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The Salon at Synchronicity LA
Saturday, February 27th, 2010
Posted by Maxey Fish and Sea
Every two weeks we wrangle up poets, musicians, writers, artists, performers of all kinds and create a venue to share works of creativity. We call it the Salon. Here’s a taste. YOU should come and share or just watch or drink or chat or throw tomatoes.
Music compliments of beloved Synchronicity member, Amelie Julac.
Fellow Synchronicity LA brother Poet John Paul the Third performs his spoken word piece, “Dedication to Women Who Love Women.” When JP3 and I shared a room we’d improvise a little spoken word/slide guitar combination. Here we are collaborating at a recent Salon.
We so love the amazing women of and around Synchronicity LA.
Our neighbor Tin performs another hit of hers, Mr. Shoeshine.
MORE ABOUT THE SALON
A fortnightly forum for performers, writers, musicians, and artists to meet, share, network, socialize, inspire and be inspired!
The gathering will provide: 1) a space for us to have our work seen where we can receive comments and critiques if we so choose (after everyone shares), 2) a supportive community and the possibility to network/collaborate with other creators, and 3) an outside motivation to proceed with projects that may otherwise disappear into the ether!
Projects need not be finished; you can be at any point in the creative process, and the Salon may serve to help you find direction and/or as a regular check-in on progress. All art is welcome… acoustic music, spoken word, poetry, prose, dancing, clowning, stand-up comedy, weird performance-arty stuff, paintings, drawings, sculpture… whatever you want to share.
In open-mic fashion, there will be sign-up slots so that there’s a structure to it, and some sort of time limit so that everyone gets their turn. Afterwards, we can just hang out and make merry and magic! Feel free to bring wine, but don’t puke on the poetry.
We’re just starting this up, so the day may change, but it will be happening every other week on Westmoreland Blvd.
Flapper garb encouraged but not mandatory.
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Reading Maps.
Thursday, June 25th, 2009
Posted by jpmartinez
A Poem by JP Martinez.
It’s the feeling of familiarity.
Familiar voices that speak to your unheard thoughts.
Familiar eyes that reflect a mirror made of flesh
Familiar smiles that laugh, Familiar frowns that cry,
In ways that we have known for so long only in ourselves.
Where they remain as dormant reflections.
Leaving imprints into our memories.
It’s not till you come home again,
Where sullen gazes and quick glances
Act as a montage of moments passing
Turning our stories into a map
Of where we might have been,
and where we might be going.
As we march along into unknown territory inevitably finding unused paths, making new lives, and rediscovering ourselves.
Knowing that we can venture further than we believed,
Without the slightest fear of getting lost.
Because we can always
Come home again for the first time,
To see faces that laugh and cry a lot like ours.
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Community Dishes
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009
Posted by Maxey Fish and Sea
Community Dishes
A Palindromic Poem by Ryan
I chomp jam.
I live pots & pans.
I snap & stop evil.
I, Ma, JP, Mochi.
*… two weeks later… my sister writes:
“mochi backwards is ihcom, not i chom- is that legal, or is C.E. Maxey turning over in his grave?”
C.E. is my grandfather that used to write a ton of palindromes. He is DEFINITELY turning over in his grave. Sorry sir!
Tags: dishes, palindrome, poem
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House Adoration Haiku.
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009
Posted by jpmartinez
There’s this thing we do
House Adoration Haiku
Create together
-JP
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further down
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
we’re growin around, but we can’t grow up
we’re all constantly cravin somethin to think up to explain ourselves
we’re growin around, but we can’t grow up
and i’m screamin in dreamland, but don’t wake me up i’m ok, ok?
the sound of the streetlight’s growin on me,
and i am surrounded by what will be
the death of me
go further down
go further down
go further
imagine a place where you can stay that way forever
then tell me why
tell me why it doesn’t exist in this life
we’re growin around but we can’t grow up
we’re all constantly cravin something to think up to explain ourselves
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the festival
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
i saw the tree of life with bodies for branches and leaves like flashes of light swaying left
and then right and our bodies went left
and then right with them in the wind with
palm tree jungles and green green grass growing
inside and around as
our bodies
shranked deeper
into the earth
stay close, don’t leave me, let me feel your pulse, put your hand here
i saw purples and greens on your face,
shadows on the ceiling of a train
beating,
beating,
blinking,
oblivion. i’ll close my eyes and unbecome
bring me to your red-burgundy world my love,
my living
brown eyes and brown faces and flight
goodnight, my darling,
find my in your waking life
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painted glass
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
the image is of a glass wall
erected by (h)ours
surrounding the deepest of us
and different colored paint layers making it opaque
and we each a different solvent-thinner-remover
for one color.
glass not to break down
but to see through
to the deepest
most precious
most beautiful you
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nobody knows, no no
Friday, June 19th, 2009
Posted by tin
well, i went to the bar and i ordered a stella
and you’d think that the bartender was a nice fella,
but he said “hey miss, can i see some ID,”
and i swear you shoulda seen the look he gave to me
so i got out my card and i said “here ya go”
and i walked away from him and to the dance floor
and i got out my pipe, said “hey, gotta light?”
and i just don’t remember the rest of the night
nobody knows, no no!
nobody knows, no no!
well, the beaches of santa monica are pretty
(but they’re prettier if you’re pretty damn tipsy)
and i sang and danced , i made love in the water
do you remember how cold it was and how it didn’t bother us?!
nobody knows, no no!
nobody knows, no no!
ooohhh well, i said goodbye to you ten months ago
and i’m still singin songs about stories i’ve told
and i don’t know where i’m goin
but I KNOW WHERE I’VE BEEN!
and i don’t know what crazy shit i’ll end up in!
nooo.. body knows!
no no!
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House Adoration Haiku
Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
Posted by Amyelis
Our house is people
so many places and things
A self-realized noun
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you to the who who who
Sunday, May 10th, 2009
Posted by jchaseinyoface
oh yea music makers in the pit
prepare to play yo music
whatever it is.
happy mothers day!
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