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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Facial Geometry

Written with Maureen Seaton and Kristine Snodgrass, Facial Geometry is the literary equivalent of having a couple of friends over. It is an invitation to run the gauntlet of hilarity where every word is a whip-sharp feather. Experience a disturbing disintegration of authorial identity. Experience that identity reshape and reassemble as an intelligent chimera that stares you in the face with as many faces as you can imagine. Read excerpts in the November 2006 issue of Admit2. If you're brave enough to buy our chapbook visit NeOPP Press.

What's a chapbook you ask? Well, it is a generic term to cover a particular genre of pocket-sized booklet, popular from the sixteenth through to the later part of the nineteenth century.

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Monday, January 15, 2007

H_NGM_N





Here's an excerpt from Z - A with my collaborator, Maureen Seaton

Z – A


Zeeeee: Is a small yet visible phenomenon exerted on a body rotating directly upon
any moving wind of objects at the poles and goes east to zero at the
equator because it is an apparent right directed outwards in a clockwise
velocity in a non-appreciable suspension non-advection similar to the
Zeeman effect.

Y (Why) Brings to mind the breach between the Seen and the Unseen; or, in other
more uncrinolined disciplines, the gross symbiotic effect recently stumbled
upon by Yasbel’s Knife or the Kaleidoscope of Rhizomes (See Kay.)

Xotic Haven’t seen Kay yet but news from Joan about swamps made it this way,
i.e., it’s okay to swim barefoot and petticoats are high fashion once again on
Thursdays.

V L


Read the full text at H_NGM_N.

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Friday, September 01, 2006

10 Questions for Richard Andreoli

10 Questions for Richard Andreoli

by Neil de la Flor

Richard Andreoli Cover

1. Well, Richard, I thought I'd start with the most controversial question first: Can you give us the inside scoop on Bo Derek, who stars in your upcoming show Fashion House, which premieres September 5th? Is she fabulous or what?

Seriously, this job was a dream come true. It’s my first mainstream TV credit and it got me out of the magazine writing rut. While I enjoyed writing entertainment interviews and restaurant reviews, it was exhausting. This is like entering into a new phase of my career and it’s pretty exciting.

In terms of Fashion House itself, Bo is brilliant as Maria Gianni, the ruthless head of a fashion empire based in Los Angeles (Go with us on that plot point, okay?). Maria was a delicious diva to write, but add in Morgan Fairchild as her arch enemy and you’ve got a series loaded with bitchy dialogue and awesome cat fights that will have people laughing for days.

The show will run Monday through Friday (with Saturday recap episodes) at 9pm on MyNetworkTV, and you can go to www.mynetworktv.com to find where it’s playing in your city. After three months, though, the series ends. They may repeat it, but I don’t know the details on that. Two new series will then start up to replace Fashion House and its sister show, Desire.

2. What else can you reveal about the show and will Joan Collins make a cameo?

Dearest Joan will not make a cameo, though much of our inspiration came from women like her, Heather Locklear, and other soap opera sisters whose over-the-top antics entertained us years ago. On the plus side, pretty much everyone in the show is a gorgeous model and they are constantly taking off their clothes. For example, I box twice a week so I added in some boxing work outs for the male lead in the show because a hot, sweaty, shirtless man in shorts who's punching a big hanging bag makes for good TV. Oh, and there's a certain Alfred Hitchcock leading lady who plays a pivotal role as well, but you won't see her interacting with Bo or Morgan.

3. Readers may not know you edited the book, Mondo Homo, a collection of queer lit. Tell us about your experience putting the book together-what was your selection criteria, most interesting works you stumbled across, and how has the book informed your fashion sense?

