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lifeinpoetry · 6 years ago
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I am so ashamed for myself that there are no words for it?
How she must have crossed the river of ravaged language, slipping on each stone as she went, praying both to meet the other side
and to be pulled under along the way.
— Andi Talarico, from “The First Apology,” published in The Poetry Project
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andymfx · 4 years ago
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Back in late October 2019, I was fortunate to be brought on by Steve Johnson and Amber Talarico to work on Slipknot’s NERO FORTE music video. I assisted in creating the cocoons, the silicone webbing and latex viens, and performing other lab duties. Aside from that, I was also the test model for the cocoons and it's great to see much more coverage of our work then in the previous video. Shop crew consisted of Cameron McPeters, Gladys Ramirez, Veronica Vasquez, Izzy Granack, Shaina Paulson, Madeline Graham, Carlos Gomez, and Leslie Felix. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go to set, it was a fun experience and I got to hang out at Rick Baker’s on Halloween. While working on a Slipknot video is something, it truly was a dream come true to get to work with one of my heroes. Thanks for bringing me on board, Steve.
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yespoetry · 6 years ago
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Andi Talarico: I Want Everything
I want you to Read this Very Slowly, and then I want you to Read it Again
“I want everything.” – Anne Carson, Decreation
I want to forgive my body its gaping appetite
I want permission to sample, inhale, consume
I want, now, to be a cacophony of pleas, a full round of echoing ache,
to see your mouth a great O of understanding
I want to hold you for so long that my arms forget arms,
I want you to hold me longer yet,
so long that your body forgets it is a body
I want my empty places filled in, pushed against
I want the metaphors of plow and field to pale against this true thing, this very real fuck of spit and gasp and hair and thrum
I want to not call it primal
I want it titled and plumed
I want it high and low
how Mistress is both ordained woman of the house
and the fucked lover on the side
Make me each, give me all, adoring scorn,
I want everything.
Andi Talarico is a Brooklyn-based writer and reader. She’s the curator and host of At the Inkwell NYC, an international reading series whose New York branch meets at KGB Bar. She’s taught poetry in classrooms as a rostered artist, and acted as coach and judge for Poetry Out Loud. In 2003, Paperkite Press published her chapbook, Spinning with the Tornado, and Swandive Publishing included her in the 2014 anthology, Everyday Escape Poems. She also penned a literary arts column for Electric City magazine for several years. When she’s not working with stationery company Baron Fig, she can be found reading tarot cards, supporting independent bookstores, and searching for the best oyster Happy Hour in NYC.
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missaliceteeple · 7 years ago
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“OH CHARLES!” Model: Sara Maraffino Lighting: Andi Talarico @sara_maraffino @anditalarico #cemetery #noir #filmnoir #jj_blackandwhite #night #cemetery_shots #cemeteries #nightphotography #nights #acting #oldhollywood #retro (at Stony Point, New York)
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reynoldsrap4949 · 7 years ago
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Home town Joliet, Illinois—
I drove back to Joliet area. Met Marie Tomko and daughter Lisa at their Cracker Barrel exit. Marie is 88, takes an arm. Great swapping stories! She and Andy were surrogate parents for me and my sisters. Gratitude.
On to Jim and Sue Talarico’s home. We yacked and yacked, ate a homemade enchilada and apple crisp dinner. Next day they toured me all over Joliet. Lantern Lane, Preston Heights, Bud’s Midway home, Laraway, Weshire & Douglas, Avalon, and Cowles homes. Joliet Township High School, public library, Rialto Theater, Old Mechling Barge Line, First Presbyterian Church, the bridges etc. Great visit. You can go “home” again.
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yespoetry · 6 years ago
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Dear BFF: Witchcraft, Poetry, & Spirituality in the Modern World
Episode 1 - Witchcraft, Poetry, & Spirituality in the Modern World Hosted by Joanna C. Valente, featuring Andi Talarico & Stephanie Valente
Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. They are the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014), The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea(Operating System, 2017), Sexting Ghosts (Unknown Press, 2018), Xenos(Agape Editions, 2016), and the editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). They received their MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. Joanna is the founder of Yes Poetry and the managing editor for Civil Coping Mechanisms and Luna Luna Magazine. Some of their writing has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, BUST, Spork Press, and elsewhere. Joanna also leads workshops at Brooklyn Poets. joannavalente.com / Twitter: @joannasaid / IG: joannacvalente
Stephanie Valente lives in Brooklyn, New York, and works as an editor. One day, she would like to be a silent film star. She is the author of Hotel Ghost (Bottlecap Press, 2015) and Waiting for the End of the World (Bottlecap Press, 2017).  Her work has appeared in  dotdotdash, Nano Fiction, LIES/ISLE, and Uphook Press. She can be found at her website.
