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Outsider Poets of Padukah Come Inside For Annual Conference

Outsider Poets of Padukah

The Outsider Poets of Padukah convened their annual meeting to discuss the state of Outsider Poetry in the state of Kentucky this past week. Several topics were

debated, including including the blind and deaf in the definition of poets with clear disabilities that would define them as Outsiders, how to write grants in a state

with no budget for the arts, and how to best promote the official online publication of the Padukah poets, not quite blank.

Minutes for the meeting were recorded by club secretary Langston Hollings, and several speakers addressed the crowd of seventeen o various topics ranging from haiku

construction in the period after the Reconstruction, antebellum odes to bellum, and how to best connect to the Wi Fi signal at the Waffle House restaurant. Outsider

Poetry was also discussed as a clinical and therapeutic tool in schools, hospitals, and mental institutions. Methods for facilitating creativity that might lead to

breakthroughs and discoveries leading to insight and catharsis were the topic of a headline Power Point presentation by Kentucky Poet Laureate Travis Smalley.

On day two the Outsider Poets of Padukah had a field trip to the birthplace of legendary Kentucky poet Virgil Kelleher where many of the poets had spontaneous fits of

automatic writing. Many of these will be seen in the Cornrows Codex, the annual publication of The Outsider Poets of Padukah. During the rest of day two the poets

worked on a schedule for next years’ meeting, to be held in Cucamonga, then worked on a press release to send to the Paducah Bugle.

We sent our Arts and Culture reporter Dr. Millard Rausch, himself an esteemed Outsider Poet and the editor of The Journal of Outsider Poetry, to cover the entire

conference, and his story will appear in this month’s issue of not quite blank along with several pictures he shot of The Outsider Poets of Padukah.

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#watercolor #gesture #bull #taurus #jennymmathews #ferdinand (at Rockford, Illinois)

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#watercolor #lifestudy #jennymmathews #torreador #olgatarrantphoto (at Rockford, Illinois)

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You will never know more about humanity than you do the instant after a pinata breaks.

Thomas L. Vaultonburg (via drew-york)

wisdom

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Millard Rausch Become First Transgendered Editor of Outsider Poetry Magazine

Millard Rausch, of the 78th gender, has become the first transgendered editor of Outsider Poetry Magazine. Named editor in early August, Dr. Rausch announced in a press release later in the month that he had undergone gender re-assignment surgery in Stockholm, and was now a member of the 78th gender. 

With a tagline of all the outsider poetry that’s fit to print, Outsider Poetry Magazine was formerly titled the Fortean Weakly and printed stories of cryptids, alien encounters, and tales of the weird. 

Dr. Rausch has declared the magazine an open sanctuary for weirdos, miscreants, misanthropes, outsiders, and members of the 78th gender.  Anyone can submit their poetry, art, photography, personal stories of triumph over the mundane, and news of the weird to Dr. Millard Rausch, Professor of Comparative Anthropology, Fortean Scholar, and President of the Northwest Indiana Chapter of the 78th Gender c/o Dr. Millard Rausch, Professor of Comparative Anthropology, Fortean Scholar, and President of the Northwest Indiana Chapter of the 78th Gender. 

Future theme issues of the magazine, which is only published online, include 78th Gender Cowboy Songs, “I Ate What?,” and Trombones To the Moon. For guidelines and future themes please consult Outsider Poetry Magazine Guidelines

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Wanna see something really scary?

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My pa, the handsome Devil.

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Gives a new meaning to slam poetry

Poetry slam turns violent in Rockford

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Groovy things

“I Almost Quit” by Thomas L. Vaultonburg

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Welcome To the Monster Club

The Monster Club was released by Sword and Sorcery Productions in 1981 for the British television audience. It was based on the book by R Chetwynd Hayes, and contained three stories: Shadmock, vampire, and ghoul, supported by a wrap-around story of Vincent Price, playing a vampire names Aramis, taking a human, played by John Carradine, to a club of monsters after he has drank his blood. The Club is called The Monster Club, and everyone there is dressed in what amounts to a cheesy Halloween costume. There is a series of bands that play, including Night, The Pretty Things, and BA Robertson. 

The stories center around a monster’s genealogical chart John Carradine’s character, based on R Chetwynd Hayes, sees on the wall and asks Vincent Price about. 

In the first story, Shadmock, Kiwi actor James Laurenson plays a Shadmock, a character occupying a low position on the monster’s chart, but possessing an awesome power. That power is a whistle. What happens when a Shadmock whistles?

You shall see.

The second story is a rather run of the mill vampire story with music by Stravinski, an appearance by Donald Pleasance, and actress Britt Eklund, who was by all accounts a pain in the butt on the set of The Wicker Man and had her backside replaced by a model. 