Mondo Homo was an attempt to capture a snapshot of the evolving queer culture. It's sort of a paradox to even say that, but I wanted to talk about what makes homos excited now, as opposed to the ancient stereotypes of Judy Garland, Barbara Streisand and all that. I assembled writers whose work I loved and whom I thought really embodied a vision of what was happening with queers today. I basically handpicked the writers I wanted and what topics I wanted them to hit. I also had them write in first-person-discussing queer culture from their personal experiences-because that made it more intimate and real. What I loved was how the writers really opened themselves up to an audience in ways they hadn't done before. David Ciminelli writes about using steroids and thus we get a reflection of how gym culture and body-image among homos, Dave White uses his acerbic wit to hit sex and gives the readers a real wake up call, and Smith Galtney captures that drug-induced experience of going to after-hours clubs and falling in love on a dance floor. These are the elements that shape our culture and I think it's good and important that we did it.

And will there be a Mondo 2: Electric Boogaloo? I get lots of requests but mostly from other writers or artists. I've been thinking about it, but at the moment I'm too busy on other projects.

More than my fashion sense-of which there is little-the book actually strengthened my overall philosophy that society's trappings are bullshit. Wear what you want, be who you want, and it doesn't matter. I know fags love a sexy body-God knows I do, too-but you shouldn't destroy your life trying to become this mythical uber-gay creature. Enjoy life, love yourself, and there will be tons of people out there who will toss the love right back at you.

4. Describe your biggest fashion faux pas?

My mullet. It was the 1990s. I had no excuse. And yes, there are photos but my husband has them and I fear he may use them against me some day if I ever piss him off.

5. With your extensive knowledge of pop culture and, specifically, queer culture I'm curious if you see trends in queer culture that alarm you? Surprise you? Encourages and/or inspires you?

On one hand I’m inspired by how the gay movement has progressed so rapidly. If you look at Stonewall as a big coming out moment for homos, we’ve really made tremendous progress in a short time. Admittedly, I’m a “glass half full” sort of guy, but I do think that lesbians and gay men coming out really helped change the face of homosexuality from being this shameful, secretive lifestyle into being what it really is: just a part of life. My one concern is the growing apathy in the gay community because young queers take a lot of our current life for granted. That could become our downfall.

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It’s also been inspiring to see so many queer faces on TV, especially on reality shows because they bring homosexuality to America. Like Steve, my partner, and I were just on HGTV’s show Urban Outsiders. We’re a happy gay couple living in our first house, and if I were a young queer I would think that was awesome. It’s these shows that have created a quiet queer revolution in pop culture. I find it fascinating that the gay gym culture has changed so much since I moved to LA in the early 1990s. Now it’s about being thin and pretty, whereas when I was in the scene it was so much more about muscles and hyper masculinity. Part of that may have had to do with AIDs and the fact that so many of our brothers were wasting away so we responded with adoring the opposite extreme, but it’s interesting and fun to see that evolution.

By the same token, I’m surprised by the sexual stupidity of some young homos. I mean, it’s great that they don’t have as many coming out hang-ups that we did, but in terms of safe sex they’re really lagging. STD infection rates are increasing, and there’s no reason for it. As an “elder” faggot let me spell it out: if you have unprotected sex you can get HIV! And even without HIV there are tons of really annoying STDs that will jack up your tool, so stop being stupid.

6. What impact do you think queer culture or any subculture can have on the mainstream?

Queer culture is the new mainstream. I think that’s one of the reasons why we are considered a threat by conservatives. We come from every walk of life— artists, writers, and musicians, executives and consumers, every race and nationality—and we influence culture in such a way that mainstream society adopts it as the norm. Look at how gaydar got scrambled when straight men embraced metrosexuality, or how shows like Dynasty and Fashion House aren’t gay, per se, and yet have a distinctly queer sensibility that mainstream audiences adore. Perhaps it’s that ability to subtly influence society that has allowed the LGBTQ community to advance so rapidly within the mainstream.

7. Gay marriage by 2008?

Okay, I know some people won’t like this, but please follow along before judging me… No, I don’t think it’ll happen. Gay marriage was one of the things that really hurt the democratic election in 2004. Bush supporters called swing States and lied. They said John Kerry was going to institute gay marriage, and that definitely swung some voters to the right. So I think the Democrats will avoid the issue as much as possible in 2008 so that they can get someone in office. And, frankly, I hope that tactic works.

