Yes NYC!

Now, folks, we have been to the albsolute extraterrestric event yesterday evening in the Alphabet Village (the wild part of the East Village). It was the strangest literary event I have been to in my life and I have been to quite a few weird ones. It is called “Reverend Jen’s Anti-Slam” and is organized for 11 years now every week(!!) by Reverend Jen, who wears elf ears (seriously, like all the time, not only for this occasion - check out her homepage). She was draging her Chihuahua (see picture above, this is actually her dog!) around with her at a pink leash all evening. And there were several other strangely dressed Chihuahuas running around all over the place (free for adoption). Everybody who likes has six minutes to present absolutely anything (in former times, some people appeared naked on stage), and texts were the exception. People were mainly doing stand-up comedy or public therapeutic processing of depressing experiences they’ve had recently. One guy who wore a brunette wig, sunglasses and a patchwork-70ties-leathercoat told us that his driver was almost more famous as he himself and he had to have his speech filmed on video for his therapist (whom he just caught having sex with his trainer before he came to the Anti-Slam, which really disturbed him, because he did not know the therapist was gay). Another guy, Satan, wore a long white Kaftan and horns and had red and black eyes with yellow pupils and was blowing his nose into the U.S. flag. He is a file clerk in real life. Well, you got the overall picture. During a break, Reverend Jen was answering questions about her orgasms and masturbation habits. It was fun. In case you want to go there: it is not obligatory to dress weirdly in order to be admitted. As the thing happens weekly, it is clear why they all know each other really well and everbody saw that we were “the strangers”. The only really embarrassing speech, however, was the one of a young woman from Berlin who was playing it “rough” (like “hey, I am also smoking pot regularly”) which was kind of embarrassing, considering the fact that probably half of the audience has been subject to hard drug abuse for several years or so. Sorry, I was getting sort of lengthy here. Let me end this with the words of one of the Anti-Slamers: God bless you, Rev Jen ! And all of our blog readers too! And if you wonder how you can become a Reverend or carry the title “angel”, “brother” and the like check this out. Curious to hear more about the Anti-Slam? Then read this article in Village Voice.