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WIP This Friday, February 17

There’s a WIP reading this Friday, February 17th. Come and get it: Casa Libre on 4th Ave. at 7:00 pm.

Anne Doten is currently at work on two novels.  Her writing space is a tiny black desk that has been affectionately nicknamed “The Black Hole.”

Lawrence Lenhart writes about characters that he wants to be like when he grows up. He writes about Samasya, who is trapped. He writes about Bangladesh and New Jersey as if they’re two halves of a cage. He is not as skeptical of ice cream cones as you would be inclined to infer from the picture. He writes for this blog, sometimes in HTML, which is a pain in the <br> <strong>ass</strong>. He writes about Islamophobia, climate change, cyber terrorism, and immigration. When he does this, he reminds himself that most people juggle in threes. There’s a book called Rules of Writing. He eats pages from it for extra fiber. Lawrence promised himself he would end his bio when it started to sound like a Dos Equis commercial. Stay thirsty.

Craig Reinbold is disappointed in himself. Arizona House Bill 2281 was brought to his attention as early as November 2010. He heard about it on the radio, heard people talking, read about it at SaveEthnicStudies.org. He figured it was a pretty ridiculous bill and there was no way it would be passed. Later, when it was signed into law, but promptly contested in the courts, he figured there was no way it would be upheld. So he didn’t do anything, didn’t say anything, didn’t join any protests, or talk about it with his friends or anything. He’s a writer, spends a lot of time alone in a cubicle, and life can get pretty solipsistic pretty quickly. To be honest, over time, he kind of forgot all about it. And then suddenly, it happened: HB 2281 was upheld, ARS 15-112 became official, and the Mexican-American Studies program in the Tucson Unified School District was banned. Just like that. Out of nowhere. Except that it wasn’t out of nowhere: it was a long, drawn-out process, with plenty of time for Craig to take notice and do something, but he didn’t—and so he feels bad, and rightly so. Realizing that nothing he could have done would have really made a difference anyway, still, he could have done something, said something, something.

It recently came to Craig’s attention that five Republican state senators have introduced a new bill, SB 1467, which would effectively require any public school in Arizona to suspend without pay or terminate the employment of any teacher who “engages in speech or conduct that would violate the standards adopted by the federal communications commission concerning obscenity, indecency and profanity if that speech or conduct were broadcast on television or radio.” You can’t drop an f-bomb on TV, so an f-bomb in the classroom would get you suspended. Three f-bombs would get you fired. This would apply to elementary school teachers, up through the university. And the language of this bill is broad, could even apply to reading out loud from classic literature, from, say, Chaucer, or Shakespeare, or the Ander Monson essay that Craig had his 201 students read out loud from just yesterday.

Now granted, Craig does not believe this anti-profanity bill will pass, because it is so obviously crazy. It has already been dubbed “ridiculously overbroad,” “unnecessary,” and “unconstitutional.” But, of course that was also his reaction to HB 2281, and look what happened: MAS classes in TUSD have been shut down, and Paulo Freire’s classic Pedagogy of the Oppressed and Howard Zinn’s People’s History of the United States have been removed from public school classrooms, along with dozens of other contraband books, including, famously, The Tempest.

The lesson, for Craig, is clear: Give an inch and the fascists (he looked up the definition, yes, and fascist, small f, is correct) will take a mile. So Craig is instigating a personal policy of small, random acts of protest: He wants you to know that HB 1467, the idea of it, at least as it is written now, is bullshit.

WIP this Friday, February 2nd

Part 2 of WIP Double Dip commences this Friday at 7 pm at Casa Libre on 4th. The readers below will be speaking into the microphone, turning their voices into electrical signals, which will, in some way, affect the cardiac electric system of your heart—interference? recalibration? resonance? We’ll just have to wait and see.

Jessica Langan-Peck talks with her hands, but she won’t read with them. Her stories almost always have potatoes and/or bicycles. She is from the northeast, where she would not be wearing open-toed shoes in February–she is really learning to appreciate this, despite the added expense of winter pedicures.