Let me be clear: I’m all for gay marriage. My partner and I have it pretty good in California but we’re keenly aware of the battles lesbian and gay couples face in this country. But if we don’t have an ally in the White House then we can’t do anything for gay rights. Look at what’s happened under Bush. Nothing. We’re a joke they ignore. At least with an ally we can be heard.

8. You started out as a writer. How did you make the transition from writer to screenwriter to producing/participating in television shows?

I actually started out working in film and television development after graduating college— I thought it was the closest job I could get to being an actual writer. But basically I read scripts and told people they sucked, then I helped get those scripts into shape and produced. Eventually I realized I was unhappy because I wasn’t actually writing, so I gave that up to get into the magazine world. Mondo Homo came about mid-way through that, and then the transition to Fashion House was pretty easy.

9. Do you have a favorite Frivole item?

I have a love for Wonder Woman, so of course the Wonder Boy brief is my favorite. Unfortunately, I have a muscle butt (but if you love a man with an ass, there ain’t nothing unfortunate about it), so I don’t think I can wear it. That’s why I go for the Leather Suit because, well, I loves me some leather.

10. If you had to choose, Bionic Woman or Wonder Woman?

Wonder Woman, because she knew how to work those satin tights.

Links:

FRIVOLE – Return to Frivole.com, shop the collection, take the poll, tell us what you think.
Richard Andreoli – Everything you ever wanted to know about Richard can be found here.


Thursday, June 01, 2006

Poem With A Failed Tornado

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.





Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem With A Failed Tornado


Dear American Idol. Dear Cracked Corndog. Dear Stool Softener. Dear Orange You Glad To See Me: plop!

P, for plot of land, porky chops, all chopped up and nowhere to gamble, thimble on my plumb thumb, therefore—dance.

You are such a snob, little coupe. I bring you plums and what do I get? (Once I was a brownbudsman, once I had no broken feet.)

Once I had nothing brown. Now, everything is brown, even black is brown, the teller too, the tiny crumbs between your toes.

Don’t feed me! Feed me lechuga (lettuce). Feed me arroz (rice) con (with) pollo (pollo).
Feed me something uncorndogish.

Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone.

Poem With A Pagoda

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.





Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem without a Pagoda


Because the solemnity of the occasion broke down into little soldiers, I thought we’d start again with more juice.

But the panini was sliced in half before the oranges were squeezed.

And the gross point shot backwards. (Nothing in the world like a blue-eyed girl make you act so funny, make you spend your money.)

Nothing like ice hockey to make you eat Duncan.

I completely forgot how to bring strength to my numbers or to settle my timbers. Osteo Paratus!

Cerebus omnibus!

Keep your shoulders parallel to the ground. Da do run run. You are the keeper of the mouse—how can you not know what a cat would know,

synthetic fibers connected to his whiskers?

Poem With Fried Food

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.





Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem With Fried Food


Canary Island, Island of Greece, handmaiden fairmaiden, scruffy godmother, where art thou (you) thou (you), feathered goose.

Byproduct of all that ever was good about St. Butterman and the fetish poet.

South Carolina has banned coupons or tampons. Texas has banned water purification. Ohio has banned toast. Someone’s missing a boot.

And are we sorry? No. And have we learned anything? No! Who woke us up this morning?

The cold front? The fat sun? Flea bite? Song: “I Just Can’t Get Enough?” “Don’t Stop til You Get Enough?” “Give Me Your Blood and That Will Be Enough?”

Blood. Sticky munchhausen.

Van Heusen: the last thing she ironed before the fist. (Feast?)

Poem Without A Bed

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.





Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem Without a Bed


Othella, painless and shirtless, she (or he) failed pageantly into a bowl of pah.

Stah! No goodentiden to you, brudder bare.

