Dance at the Masquerade Ball

by Bruce “Snow Ghost” Russell

I’m done with all your interference and lies. There’s no place to run. You know who wrote that letter. You know what I must do.

Backstage during the show, the chandeliers begin to shake.

I’ve been bled dry. Open up a vein and you’ll see poverty. I’m tired of this blackmail. We need to get rid of her.

This old and rotten theater has seen better days. Sounds of laughter still haunt its walls.

All the hatred built up over the years still resonates inside the theater.

Guests begin to disappear.

He rages behind the stage at the masquerade ball. The phantom of the rock opera rises up with a blood-curdling scream. From now on he will be the prowler behind the stage.


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

Dædalus

Dædalus, in the old myth, was trapped in a tower with his son, Icarus. He made wings of feathers, string, and wax, and planned their escape. Dædalus told Icarus not to fly too close to the sun, lest the wax melt, nor too close to the sea, lest the feathers get soggy with mist. High over the ocean, Icarus flew higher and higher, the wings melted, and he crashed and drowned.

Some bohemian scenes encourage people to fly closer to the sun, supporting them when they take risks and move towards their fears. These scenes ease the pain of trying and failing. Other scenes help people feel good about flying closer to the sea, settling for what’s easy, making their hearts and dreams smaller, living lives of distracting comforts. These scenes ease the pain of not trying at all.

Which one does bohemian Worcester do? (Mike Benedetti)


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

Just Kids

A book by Patti Smith reviewed by Jen Burt

Just Kids is Patti Smith’s account of her unconventional relationship with the photographer Robert Mapplethorpe. They started as a heterosexual couple. When Robert came out as gay, they remained close friends and muses, caring for each other while struggling with poverty, hunger, trenchmouth, and depression. In the hands of a lesser writer, this would have been just another tale of romantic starving artists crossing paths with the famous and successful, on their way to fame of their own. But Smith avoids this trap, and relates her story with the perfect mixture of humor, history, poignancy, coffee, and lots and lots of donuts.


an excerpt from Just Kids
. . . I went through our belongings and found exactly fifty-five cents, slipped on my grey trench-coat and Mayakovsky cap, and headed to the Automat. I got my tray and slipped in my coins but the window wouldn’t open. I tried again without luck and then I noticed that the price had gone up to sixty-five cents. I was disappointed, to say the least, when I heard a voice say, “Can I help?” I turned around and it was Allen Ginsberg. We had never met but there was no mistaking the face of one of our great poets and activists. I looked into those intense dark eyes punctuated by his dark curly beard and just nodded. Allen added the extra dime and also stood me to a cup of coffee. I wordlessly followed him to his table, and then plowed into the sandwich. Allen introduced himself. He was talking about Walt Whitman and I mentioned that I was raised near Camden, where Whitman was buried, when he leaned forward and looked at me intently.

“Are you a girl?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “Is that a problem?”

He just laughed. “I’m sorry. I took you for a very pretty boy.”

I got the picture immediately.

“Well, does this mean I return the sandwich?”

“No, enjoy it. It was my mistake.”

He told me he was writing a long elegy for Jack Kerouac who had recently passed away. “Three days after Rimbaud’s birthday,” I said. I shook his hand and we parted company.

Sometime later Allen became my good friend and teacher. We often reminisced about our first encounter and he once asked how I would describe how we met. “I would say you fed me when I was hungry,” I told him. And he did.


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

Faster Cake for a Stronger America

Cupcakes have so much cachet nowadays. There are stores and even roving dispensaries devoted to the pursuit of cupcakey goodness. But cupcakes take a long time and special equipment to bake, or else they’re miles away and cost too much money. There’s another way: the mugcake.

Just gather together 3 tablespoons of flour, 3 tablespoons of sugar, 3 tablespoons of oil, 3 tablespoons of water or soymilk, ¼ teaspoon of vanilla, and ¼ teaspoon of baking soda. Stir them together gently in a coffee mug, microwave for about 3 minutes, and voilà! A single-serving portion of deliciously warm, fluffy cake emerges. Next time, try adding a couple tablespoons of cocoa powder, or a couple teaspoons of chocolate chips.