Andi Talarico is a Brooklyn-based writer and reader. She’s the curator and host of At the Inkwell NYC, an international reading series whose New York branch meets at KGB Bar. She’s taught poetry in classrooms as a rostered artist, and acted as coach and judge for Poetry Out Loud. In 2003, Paperkite Press published her chapbook, Spinning with the Tornado, and Swandive Publishing included her in the 2014 anthology, Everyday Escape Poems. She also penned a literary arts column for Electric City magazine for several years. When she’s not working with stationery company Baron Fig, she can be found reading tarot cards, supporting independent bookstores, and searching for the best oyster Happy Hour in NYC.
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missaliceteeple · 7 years ago
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Ball and Chain Model: Sara Maraffino Lighting: Andi Talarico #monochrome #bnw #blacknwhite_perfection #filmnoir #jj_blackandwhite #noir #nightphotography #nightphoto #chain #chains #cemetery #cemeterylovers (at Hudson Valley)
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missaliceteeple · 7 years ago
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Mausoleum Model: Sara Maraffino Lighting: Andi Talarico #filmnoir #noir #night #cemetery #apparition #ghost #spooky #blackandwhite #monochrome #nightphotography #nightphoto (at Stony Brook, New York)
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missaliceteeple · 7 years ago
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At The Inkwell's own Andi Talarico, at the NYC Poetry Festival. @anditalarico #poets #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsociety #nycpoetry #nycpoets #newyorkpoetry #governorsisland #nyc #newyork #portraitmood #poetsofinstagram #mexturesapp #poems #poemlove #summerjam (at Governors Island)
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yespoetry · 6 years ago
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Here's What Resonated With You in 2018
While we don't believe in best of lists, we went through our content over the past year and saw what resonated most with you, our readers, across our different genres and sections. Here's what you loved:
Photography: Viktorsha Uliyanova - “A World in Black and White”
Fiction: Cameron DeOrdio - “Watch”
“They hadn’t found anything, just as Nat had suspected they wouldn’t, but Nat had come up with the idea for her thesis, and they did get drunk enough that having broken into a condemned building full of outdated, rusty, sharp equipment had the potential to be an even worse decision than usual. They’d called Henry, Nat’s boyfriend at the time, a straight-edge visual arts MFA who was certain he did his best work after midnight – that is, someone who was bound to be awake and sober enough to drive – and got home safe. But Henry was long gone from her life now, even more long gone than the factory building.
She slowed, ensuring a smooth stop before parking, one eye on the lot and the other flitting between the Coke bottle pressed between her thighs and the large stoppered Erlenmeyer flask wrapped in newspaper and buckled into the passenger seat. Once the car was parked, she slipped the rubber gloves, also on the passenger seat, back on. She got out of the car, taking the Coke bottle with her, and went over to the other side to unbuckle and remove the flask.
Standing next to the car, she guided the Coke bottle slowly, gently into the flask – the narrow neck was a tight fit – and restoppered it. She took a deep breath, exhaled.
Nat threw the bottle as high and far as she could. It sailed through the night air – the stars so much clearer here than by her apartment, she noticed – for what seemed like forever. Eventually, finally, it met the pavement. The first sound was that of shattering glass, as the flask and the Coke bottle both became hundreds, if not thousands, of sharp shards. In that instant, Nat wondered if she should have stood behind her car. Before the thought was fully formed, the second sound came to erase it: BOOM!”
#NotTrump Series: Amy Strauss Friedman - “The Woman’s March / The Ivory Tower Is Coy” (This poem is an erasure of one of Trump's tweets during his first 100 days in office.)
#MeToo Series: medina - “#Me Too”
“i die a thousand deaths,
his wet mouth slobbers all over my neck and face
he’s aroused
as he presses up against me
he smells my hair
quickly fixes his pants
and washes his hands before sitting for dinner.”
Chapbook: The Voices of #METOO
Neurotic Dope series: Joshua Byron - “Between Love Stories”
“I stared at the Manhattan skyline while chatting up a boy. He was, it turns out, straight. But it felt nice for a time to feel like someone was interested in my own vibe, or story. Whatever that story is. The next night, I went to a poetry reading and told the story I use to ward off intimacy: “I’m just really busy right now.” I crack jokes about coming to meet men. It’s the story I have been telling myself to understand where I’m at. It’s true, sure, but it’s also a cop-out. I’ve been afraid to listen to my feelings. I called my friends who wouldn’t bullshit me and they told me I was overworking myself. I needed to feel human. But feeling human is often choosing to feel the hurt. It can be easier to tell stories.