Live and shared with trustywuurthy solidarity. P.S. Ya, she was stoned.

And therein flies the rubbermaidenstagen, Gorbechev.

Ich bien trabajo and merciless she boucouped before the coup d’etat went ballistic.

Now she’s back with her hunred dolla Bill float in her hip packet.

Hunred dolla, how dare you incite scrubby-loose change to her cure. Send her curses.
And a pillow.

Like she wud ever lie down.

Poem With A Canary

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.





Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem with a Canary

Myths begin with a monk destroying slugs in the garden. Underfoot now, they are like footprints of the Holy Spirit. Parrot, parakeet, lesbians sans s.

The H.S. is a replica of
a spiney remnant of
a cross-eyed optic of

Simply, whatever is flying around and is so small it is never seen ever but you feel something on the back of your head and bat it—

whap!

as if the laptop were a hummer
as if the icons were idols

Where do slugs begin?
And why do they call slugs slugs?
Why, oh why, do they call monks monks?


Monday, May 01, 2006

Facial Geometry

May 2006
Facial Geometry

by Maureen Seaton, Kristine Snodgrass and Neil de la Flor

I sat upright in the boat of freedom. All around me Congress held sessions of menthol and linearity. I was deposed of my inhibitory rights and swelled into ports of call. A crowd deployed and there he was: dressed up in desert clothes and grinning digital and “Iraqi”. On the back: Me as the Enemy. Love, Matt.

There’s another source of face interference. That’s Timbuktu. Here, in this timbuk kind of place, faces are engraved into treasure trunks and on the sides of royal sitting chairs. Here, where the ancients display their sex appeal, we challenge them with our sex (face) appeal.

Capisce?

I pulled the hackneyed freedom over my head. It could have been cashmere from Hermes or Chanel, but we don’t eat frittes with mayo. We don’t pronounce the word Taliban anymore. We don’t say hakim, instead: evil.

Schmevil.

There’s a face. It’s unctuous. Every time it proposes to me I fibrillate, sneezing. We’re all kind of heartbreaking. The reason we don’t know stuff is because we only use a fractal of our faces. It’s true. Count them.

I heard that it’s not worth knowing stuff because we destroy things in the process. (See marriage.) I also heard the economy of the future will be innovation driven, a kind of economy where artists and artisans will spew ideas that will save us all from the current milieu of non-ideas. It will be a grand place, such as Rome without emperors nor gladiators. (See Nirvana.)

Rejoinder: tree hugger, sugar gum, strawberry tomato. Or: no way Jose.

We brought forth loins and blessed Cuisinart. In this way we discovered everything before enlightenment set in. We were valorous and Americanissimo. We sat down on U.S. 1 and chanted. We put our hands behind our backs like ducks.

And of course we quacked but not until we roared around on all fours like tigers or aardvarks.

Salute: bark, bark, bark.

There’s a hill in America where two sisters sat holding guns across their laps. They had blood the color of sangria and they were ready to pitch forward at a moment’s notice into ebullient nothing.

There’s also a hill in America where two brothers died wielding a hammer and a cig between their lips. That hill was New York and the flag they bore looked a bit Irish from 80 stories below.

One pitch and they all fall down.

There’s a face. It rises in some smoke in my dream. I will translate it for you.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Pink Eye

I think Maureen and I wrote this poem based on one of our hurricane evacuation experiences. Weather is very present in our work. In fact, the first poem we wrote together was during hurricane Frances or Georges. There were so many storms that year (2004) I can't remember his or her name.


Lodestar Quarterly
Issue 17 • Spring 2006 • Featured Writer • Poetry

Pink Eye

Maureen Seaton and Neil de la Flor

Tornadoes Want Us to Chase Them
-- Suzanne Buffam

Up up up goes the furniture from Joey's attic room -- bed, dresser, bye oh bye -- I loved you, bedspread from Appalachia, parfum from Woolworth's, the kind with a crystal stopper!

