"I'll bet those Golden Tickets make the chocolate taste terrible."

We decided to form this Collective because We could no longer wait for someone else to come along and start the fire. That invitation to the Algonquin Round Table was not (was INEXPLICABLY not) forthcoming, and no team of highly motivated, warehouse-having East Coast Burners had yet enlisted our brilliance for their sculpture.

Had we accidentally eaten the Golden Ticket, thinking it was a fancy edible decoration?

How many more years would we wait for the call telling us we'd won the cultural lottery, without ever knowing where to enter?

(At a bar writing this, with besuited men by my elbow discussing how to "be a big fish in a small pond." A few blocks back, I passed a park full of Occupy DC tents and, across the street, that man in the suit covered with question marks. I WANT TO BE AN EXCLAMATION POINT. And a small pond means stagnation, algae bloom, and leeches. Bring me the endlessly renewing River of Art, the river you can't step into twice, and let me add my little drops to the river.)

"I don't drink water, 'cause of what fish do in it." - W.C. Fields

We might be accused of shilling, because one of the very first posts in this blog is [going to be] part of Rachel Kramer Bussel's Virtual Book Tour -- it will not be a review so much as the closest we could come to a READING. This is not shilling; this is enthusiasm. This is Our virtual pub, virtual arts colony, virtual Algonquin Round Table, virtual Burner workshop, virtual salon, and what we wanted tonight was to have the lovely, talented, and incredibly arts-scene-supportive RKB share with us her latest enthusiasm. We wish you to envision a smoky bar (not so smoky you can't breathe; but yes, an artful curl of grey rising between you & the stage, where RKB stands in all her delectable glory, reading from... I'm sorry, is there any better book title than "Women In Lust"? D.H. Lawrence himself would be trying to elbow his way to a table by the stage.

"Lawrence had said to me women had no souls and couldn't love. So I broke a plate over his head." -- Frieda Lawrence

And somewhere in this virtual crowd, I am pretty sure a tray of cupcakes is being passed.

So that is coming to the EFAC Blog on November 9th, but you can start the virtual tour on November 1st and check out all these other places We haven't read yet: http://womeninlust.wordpress.com/2011/09/20/17/ In the meantime, let's get on with being creative and undaunted.

djh

Virtual Book Tour

http://womeninlust.wordpress.com/2011/09/20/17/

EFAC will be reviewing "Women In Lust" on November 9th, as part of the Virtual Book Tour (a different blog will excerpt and/or review the book every day in November).

We now have to figure out how to post images in Blogger...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rachelkramerbusseldotcom/5926744910/sizes/l/in/photostream/

Here is some more information on the book, which we have not yet read!

http://womeninlust.wordpress.com/about

like a flickering flame, delicious

EFAC Flickr pool

EFAC zine "Tastes Like Burning" (#1) pictorial

paper zines, tangible objects

We still have somewhat more than half a dozen of the small, actual physical objects. These may be acquired by means of SASE, although we are also accepting cashy donations that may lead to the zine-procurer's being treated to other small physical items created or embellished by the Collective.

EFAC is here!

Extinct Flightless Arts Collective, on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/extinctflightless

because we love the Tenebrous

"She had lost weight, and it had been taken from her face. But she had good color, having sunned frequently in the hospital's solarium, and the thinning of her face gave a quality of spirituality to her beauty it had lacked before.

She---

But hold it! Hold it right there!"

(Jim Thompson, The Rip-Off)

It is a book I grabbed off the free shelf at work; sometimes this job is too fab.

La Tenebrous tagged me to post this, but I am not tagging onward because I hardly even know anyone with blogger accounts (or, anyone she hasn't already tagged).
http://tenebrouskate.blogspot.com/

But I am pleased at the serendipity, because I had previously promised Our Tenebrous Empress that I would lend her some Jim Thompson books, and then I went to the dusty milkcrate shelves at home and could not find a single rollicking hardboiled noir paperback. I used to love this stuff (I'm sure I still do), but in 20 years it has somehow all been lent out, given away, lost, stolen, used to stanch the bleeding in unremembered wounds, stashed away on a boat, traded for other books, or consigned to a box in someone else's attic/basement/closet.

I try to resist the free shelves here, because one runs the risk of OD'ing on uncorrected publisher's proofs of crappy new anthologies, alarming memoirs, or analyses of the current situation in one of the places that always has a current situation. But then every once in a while! And on the same day that I got me the Jim T., I also nabbed an Uz Jsme Doma CD.