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The Velvet Chamber   Leave a comment

Snow White Poisoned Apple

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In all my time working in libraries, the 398s have consistently been my favorite call numbers to browse. Fairly tales, folk tales, legends, they all have an allure to me that I can’t fully explain. I love reading how such tales evolved over time, for example, Goldilocks was originally an old woman and a thief before the Victorian era when she became a cute little blond with her bloomers showing. Who knew?

This fascination shows up time and again in my writing, and the piece of flash fiction that Tales from the Velvet Chamber posted earlier this year is no exception. Snow White: Sadist, (TVC has it under the original title, Snow White is Bored), explores the mind of our classic soprano Dr. Doolittle, why she would open the door, consistently, for random people just happening by a cabin in the darkest wood, where no one ever goes. Why she would choose to overlook, time and again, the warnings of the dwarfs, and put herself in jeopardy. My spin is boredom, and the wrong animal confidant.

The deadline for this project, by the way, is the end  of October. Here’s what she’s looking for:

Stories that radically revise stereotypes of “bad women” in the Bible, in myth and in fairy-tales. Stories that aren’t afraid to be literary, transgressive, dark, and sexy. Think: Lilith, Medea, the Wicked Stepmother, the Evil Witch, Pandora, Eve, crones, sibyls, fates, muses. Contemporary adaptations are fine. Mythical adapations equally welcome.

Email story in word attachment to laslugocki@gmail.com Subject line: Submission. Documents should be double-spaced, 12 pt. font, Times New Roman. Paragraphs should be indented five spaces. Bio (necessary) and contact information in the upper right hand corner. Stories should not exceed 5,000 words. Please do not send work-in-progress. Final drafts only.

Apparatus Magazine   Leave a comment

Jack Kerouac by photographer Tom Palumbo, circ...

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Apparatus Magazine published two of my poems in April, “Bargain Bin Blues” and “Jack and Me”.  Both poems really owe a lot to my life experiences, but both approach them from very different times in my life, and in different ways.

“Bargain Bin Blues” is all about the soundtrack of my college years in Lynchburg, Virginia. A lot of jam bands, Blues Traveler, Dave Matthews Band, and the campfires and freedoms of a person’s late teens and early twenties, where the rules are few, and so is the money. It doesn’t say in the poem, but the CD in question is the soundtrack for the film White Man’s Burden.

Where Bargain Bin riffs off of the musical soundtrack of my life, Jack and Me is all about the poetry that influenced me in the beginning, specifically that of the Beats. I was in love with Jack Kerouac in high school. Crazy dark-haired alcoholic mama’s boy is an acquired taste for some, but has been a type that has always gotten me into trouble. I blame Jack.

In Gerald Nicosia‘s critical biography Memory Babe, he relates a story about how Jack  at a young age would play a mental game with himself while riding in his father’s car, pretending to mow trees down, counting mailboxes, things like that. I would do the same thing. The character Galatea in On the Road was based on a woman named Helen. My Roman name in Latin class was Galatea. Freaky coincidences that don’t really mean much now, but to an easily swayed sixteen year old it was a sign from above, that I would be a writer. Not just a writer, but a Writer!!!!!

So, time changes everything. I got my dark-haired doe eyed drunk, and it was not a happy ending. Is it ever? I wrote a poem poking fun at myself a little, taking off the rosy glasses that romanticized the short life of a man who in the end was rather sad, and setting an expiration date for my life, many many years into the future. Stay tuned to see how that turns out.

Now it’s your turn. Has a childhood hero let you down? Have your ideals changed with time, wisdom, responsibilities and paychecks? Write about it, and let me know how it turns out.