia in SF and is hosted by Cindy M. Emch.

Open Mic sign up begins at 7:30, readings start at 8pm. $1-5 donations benefit the Femina Potens (www.feminapotens.com) and The Center (www.sfcenter.org) in an effort to encourage more queer radical art in our community. No one turned away for lack of funds. (Open mic readers get 5 minutes, one poem or 3 pages of prose, whichever fits the material best)

 

Daphne Gottlieb Bio

www.finalgirl.net

San Francisco-based Performance Poet Daphne Gottlieb stitches together the ivory tower and the gutter just using her tongue. She is the author of Final Girl (Soft Skull Press, 2003), Why Things Burn (Soft Skull Press, 2001) and Pelt (Odd Girls Press, 1999). Final Girl was named one of the The Village Voice's Favorite Books of 2003, and received rave reviews from Publisher's Weekly, The San Francisco Chronicle and The Village Voice. Why Things Burn was the winner of a 2001 Firecracker Alternative Book Award (Special Recognition — Spoken Word) and was also a finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for 2001.

Recent press has praised her work as "fierce," "unapologetic," "scorching" and "deliriously gutsy." She has been widely published in journals and anthologies including nerve.com, Exquisite Corpse and Short Fuse: A Contemporary Anthology of Global Performance Poetry.

Besides anchoring three national performance poetry tours, recently featuring with Maggie Estep, Hal Sirowitz and Lydia Lunch, Gottlieb has also appeared across the country with the Slam America bus tour and with notorious all-girl wordsters Sister Spit. She has performed at festivals coast-to-coast, including South by Southwest, Bumbershoot, and Ladyfest Bay Area.

She is the poetry editor of the online queer literary magazine Lodestar Quarterly, as well as Other Magazine and was a co-organizer of ForWord Girls, the first spoken word festival for anyone who is, has been or will be a girl, which was held in September 2002.

Gottlieb has also performed and taught creative writing workshops around the country, from high schools and colleges to community centers. She received her MFA from Mills College.  

 

For more QUEER OPEN MIC info contact:
Cindy M. Emch, indigo_cin@yahoo.com

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tired
grumpy
must work
must work

write new press release
send around
do day job minutiae

how does anyone get through this crap with less than three cups of coffee?
i've only had two...

must get my booty moving
i have delved back into the pattern of missing events that i want to go to
and being bitter and tired at home
and completely unproductive

i am developing a fear of the phone

i think i need a vacation...

Actually Eight

So I did one of those "answer these questions, send around to your friends and let's all get to know random facts" sorts of emails earlier
they tend to amuse me and if nothing else, start some interesting conversations and remind folks on opposite coasts that we do indeed still exist and hey maybe we should write

so in all of this - some co-workers were on the recipient list
and the question over and over is

in answer to
"how many car accidents have you been in?"
I said "Seven" which is wrong, it's actually eight, with a death toll of four cars

is that a lot?

Let's break it down
as a Michigan native I lost three cars to deer before leaving the state
including
1. 13th day of being 16 and being a driver, on my first night out on the town (ie study date at a friends house ona school night) I completely smushed the radiator into the engine block when I hit a deer - i was going 85 miles an hour - I was a peta card carrying vegetarian - I killed the hell out of both the car and the deer

2. while on a road trip in the upper peninsula when I was 19, a deer ran out across the road and I side swiped it - bye car, bye deer

3. random deer smash - details fuzzy

Then we have the random acts of idiot

me - 20, driving forward through a green light, 16 year old boy turns left into my car, reason: and I quote "dude I couldn't see you car, it was white"
this of course happened at around 1 in the afternoon on a lear and sunny day, he was driving north...

me- tipsy passenger in my own car, Emily decides that she doesn't need a lot of room to break on icy roads - bump - there's another car

me - 19 driving a car load of potheads to the Cypress Hill show in Detroit so I can go to the open mic at Gotham City Cafe while they're at the show, when exiting the freeway, the car following me because they don't know how to get to Detroit rear ends me, why? they're very stoned. A few hours of using a sledgehammer to get the back bumper off of the rear tire so I can drive Kima's car back to our small town ensue (second car heads off to concert with my directions in hand)

me - 17 (and dumb) let Steven drive my car, with me as passenger to the liquor store since he needs practice driving - he hits a parked car

does the time in 1997 in oakland when my window got smashed out count?

and finally, the grand finale
Spring 2003 - I am driving home from a pop culture conference at UC Santa Cruz, when on the 20, near the Alemany Exit, a pair of teenagers are racing in the right lane, one of them hits a Jaguar and then spins into the next lane hitting a HUGE ford fashion pick up pushing it into my lane, where I go smash and am slammed into the guard wall - yes indeed - four car pile up for little old me. It even made it into the Chronicle.

So there's 8, nine if you count the window smash. But over 16 year of driving - it's not really so bad, is it?