A Rrose in a Prose
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A Rrose in a Prose is the alphabet soup that eats like a meal, stewing talent and skewering confusion throughout the greater Los Angeles area—but mostly at Stories Books in Echo Park. Each month, hosts Art Currim and D. M. Collins painstakingly curate a gaggle of authors and performers from wildly different genres, specialties, ages, styles, and socioeconomic backgrounds, and then let them simmer for hours on end in this utterly unique literary salon.
Everything is included, and nothing is forbidden: novelists, essayists, comedians, musicians, poets, critics, bloggers, eroticists, playwrights, screenwriters, rappers, gossip columnists, drinkers, fuckers, queers, punk rockers and punk artists, women and men, the elderly and the pre-literate, vegans and meat-devourers, caffeine addicts and lovers of flowers. The juxtapositions are as difficult to mesh together as they are fun to watch. A Rrose in a Prose a freight yard manned by lunatics. And each A Rrose in a Prose performance is a train wreck narrowly avoided.
Some day soon, they hope to fail. Finally, the obtuse angles will abut. Precious elbows will be rubbed the wrong way. And the formalities that keep this town’s umpteen million poetry events, DIY shows, and bookstore appearances so damned cliquish and self-congratulatory will finally be smashed to pieces, like Pierre Pinoncelli hammering away at a copy of Duchamp’s Fountain after drenching it in his own urine.
Knowing the dangers, are you an author who still would like to read at A Rrose in a Prose? This is no open mike, though dictators Art Currim and D. M. Collins are very open about the anarchy that they rigidly control. Send them samples of your work (by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org, or using the form at the VERY bottom of this page), and they’ll see what they can do. There are no rules.
There is one rule: the writing has to be good, and original (though can anything truly be?). And while a good performance is very much appreciated, this is no poetry slam—patrons of A Rrose in a Prose want to hear works that would also be enjoyable on the printed page.
Another rule is that A Rrose in a Prose celebrates the public, communal nature of having a literary salon. Each event is free, and each event concludes with a group activity.
Sometimes that activity is a group poem. Sometimes that’s collaborative fiction. And sometimes it’s “Choose Your Own Corpse,” a participatory storytelling game, invented by D. M. Collins, that combines the Dada of an Exquisite Corpse with the sense of fun that comes with Choose Your Own Adventure books, and maybe a sprinkling of D&D dungeon master.
And why not? Aren’t you tired of being uninspired? So was D. M. Collins, until his love for Marcel Duchamp and his attendance at Justin Maurer’s Down & Out Lit Fest a few years ago commanded him to get off his ass and make his own life even harder by combining the tedium of writing with the thankless stress of hosting readings—a stress he has now suckered Art Currim into joining. Come let go, and take control.
In the past three years, A Rrose in a Prose has let go of its ability to control ALL of the following talented people:
Beverly M. Collins
Bloody Death Skull
Brandon Jordan Brown
D. M. Collins
Daniel Austin Warren
Dylan A. Doren
Emily Maya Mills
Emotions the P.O.E.T.
John S. Hall
Nicole Kidman (the band, not the Scientologist)
Open Mike Eagle
Paloma Alexandra Parfrey
Peach Kelli Pop
Roy Rogers Oldencamp
Sarah Mac Donald
We’ve also screened some demon exorcisms by A. A. Allen, heard a one-note composition by LaMonte Young, and heard D. M. Collins read pieces written by William S. Burroughs, Bonnie Parker, and his dad.
Will you be next?
Let us know.