We are crosscurrent casualties. And where were you, my pretty? Under the leaves, fast asleep?

Nope, under the ice shelf with the manatees and small fishes. O' dear, it was a swirl, a backflip, and the water was colored with urchins and grease. Imagine Lucky Charms and seafarers. I was mortified and calcified and other fieds except terrified my shoes got soaked and laces got ripped and toe jammed.

Basta.

Then, suddenly and without light, we were Ozing and all surreal, Neil! The room began to spin, our lips to grin, and all that we were taught by fools began to din!

Basta Spumonti.

M, and M2, when gravity paid especial attention to velocity did you a. count sheep b. wish for sheep c. wear fleece or d. shimmy?

Shimmied like a Polaroid picture.

But that was before existential ice set.

Now I ponder oldness and ski-doo-ness, a special killing ski-doo for entry level funnel clouds. Down at the Quadomain, the women lost their work-out room. I tell you: Glass glass glass glass glass glass.

I love Sharon Glass in Queer as Folk, don't you? Although sometimes I think she overdoes it a little -- just a little, kind of like Hurricane Alpha: what the hell is that?

Have you heard of Beta? It's plunkering toward Central A. Oh, and Ms. Parks passed and she will be the first (black) woman to lie in state under the big ol' dome? It's amazing how, well, you know, the way stinky white men put their pot bellies into suits and claim soup. Yes, soup.

To explain further: Pink eye is a disorder of the retina and what happens is the white turns pink, both the color of bunnies, and the next thing you know, a doctor is rolling your eyelid up a toothpick perpetuating the stereotypical roll of pain causer. Not so. More like: Pink eye is a quiet time in the middle of hurricane Pinkie, a sassy little #3 who came over the foot of Florida and popped us all. I fell asleep during Pink's eye and when I woke up it was suddenly and my front window was shaking Hey Ya.

Hey.


Saturday, October 01, 2005

In Toto

"In Toto" is an abecedarian that uses the most bizarre words I could find in the dictionary. Basically the lines free-associate based on the word before it however a story emerge along the way and I couldn't help following through with it. It's a bit sexy and silly.



In Toto
Neil de la Flor | contributor's notes


Armistice:I paid for the canopy. You paid for the rubberized pizza.
Baseline:Fecund and flippant for sonar, my convalescent lips laced you.
Casual:in salamander chaps.
Darling:It was normal man whooping.
Eager:Before the knot was tied the ante war chest broke. (Clack-clack.) Soon you spooned for bees for alphabets and even commas for retirement.
Fragile X:It's hellish, you said.
Gullible:I asked: Like anesthesia?
How:You asked: Where is our canopy?
Isotope:After many dinners in solitary rooms we agreed.
Je ne sais quoi:Hoop earrings.
Kinky:I said: You're a yurt.
Logogriph:Each new day planned another. It was always a cool evening, bones brittle as toothpicks.
Monster Mash:I wore camouflage knickers. You grew rubus parviflorus in front of mirrors.
Neither:[Remembering] we broke into the lookout tower in South Point Park not to watch the lights of the cruise ships pass in the night.
Ooops:It's like fucking glue, you said.
Party Pooper:Are you listening? I'm speaking to you. It's me beneath your shoe. This event will end with one of us on his knees and the other one curtsying.
Quickly:You said: Snap my bones.
Rorschach test:If you were me and I were you, then what are we in retrospect?
Swedish Massage:Afraid I'll die in a big flambé.
Touching:You said: Remember the night we couldn't celebrate my birthday on the beach in the rain with a number four from Pizza Rustica because our makeshift canopy failed in the rain as we danced we tried to protect the tiny light from the ohsocold wind but we couldn't stop leaning into each other.
Utopianism:Our ballroom.
Vitelline:Forming concentric relationships.
Wanton:We always applied lipstick one right after the other.
Xanadu:You always hated conceptual art, I said.
Zenith:With a common axis.