Megan Kimble cooked Christmas dinner in her family’s kitchen in Los Angeles, which is when her mom said, over the mashing of potatoes and simmering of stuffing, “I think in your next life you’re going to come back as a saguaro cactus.” (As context: Megan had just baked and frosted 100 gingerbread cookies shaped like saguaros.) In addition to cooking and cacti and combinations thereof, Megan likes running and traveling and the idea of science.

Benjamin Rutherford grew up in Sonoma County, California, but spent the last two years in Montana just before coming to Tucson. Outside of writing, he likes to skateboard, watch the Lakers, and hike.

WIP this Friday, January 27th

The first round of WIP is this Friday, January 27th. Readings begin at 7 pm at Casa Libre on 4th Ave.

Hannah Ensor You’d think for a girl who drinks all night, tans all day, gets into all-out brawls complete with fistacuffs and smashed bottles, there would be no limit to the depravity she’d go to. And you’d be right — sort of. Turns out, HANNAH ENSOR from the Jersey Shore actually has drawn a line for herself not to cross and it starts with taking it all off for Playboy Magazine. When asked if she would ever consider a shoot for Mr. Hefner, HANNAH shook her head no.

Heather Hamilton‘s students think she listens to weird music and “probably wears those recycled shoes.” When she was in fourth grade she journaled about her fondness for state capital building tours, sighting the incessant singing of the boys on the bus as the trip’s one downfall. She stands by this.

Lewis DeJong is from Iowa via Kansas City, has fiction in a few places, and feels bad for that mean thing he said to you, unless you thought it was funny.

WIP This Friday, November 18

Part deux of the WIP Double Dip continues this Friday, November 18th at Casa Libre. We’ve wrangled these three MFA’ers for the event:

Mike Powell writes fiction about characters he loves and characters he almost loves. His music criticism appears in Pitchfork, the Oxford American, Spin, the Village Voice, and other outlets both print and web.

Shelley Hubele is. Or, at least she thinks she is. In fact, she hates to-be verbs, so maybe she’s not. Or something. When she’s not pondering these questions, she likes to ponder others, especially those that relate to faith, love, and cultures (yogurt, wine, cheese, bread, etc). She also likes puppies.

Nicola Fucigna: We all have our addictions.

WIP This Friday, November 11

The WIP Reading Series continues this Friday, November 11th (back) at Casa Libre. This will be the first of two back-to-back weeks of WIP readings, (or as Daisy Pitkin more attractively put it:) a WIP Double Dip, if you will. Have a look-see at the biographies for Round 1:

Garrett Faulkner catches hell for his surname often. He is working on memorizing the five versions of the Gettysburg Address. His interests include lake effect, brisket, em dashes, and open browser tabs (lots of ‘em). He looks forward to spinning some tales for you this Friday.

Natalie Cunningham realized this fall that she far prefers the desert of southeast Utah to the desert of Tucson; it has far more color. She tries to write works of art about science.

Daniel DeKerlegand
Existing is plagiarism.
-Emil Cioran

HalloWIP this Friday, October 28th

WIP carries on this Friday in Daisy’s boneyard with the annual HalloWIP reading. Casa Libre got nervous when they heard about our proposed  séance to bring back Steve Jobs, so just for this week, the reading/haunting will be held at Casa Pitkin.  Starts at 7 pm, coffin nail sharp. Costumes required; no birthday suits this year, please.

Daisy Pitkin was born on Halloween. She is allergic to the sun. She was recently diagnosed with the vampire disease (no, seriously). She also has a black cat that will probably stalk you on Friday night. Please don’t touch her broom.

Meg Wade would almost always rather be cuddlin’.  She enjoys hammocks, smelling like campfire, and a really great sundress.  When she’s not writing poetry, she spends her free time playing gin rummy, trying to not spend her rent money on vinyl records and begging the sports gods to show mercy on Tennessee athletics.

Nancy Powaga will scare up some laughs at this HalloWIP.

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Make sure you check out the WIP blog, which lets you know when our graduate students here at the U of A will be reading their work at Casa Libre.

-N. Stagg