When I encounter men, I tell them an abbreviated story.”
Music: This Playlist Will Get You in the Writing Groove
Poet of the Month series - Dujie Tahat - “In a Mosque”
“No vaults of heaven—
only unadorned a-frames.
No discernible patterns
in the tapestry of backs
facing the sky at jumu'ah.
A fence went up
around the yard
by Citizenship Day
& dad, it would
be so funny now
if it weren't
so ordinary then—”
Essay: Liz Howard - “Flesh of My Flesh: On Motherhood and Survival”
“The months of my pregnancy continued in very much the same way. Every few weeks, there would be another episode. He would grab and twist my arm if I tried to walk away from him, shove my stomach when I tried to walk past him, choke me if we were arguing. Every time, I knew it had to be the last time, but it never was. Every time, I made plans to leave him, but I never did. I didn’t know how to leave my husband or the father of my unborn child, and I didn’t have anyone to lean on. I knew that it was statistically common for domestic violence to start when victims became pregnant, but I didn’t know what that meant for me. When I would visit my doctors they would take me back into the room with the little butterfly stickers on the ceiling and I would lie back and they would say, “Is anyone hurting you at home?” and I would say “No” and then they would let my husband back. Eventually they stopped asking.”
Poetry: Jody Chan - “Not a Woman, Not Not a Woman”
“I had a crush once & a dream
I beheaded her to plant a flytrap in her throat / boyfriends can’t compete
if they’ve been digested / my insecurities are more photogenic
than my face / my only picture of my mother was also shown
at her funeral, but I know we share her nose & taste
for bad men / my father raised me to sit with my ladylike legs
clamped around my mouth / I swallowed my depression
& now I can’t stop smiling / to show off the well-fed lizard”
Art: Bunkong Tuon & Joanna C. Valente - “Under the Tamarind Tree” (part of DEAD TONGUE)
Interview: Lisa Marie Basile on Witchcraft, Social Media & Daily Rituals
“Later, when I got into foster care, and when my family split apart and we'd suffered homelessness and poverty, I turned to the library. I read hundreds of books about magic, witchcraft, mysticism, philosophy - and somewhere in all of that I found autonomy in developing my own practice. I really tried to do this for the reader in Light Magic for Dark Times - I make it clear that although what I've written is one way of doing things, they are fully able and encouraged to adapt to their needs and beliefs. It's even made for folks who are secular or atheist. I know that spiritual practice and magical living can be intimately tied up with our cultures, how we were raised, our identities, our needs, our finances, our interests, our creativity - and I really tried to honor this in the book.”
Writing Prompts: Using Persona
Review: Adedayo Agarau - “A Mystic Journey into a Woman Loving Herself: A Review of Savannah Slone's Book”
“Slone wakes up into the sense of time and brings us into the reality of adulthood. It is quite exquisite how art does it all, how the sense of time, place, and season can be shoved down the spine of its readers with very singular words. In the now from the verse in “Venal Exodus”, playing sex quickly transforms into Real sex. She takes us further into the grief that unfolds with reality, believes that innocence dies with adolescence. Don’t we all sometimes envy little kids, in how everything seems to be right with them? Their innocent laughter at the burial ceremonies of their uncles; I didn’t prepare for this adulthood and Slone knows that so well.
She pounds self into being within the pages of this book. While she teaches us to hear the silence gulping itself out in the underwater, she tells us I’m going to tell you a truth and a lie: I love myself in “A (Self) Love Story.” The magic of body is an undefeatable one, and Slone, from the poem, wrote a reminder that I hate myself for hating myself. Her brilliance did not leave out a place for recognizing mental illness. She puts every piece on this slate to create a book flying, wearing the colors of the rainbow.”
Reading: Kristin Garth - “Your Body Is His Blessing”
Dear BFF: Episode 1 - Witchcraft, Poetry, & Spirituality in the Modern World (hosted by Joanna C. Valente, featuring Andi Talarico & Stephanie Valente)
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missaliceteeple · 7 years ago
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Reach Model: Sara Maraffino Lighting: Andi Talarico #filmnoir #noir #nightphotography #nightphoto #portrait #actress #monochrome #jj_blackandwhite #furcoat #vintage #retro #goldenageofhollywood (at Stony Point, New York)
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