so, please rsvp to the potluck tomorrow. even people i don’t know are coming, how about people I DO KNOW!? thanks..
www.standupsd.com
‘attend a potluck’
search under area code 60640 for "erica’s potluck" and RSVP.
thanks a bunch.
hey, many of you have already received a message from me about this, but i’m working it again…
this saturday, october 7th at 7pm i am having a potluck at my apartment in chicago to raise money to help fight the abortion bans being proposed (and voted on) in several states, in particular, the south dakota ban. this is a serious situation. and a sad one.
you can help in several ways: donate! rsvp and attend the potluck, donate online-send a check, whatever! come to my potluck! just please rsvp, even if you can’t make it. and no donation is too small! just click on the link below-or email me for more information.
http://www.standupsd.com/page/event/detail/w53
appreciate it,
erica
“I think I’m going to love you for a long time,” I told you once, and then ran out of the room on you, because you said nothing.
I told you, when I am afraid, I throw up. The stomach, you know, is higher up in your body than you are taught. Its not inside the belly but above that, under your rib cage. And the stomach is a whole other heart, and when the heart breaks, even from small things, the stomach does too. I’ve found that sometimes my stomach and heart form a team and I will ring the bowl with blood and bile trying to get the poison out.
You know I don’t believe in trying to control other people. You can, sometimes. And, you absolutely cannot. I don’t think things happen for a reason, as some say, there are reasons for things, I suppose, but you can never pin point them, the way things unravel. The bombs that are dropped suddenly onto your routine.
When you talk to me, every muscle in my mouth holds my lips together tightly so that I don’t scream, don’t you fucking dare take yourself away from this world. Don’t you dare disappear on me.
You would love me for a long time, when the sky wasn’t so lush behind you, when we could not romanticize traffic noise, and sleeping on the wooden floors, trying to get by, when the sky was so dull and grey it was hard to justify moving one foot in front of the other. Silence was the killer and I would have rather you blacked out my eyes.
Now the sky is staring at us, a blue so intense it burns, swallows us whole. You cannot turn away from it. A six month sunrise, an entire spectrum of colors you cannot name, like the color of snow at midnight, colors you cannot fully accept as real. I know you want to lead a vibrant life, a passionate life, where you feel every needle of every pine that you climb, every drop of sweat off every lover, sickeningly sweet to the public, or sick to your own stomach.
I know that you believe the possibility of being dead is much more realistic than the possibility of being great. That people will love you as dearly as you want them to only once you’re gone. And I think, you are probably right, the world loves you better dead, but you are still only a stranger.
ha! didn’t think so.
i’m listening to aaliyah’s “back and forth” and thinking about how i don’t want to dress my self and go to work. but i will.
what are you all up to? didn’t you want to submit to small happy and you just plain forgot? whats there to lose. submit now, and i’ll save it for next issue. xoxo
however, all i can think about is how i want to cut my sinuses out of my face. AND: remind you, invite you, encourage you
to go to the hothouse 31 e. balbo, chicago, this sunday august 20th by 8pm (come early to get a good table); bring friends, $10 for a ticket, and your debit card for the bar, and yell loudly for me and matiss. thank you.
to make my lifeworthwhile (hows that for a guilt trip!hah)
GET PUBLISHED:
submit your 150 words about anything to ericaburkhart@yahoo.com
to make small happy #2 even more beautiful.
Attention brilliant Friendsters, etc:
get published.
submit your 150-180 word paragraphs on any
topic, photos, comics or collages to
small happy #2.
Email submissions ericaburkhart@yahoo.com by
July 22, 2006. (That is 11 days. no more
procrastinating)
small happy is a quarterly compilation of
paragraphs and images. Each zine is handbound
and unique and sold throughout chicago and
beyond.
You can write about whatever you want, even
fictionalized memoirs are acceptable!
So for example you could write a passage about a
wasp that injects venom into a spider to turn it
into a zombie, a detailed description of the flaws
of your father (or the government) or a fake
obituary, it doesn’t even have to have punctuation.
dig through those shoeboxes full of letters and
writings, drawings, photographs, or turn off the TV
and put your imaginations on paper.
small happy is waiting for you!
with love and affection.
ladies of s.h.
(erica, erin, katy & urs)
i am in shock!!!!!!!!!!!!!
June 23rd 8pm Small Happy Zine
Party at Quimby’s
1854 W. North Avenue
Come celebrate the first issue of Small Happy, a zine comprised of unrelated paragraphs and art collaged together by four strange and wonderful ladies (Erin Davis, Katy Rabbitt, Ursula Copenheaver and Erica Burkhart).
The event will include readings by Amanda Krupman (a multi-talented performer-of Girly-Q burlesque), Erica Burkhart (romantic scientist and band-mate of the late Sunday Tore Downs), aimee brown (interdisciplinary artist originally from the dirty south) and P. Genesius Durica (published in the Indiana Review, the Mid-American Review, Blue Mesa, Tinhouse and Spork). With juggling by Matiss Duhon (tall, dark and dangerous), and Other Special Guests TBA! Wine and Beer provided. Small Happy with be available for purchase at Quimby’s: $12 Color, $6 B&W.
Contact Erica at ericaburkhart@yahoo.com for info.
I KNOW YOU”RE GONNA READ THIS AND COME NOW!!
i still am highly amused by the fact that friendster sends every poor one of your “friends” (real, fake, percieved, or other) a message saying you’ve updated your blog. well, this isn’t my real blog. my real blog is over in livejournal land and if you are really and truly interested in reading some mundane shit and some other slightly more interesting than mundane shit, you can always drop me a line….
the other, more important, reason, for updating this blog is that it might be a better way to communicate than the bulletin board. for instance: please submit to the small happy #2. do you see that hot ass picture of the small happy editors? well, we’re waiting to dive into the next round of submissions. so send your paragraph 130-150 words, any topic, or your art, your photo, your nude sculpture to me at ericaburkhart@yahoo.com, and don’t be intimidated by the lack of subject matter. it means you are almost completely unlimited except if i think its more mundane than my livejournal….or uh…goes beyond the word limit.
