LASER SKIN RESURFACING
Praying in schools? Careful what you witchcraft.
We teach children by chanting America:
Somebodies in my bed.
Somebodies in my car.
Somebodies in my choir.
By the fire black I will meet you or by music
by which I will wear my hat sideways, Thou.
I’m sitting in the front row at a reading at a very reputable gallery in the Lower East Side listening to a few different writers offer their wares to an over attended audience. You know the drill, you’ve been to one of these events before. The current writer is reading questions she received from people or followers as they are known on Tumblr and might be finished… might not… when a smallish blonde woman I have never seen appears stage left. She sweeps around in a twirl with an inside joke or, as it’s more commonly known, an insult, on the tip of her tongue continuing the final thought from the writer before. Corrigan delivers the first blow of her performance with the humor and wit and of a Razzie Award announcer. The line, a continuation from the last performance, was concerning a powerful man in the publishing world, I actually forget who, taking liberties with young staff writers. The inside joke gets a lot of laughs and to be honest I’m not 100% sure whats going on.
The woman in question is Cecilia Corrigan. Her first novel Titanic was published in 2014 by &Now books and she was awarded the Madeleine P. Plonsker for her prose. Of course I had no idea of this at the time. Being a smallish loudish woman myself I was entertained and horrified, as anyone on the front row of a stand up comedy show with any sense of self preservation would be. An observant person could easily deduce that this girl has worked in show business and methodically knows to get the audience on edge.
Corrigan’s first book, much like her performance, is philosophical entertainment, meaning its obvious that her grip of philosophic discourse is a big part of her thought process as she whips through complex connections with cinematic ease. The prose within Titanic is obviously very personal, masked by fantastical encounters of working in late night television and saving various lost souls, not just that of Alan Turing, the novel’s protagonist. The gothic poem offers an alternative ending for the infamous code cracker and father of Artificial Intelligence. However, the book itself contains multiple trap doors to which Corrigan herself slips through and reappears to perform her stand up routine over and over again.
Excerpt from Titanic
Siri, baby, don’t just sit there when I’m talking to you. Don’t you treat me like a stranger. I’m right here the same person I’ve always been.
Now let’s just, hang on—
Siri, baby, I, no baby, Please. Ah, girl it’s like no matter what I do or how hard I try to give you what you want you always want more and it’s,
don’t take this the wrong way but it’s getting exhausting!
What does it mean to “power up”
I think about a space with a lot of ice, like whole sheaves of it
Why would you dress that way if you don’t want them to look at you.
Wanting to get to sites of ecological destruction and stay there until I go crazy meaning lose my mind
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