The final story, my favorite, is about a village of ghouls. I used to mistakenly believe the story was about a village of Humgoos, creatures that are half human and half ghoul, because, as Vincent price explains, monsters will breed with anything. But it’s only the main character, Una, who is a Humgoo, the rest of the villagers from Loughville are actual ghouls. There is some good artwork by John Bolton, who also created the monster’s genealogical chart, and a spooky atmospheric feel to this story.

Then after the three stories Vincent price nominates John Carradine to become a member of the Monster Club and Carradine guffaws because he’s a human not a monster, but Price explains humans are the greatest monsters of all, and of course he’s right. So, visit the Monster Club because Thriller Video re-released the movie hosted by Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, and you like that, right? She does an introduction to the movie, then comes back later and does some previews for Thriller Video. 

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Battle of the Network Stars poem by Thomas L. Vaultonburg from his collection of Outsider Poetry Submerged Structure. 

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More from The Monster Club

The title for this film and the blurb are really cool, I think about whether Fred Dekker obtained the thought for his motion picture 'The Monster Squad'. In any case here we have another loathsomeness collection (not Amicus) that is piece de resistance was having Vincent Prince and John Carradine star in the bookend story. Other awfulness (compilation) regulars, for example, Donald Pleasence and Britt Ekland additionally appear yet no Peter Cushing this time. Carradine depicts genuine British awfulness creator Chetwynd-Hayes whose stories are what this collection are based upon.

The film begins off in a fine way with Price playing a vampire (he didn't play them often...or ever) and gnawing Carradine in a most gracious method for course. To express gratitude toward Carradine Price takes him to the Monster Club where different fiends and...errrm creatures hang out and let their hair and hide down. Presently this sounds really sweet doubtlessly yet I'm hesitant to say the whole thought is let down with the most horrible looking successions you'll have seen for quite a while. Think about the Mos Eisley space bar in 'Star Wars' with all the outsider animals yet no where close as great and with horrible outfits.

When I say horrendous outfits I mean it, they look like children Halloween ensembles your mum purchased at the nearby general store. Totally awful, to such an extent truth be told I'm not in any case beyond any doubt in the event that it was done like that intentionally for comedic alleviation. What's considerably more unusual is the musical intermissions between the short stories, you have a loathsomeness story taken after by some peculiar ass pop gathering spruced up with awful cosmetics singing an awful tune, was this filler? At a certain point Price gets up and hits the dancefloor with the creatures on the move floor...I'm still not certain on the off chance that I ought to look on this as uber cool or only a crappy run time augmentation, its in no way like "Thriller" so don't get energized.

The real stories are sensible however really meek to be honest, additionally they make new beasts or half and halves which sound ignorant. The principal is based around a Shadmock which is the posterity of...something, I can't expound in light of the fact that the arrangement where Price clarifies what beasts are called when they mate with different creatures is so confounding I just kept running with it. Essentially this animal resembles a pale male human however his shriek can by one means or another blaze things to a fresh? whatever. The story is only around a few attempting to take a few to get back some composure of this Shadmocks enormous fortune by having the young lady wed him under bogus falsifications of affection. The setting and area are decent and climatic, bit of a 'Marvel and the Beast' or 'Ghost of the Opera' sort introduce yet not up to the same standard.

The following short speaks the truth a vampire family, well the man of the house is a vampire yet his wife and kid are not strangely. Donald Pleasence is a piece of a mystery vampire seekers group that convey violin cases that contain stakes for murdering vampires (Robert Rodriguez see this film?). Pleasence takes after the kid and in the end talks him into uncovering his dad despite the fact that the kid never knew his dad was a vampire. At last Pleasence gets chomped and must battle off his own men, its extremely shallow and barely a repulsiveness story by any stretch of the imagination, its not by any means spooky truly. It brings up a larger number of issues than anything other than I figure its just a vignette.

The last story is effectively the best and rotates around a film chief making a trip to a little remote town in the English farmland to scout the area. There he finds an exceptionally old race of fiends that eat carcasses. At the point when attempting to escape this town of the condemned he just gets so far before finding that more individuals outside of the town are indeed fiends and departure may well be useless. Again numerous inquiries are raised yet the story is the most intriguing and could without much of a stretch be extended, its fundamentally your basic zombie end of the world sort flick that clearly has loads of likenesses with the 1960 film 'Town of the Damned'.

I kinda had high trusts in this film however felt disillusioned at last. Everything looks somewhat modest and dreadful and the vignettes are really relaxed with little excites or energy to be had. The give is strong a role as normal however that doesn't generally have much effect, its about the stories and separated from the last one its all exceptionally dreary The Monster Club

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Fish art

Midwest Outsider Poetry and Art From Rockford

Carefully today I select my first words. Do I want to write about Outsider Poetry? Dr. Millard Rausch? Fantasy football? None of these maybe.

