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Artist Interview

SmuttLab Sour Beer Tasting at Ode!

April 8, 2016


Smuttlabs does with beer what we like to do with fashion: experiment with different pallettes and have fun mixing things up. Sometimes, it gets a little wild...but in a good way. Join us tonight (Friday, April 8th) for a poetry reading, featuring Dora Malech and Sadie Dupuis, and enjoy sour beer tasting by New England's very own Smuttlabs. We asked Smuttlabs' "Tech" Jessica Rice, to tell us what each beer would wear to an Ode party. Here's what she said:

                                              
DAILY BRETT
This is our classic, year round saison sour, she would wear the classic little black dress.

                                                   
SMOKED CHERRY SHORT WEISSE

Mysterious and romantic, she would wear a flowing maxi dress.

                                              
PEACH SHORT WEISSE
She's fun, tart, and bold. She would wear anything with a bold graphic print.

Artist Interview

Dora Malech

April 8, 2016

 
                                                                                                                     "Hover" by Dora Malech

Dora Malech doesn’t drive a black car. She doesn’t have a Labrador. She owns an aging Chihuahua named Angel and drives through Baltimore in a sedan the color of a clementine. She knows all the words to “Semi-Charmed Life” and half of Shakespeare. She can rock galaxy-printed spandex like no other and take a figure of speech and explode it. When have you heard a word multiply? When has a punchline made you cry? Meet Dora Malech: author (of Shore Ordered Ocean and Say So), poet, teacher, artist, blogger, activist, and winner of the “rhymes with” contest. 

What were your first words…as a poet?
I had a pink diary in which I wrote daily journal entries from front to back and poems from back to front when I was a kid, so my daily life and my imagination kind of met in the middle, as they should. I definitely remember using the word “lagoon” in one of those poems.

What does your Bitmoji wear when she’s writing?
I’ll let her answer that:

 

What would you rhyme with “rhymes with”?
In a poem—
               time’s myth.
Or—
         lime’s pith.

But also… Grimes GIF? 

via GIPHY

Best scar story:
My knees don’t agree with hills and stairs. I’ve taken a tumble down hills in both hemispheres—once in San Francisco and once in Wellington, New Zealand. I also took a nice bloody fall down a flight of stairs after the first time I read at Ode, an act I’d rather not repeat this time.

Describe your perfect bachelorette party.
I think it would involve karaoke and crab dip. My idea of “fun” is basically shaped by the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk, regardless of the significance of the celebration.

What’s the best thing you’ve heard a child say?
The misunderstandings stick with me. Someone close to me refused to be a ring bearer in a wedding when he was a little kid, because he thought he was being asked to be some kind of circus animal—a “ring bear.” 

Is there a photo of something that inspires you? 

  

What’s on your bucket list?
Does dismantling institutional biases and systemic inequality count? That’s going to take more buckets than just mine though.

Where is the best place to eat in Baltimore, and what do you order?
I’d recommend an entire eating tour, but if you’re going to go to one place, stop in at Lexington Market for crab cakes and oysters. While you’re there, you can pick up some Berger cookies, which are basically big lumps of fudge with something cookie-like underneath.

What was the last revision you made on a poem?
An editor saved me from unintentionally but egregiously ripping off Dylan Thomas in the final line of a recent poem. Once it was pointed out, it was so obvious, but it felt like it had just come to me! It’s fixed now, so I won’t tell you where to look for it. Too embarrassing.

Favorite name of something found in nature:
I like the monosyllabic ones, like bract and rill. Though every poet loves petrichor. And you can’t go wrong with Chihuahua, though I don’t think they’re found in nature very often.

                                                                      "Angel"

Artist Interview

Sadie Dupuis

April 7, 2016


                                                                Photo cred: Shawn Brackbill

Sadie Dupuis: eye-catching, ear-catching, soundsmith, and wordsmith. Musician, teacher, poet, with a little mathmetician thrown in there, she is one of those women you see and wonder: how does she do it?  Well, she does it with aplomb, and with purple lipstick. She does it by dismembering moons to get to bulls to get to the horn. She, in her words, “…wade(s) around in different wets” to get to a place both unrecognizable and familiar: oh, the heart. Sadie Dupuis will be reading, along with poet Dora Malech, at Ode on Friday, April 8th, from 6-8pm. Enjoy a reading and a SmuttLabs Brewery sour beer tasting. Happy Poetry Month!

Best line from a song or poem about Spring:
Gonna defer to Audre Lorde on this one (as with most things): "We have no passions left to love the spring / Who had suffered autumn as we did, alone"   

Are you on Team Simile or Team Metaphor? Give us one that would win you a championship. 
I do have a poem about how icky metaphors are but any time I'm in a text message battle my greatest strength is whipping up an elaborate metaphorical scenario to win the argument. Mostly relating to Wes Craven movies. 

What inspires you?
Bagels. Seltzer, ft. bitters or espresso.

If you were a shade of lipstick, what color would you be, and what would its name be? 
Lately I've felt well represented by Thirteen, a teal liquid-to-matte made by Pretty Zombie (all vegan cosmetics, wacky colors). Not only because I like teal but because I generally align with adolescence and unluckiness.



Where do you go to get lost?
Online shopping. For wigs and nail stickers.

Who finds you?
My credit card company when I max out my account with online shopping. 

What would you want your last words to be?
"I can't believe I ate the whole thing."

The poem “Meditation at Lagunitas” (by Robert Hass) ends with the line, “saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.” On what one word would you meditate?
Hollandaise, hollandaise, hollandaise.

What was the last revision you made on a poem?
Turned "filthy" into "filthyyy," to great effect.

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