smoking strobes

tonight, the gods are sick of being gods.

aphrodite drinks your worship straight from your lips
and chases it with a scotch, crashes a cigarette,
flicks the ash on the floor and leaves
without so much as a thank you.

you find apollo in a nightclub on 55th and 3rd,
his prophets writhing in the intermittent darkness,
bassline pounding in their ears, liquor coursing in their veins,
smoke and strobe lights clouding their eyes.

you watch as ares starts a fight in a dive bar, takes
a knife from his pocket and uses it without flinching,
smiles as he wipes the blade on his thigh,
smashes a bottle on the floor and lights a match.

artemis spends the night in a jail cell,
blood on her knuckles and on her shirt and in her mouth,
the smell of metal lingering in the air.

athena chainsmokes in an alleyway,
waits for a boy with dark eyes and a mouth like sin.

dionysus shoots up in a basement in the seedy side of town.

hades stalks the streets, hazy in the fog of the streetlamps.

tonight, the gods are sick of being gods
and somewhere in the city
their forgotten divinity waits for morning.

—  where are they now? | m.c.p
Dancing in New York City?

Tumblr friends! Where can a 27-year-old gal go dancing in New York City? Here’s what I’m looking for:

NO: Night clubs, EDM, techno, long lines to get in, stilettos, douchey debauchery, who’s-who snootiness, strobe lights, smoke machines, pacifiers, glow sticks.

YES: Smaller dance floor, quirkiness, funk/soul, Talking Heads, Sly & the Family Stone, 60s/70s/80s jams, probably a little bit hipster (sorry), affordable drinks, old school watering hole.


03.25.17 Lawrence English performed his immersive, enveloping sound in concert at Knockdown Center. He instructed the audience to lay on the floor and be transported, replete with lasers, strobe and smoke.

Halloween 2016 #16: The Review

Length: Medium

For Eric, the best part of Halloween was always the haunted house attractions. Each year he made a point of visiting each one in the city, from the big-budget event at the amusement park to the home-grown spookiness of Mrs. Henderson’s decorated garage. 

He had become a kind of local celebrity for the blog he maintained, called “Horror Highlights,” wherein he would write reviews and descriptions of every spooky hotspot. It was always a big hit among the season’s thrill-seekers.

This year, his favourite was a charity event called The Factory. Hardly an original name for a haunted house set inside a decommissioned industrial plant, but the atmosphere and high-quality actors more than made up for what the moniker lacked. The old building had a history of fatal workplace accidents, which set the stage perfectly for a maze of whirring machinery and gory costumes.

“The Factory is a good old-fashioned horror fest,” Eric wrote, “And your entrance fee goes towards feeding hungry zomb… I mean kids! What better way to spend your Halloween?

The foyer may seem a little clichéd, with smoke and strobe lights and eerie music, but the manufacturing floor will scare your socks off! You’ll have to navigate through a maze of malfunctioning, sparking machinery while undead employees stalk you at every turn.

Next is the boiler room. Towering industrial furnaces clunk and roar while cooking unfortunate workers alive. Don’t get too close; a crispy hand will reach through the grates and try to pull you into the fire! I may be a haunted house veteran, but even I was scared in this room. Noise warning: lots of screaming, so bring earplugs if you’re sensitive.

The last room is reserved for maintenance. Come see the broken-down machines that have claimed lives! Watch in horror as the grisly accidents of the past come to life. Drawn into a bandsaw feet-first! Crushed by a hydraulic piston! Mangled in gears! Relive these workers’ final moments of agony. Gore warning: pretty realistic makeup and acting; not recommended for young kids.

This is one attraction you can’t afford to miss this year. The design, atmosphere, and acting all earn this haunted house two severed thumbs up!”

Satisfied, Eric posted his latest review.

Within a few hours, he was pleasantly surprised to see an email in his inbox from the event’s organizer. He opened it, read it, and frowned. Then he re-read it. Twice.

Hi Mr. Dowell, and Happy Halloween! I wanted to write to you and tell you how much we at The Factory loved your review. We’re glad you enjoyed it and appreciate that you took the time to publish your experience.

That being said, I just need to double-check that you haven’t gotten us confused with another attraction. While the plant does indeed have a boiler room, it was not part of our tour. In fact, no one’s been in there since we bought the place!”

Credits to: FeatheredSoul



By now you’re probably aware of the extraordinary works produced by art collective Poetic Kinetics. The giant astronaut? That’s them. The huge snail with a foam party machine in the tail? That’s them. This years caterpillar -> butterfly installation at Coachella? That’s them too! 

We caught up with Patrick Shearn, the President and Co-Founder of the LA-based collective, last month to learn more about the process of bringing these amazing concepts to life at festivals around the world year after year.

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