Now you have no excuse for not eating fresh, delicious, healthy cake with every meal. (Holly Jones)


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

Prickles

He planted a translucent orange bottle on the coffee table before us and said, “The only drug worth doing my friends, is prickles.”

Prickles is the street name of beta-alanine, an amino acid supplement. I hate drugs and drug culture, but as a journalist I knew it was my duty to stuff my bloodstream with as many free substances as I could.

We stirred the coarse powder into glasses of water and toasted to our debauchery.

Minutes later he was mumbling coherently about his scalp being prickly. My lips were burning like they had very mild salsa on them.

“My hands are tingling,” he announced. “How are you doing?” I still felt normal.

Why is beta-alanine available in the first place? It all comes down to carnosine, a dipeptide made of the amino acids beta-alanine and histidine. There’s a lot of carnosine in brain and muscle tissues, but vegetarians have relatively low levels of carnosine, as little as half the levels of omnivores. Since taking beta-alanine increases levels of carnosine in muscle tissue, beta-alanine is popular with some veg athletes. The paræsthesia or “prickles” associated with beta-alanine are caused by the spike in beta-alanine levels in the blood after taking it, which somehow triggers mild nerve sensations.

Five minutes later my extremities began to tingle and itch. “Oh, I think I feel something! Is it supposed to feel like I have eczema all over my body?”

“Yes. Hell yes.”

As the trip went on my symptoms went from slightly interesting to slightly irritating. Eventually the drug-induced pins and needles subsided, and I lay back in the usual tepid euphoria that is sobriety.

For those still wondering why this seemingly pointless drug is sweeping the streets of Worcester, the answer is in its subtlety. Usually one’s experience of itchiness is bound up in the cause of the itchiness, whether lingering too long in a hot shower or your foot being asleep. Beta-alanine, however, creates an itchiness without apparent cause, forcing us to contemplate that sensation in and of itself, providing, at least for a moment, a window into the very nature of human experience. (Shane Capra)


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

A Killer Headache

Ever since you died, the migraines have been getting worse.

At first you tried the usual—aspirin, caffeine, screaming—but you quickly learned that the type of migraine caused by having a large part of your brain eaten by an undead creature does not respond well to medication. The only known remedy is nutritional.

The brains of lower animals will work, partially, for a short time, but only human brains have the right balance of vitamins, essential fats and amino acids necessary to hold off the searing, throbbing agony long enough to make it to your next meal. And they taste surprisingly good.

Unfortunately, while you were busy figuring all this out, the rest of the undead world was finishing off the last of the human race, leaving you with A Killer Headache.

A Killer Headache is a text adventure game that you can download or play online. Go to bit.ly/ifdb-killerheadache to try it out. (Mike Ciul)


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

The Myth of the Runner’s High

Beginners often long for a time when running is not only easier, but actually fun. They can hardly wait to experience the endorphin-induced euphoria popularly called “the runner’s high.”

Well, sorry to burst that balloon. Running will always suck. It hurts when you begin because you are out of shape and hurts when you are fit because you run proportionately faster. The weather will be ideal for running about two weeks a year, otherwise it will be too hot, cold, windy, icy, humid, snowy, or rainy. Courses that boast they are “glass flat” will torture you with “rolling hills.” You will have to go to the bathroom at awkward times and visit some very dicey port-a-potties. (My wife has button-holed complete strangers during half marathons to use their bathrooms.)

You will get sunburned, windburned, frostbitten, and in my case, twice last year, stung by bees. You will feel misery that has no equal outside a cancer ward. On long runs, men actually bleed from their nipples unless they coat them with Vaseline, for crying out loud!

I’m an Irish Catholic, I get through my runs by reciting the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary: e.g. Jesus is tortured, Jesus is crowned with thorns, Jesus dies on the cross.

I’d sugar-coat it if I could, but that won’t do you any favors. There are real rewards of running. They just don’t occur during the running itself.

Scott Schaeffer-Duffy is a Catholic Worker, marathoner, and high school cross-country coach. This article is excerpted from his book Straight Talk on Running: An Introduction to America’s Weirdest Sport.


From the January 2013 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

Who Is Monkey?