This is a watercolor Jenny painted a couple of days ago. Trying to make more of a concerted effort to talk about Rockford Illustrating and Rockford Poetry lately. She wants me to write a poem to accompany this, but I don’t have any ideas. I told her I thought it would be funny if she drew a catfish looking down East State Street between the Faust and Midway, but she told me to keep my ideas to myself. Here are three poems by Rockford poet Thomas L. Vaultonburg.

Footprints

When I saw One set of footprints In the sand I knew you had Made your getaway Sometime between Late Night and high tide. Assessing the depth And gate of Your footfalls I also deduced You were carrying The Sony Trinitron And the plaster-cast Impression of the ass That caused such a Sensation at the Renaissance Fair. I knew then I had been carrying Your ass for Way too long.

To The God Who Has Everything On His Birthday

A sheep. Cloned. A lamb- Skin Condom. Pinholed. The remains of A Batman kite Destroyed on my Eigth birthday By an act of… Ahem. And a coupon Good for one pint Of Blue Moon Ice cream redeemable At any one Of Baskin + Robbins 1,100 locations Universally. Now we’re even For the shitty gift You gave me.

What I Do Do

“What do you do?,” It is asked More as a means To evaluate my utility Than establish A cold fact As if what I do-do And have done And will do Is on a registry of Disallowed answers to The question “What do you do?,” As if at any moment I would reveal The charade and Answer the inevitable Follow-up question, “Yes, but what do you Really do?”: “Just kidding, I was an accountant The whole time.”

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Rejoice, the humans will be gone soon!

Welcome To the Monster Club

The Monster Club was released by Sword and Sorcery Productions in 1981 for the British television audience. It was based on the book by R Chetwynd Hayes, and contained three stories: Shadmock, vampire, and ghoul, supported by a wrap-around story of Vincent Price, playing a vampire names Aramis, taking a human, played by John Carradine, to a club of monsters after he has drank his blood. The Club is called The Monster Club, and everyone there is dressed in what amounts to a cheesy Halloween costume. There is a series of bands that play, including Night, The Pretty Things, and BA Robertson. 

The stories center around a monster’s genealogical chart John Carradine’s character, based on R Chetwynd Hayes, sees on the wall and asks Vincent Price about. 

In the first story, Shadmock, Kiwi actor James Laurenson plays a Shadmock, a character occupying a low position on the monster’s chart, but possessing an awesome power. That power is a whistle. What happens when a Shadmock whistles?

You shall see.

The second story is a rather run of the mill vampire story with music by Stravinski, an appearance by Donald Pleasance, and actress Britt Eklund, who was by all accounts a pain in the butt on the set of The Wicker Man and had her backside replaced by a model. 

The final story, my favorite, is about a village of ghouls. I used to mistakenly believe the story was about a village of Humgoos, creatures that are half human and half ghoul, because, as Vincent price explains, monsters will breed with anything. But it’s only the main character, Una, who is a Humgoo, the rest of the villagers from Loughville are actual ghouls. There is some good artwork by John Bolton, who also created the monster’s genealogical chart, and a spooky atmospheric feel to this story.

Then after the three stories Vincent price nominates John Carradine to become a member of the Monster Club and Carradine guffaws because he’s a human not a monster, but Price explains humans are the greatest monsters of all, and of course he’s right. So, visit the Monster Club because Thriller Video re-released the movie hosted by Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, and you like that, right? She does an introduction to the movie, then comes back later and does some previews for Thriller Video. 

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Hi fidelity

As a second-time-around vinyl collector I have a confession to make: I didn’t remember vinyl records fondly the first time around, and I was overjoyed when compact disks came along. The first compact disk to come into our house was Genesis “Invisible Touch,” and I can’t recall that any of us ever...

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a-u-n-t-s Outsider poem by Jesus Correa

a-u-n-t-s My carpet was covered in dead aunts, a-u-n-t aunts, aunts. Step-aunts and blood-aunts, women i had been raised to call aunts, aunts who had once been uncles in ruffled dresses.

Covered in dead aunts…my carpet. All the cousins were fine. Al of the grandmothers were weeping, all of the grandmothers who had avoided becoming aunts during the course of their sordid sad lives…well… those grandmothers were weeping.

All of the men took to digging holes in the backyard; all of the remaining women took to changing and cleansing the aunts, the dead aunts who were casually strewn about the house by the cruel hand of god, or what passed for god in these sad sad times.

I remember coming across the corpse of my favourite aunt: twisted in a sloppy pile of aunt at the bottom of the stairwell near the pantry. She had been carrying up a silver platter of cookies to the orphans we kept in the attic when this cruel turn of events had occurred. Snicker-doodle crumbs swam in the blood that collected in the nooks and crannies of her Sunday best.

-Jesus Abraham Correa