Monkey is inquisitive, playful, fast, dextrous, sometimes a thief, sometimes (inadvertently) helpful, an inventor, a liar, a braggart, sometimes annoying, sometimes a child, unsettled, restless, capricious, whimsical, fanciful, inconstant, confused, indecisive, uncontrollable, sometimes cunning, sometimes foolish, sometimes combination cunning/foolish, never a winner, sometimes a loser, always a player in any game, ever. Monkey is helpful in many situations defined by rules, customs, taboos, stasis, and change—Monkey messes around and ruins things, tests limits, and seeks new ways of doing things. Though monkeys are useful in this regard, they don’t do these things to be useful—they’re just doing their own thing, messing around! In the scientific community, this is known as “pure research.”

Monkey is a character in many world literatures and folklores—this is because with some variation in temperament, monkeys are real and constant fuckers, though cute, and abstracted enough from humans that it’s tempting to see yourself in them. People tell stories about crazy monkeys getting into all sorts of trouble—that’s a story that everyone likes to hear. I read a great article recently about a monkey that used to ride this one bus every day—it would wait at the stop, get on the bus, it had a regular seat that it always sat at, and a regular stop it got off at. Long story short, something went down on the bus, someone put their foot down like the monkey is going to understand or respect human law and what a dollar means, and let’s just say that a mess of people got very bit up as a consequence. Maybe the monkey got hurt, but the monkey wasn’t the only one, that’s for sure.

In some of these stories, things end up very bad for the monkey, but the important considerations are: it’s fun to tell stories about monkeys; if there are monkeys around you’re going to tell stories about them; a monkey sometimes will just run up and steal your Gatorade out of your bag, run up a tree, and drink your Gatorade, and you’re just standing there, what are you going to do, yell at it? So bottomline: if you have a literature in an area where there are monkeys, there’s going to be a lot of leeway and adventure, and not so much moralizing or fingerpointing. And if your literature is from a place where no monkeys at all live, chances are it’s going to have uptight and weird bummer elements that you will need extracurricular spiritwork to route around. I mean even Jesus Christ Himself didn’t get things done on Earth until He met those two thieves on the hill, that’s basically the same thing.

In conclusion: If you are an annoying kid reading this I am in no way advocating you being annoying and intelligent and precocious to me, I will treat you like a wild animal and sweep you away with a broom without any moral compunction. But if you (any you) are stagnating in a self-made prisony realm, try the monkey’s pathless path— standing on any available surface, opening things and pouring them out, talking about things you have no business talking about, and getting into a position where if you don’t think, and think fast, you are going to die.

Famous monkeys and apes in history: Hanuman, Hindu deity and ardent devotee of Rama; Signifying Monkey, subject of the first recorded rap; Sun Wukong, “the Monkey King,” star of Chinese epic folktale “Journey to the West”; Curious George; that chimpanzee that bit that lady’s hands off. (Written by Jacob Berendes. Art by Tooth Granat.)


From the January 2012 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

Alum-Mhkwasin

Coyotes live among us. Some of us hear their howls. Some see their scat. Some see their prints. And from time to time some are lucky enough to actually see them.

On a warm morning following a recent snow my daughter and I were out waiting for the bus on our quiet street. And then we saw him! A full grown coyote popped up from the brook, crossed the street in broad daylight, right in front of us, and then headed upstream and out of sight!

I followed his tracks backwards down the brook, out onto the frozen pond, around a few minor islands, and to a tight, round hole in the snow on a small island, fur still clinging where he had bedded down.

Backtracking further, across ice and forest, I lost his tracks among a mess of different animal prints beside the street.

I returned to where I’d seen him and followed his tracks forward. It was clear he followed other tracks whenever possible, whether tire tracks, foot prints, or dog prints. Sometimes he followed the brook, sometimes a hiking trail. He headed along a cart path, then hopped up a steep slope onto a stone wall with a grand view. I looked at the landscape with new eyes.

Compared to a dog’s, a coyote’s prints have tighter pads, more of a cluster. The Nipmuc might have called him alum-mhkwasin, “wolf-dog.” In the woods, his tracks were a straight line, but approaching a street he zigged, popped up to a high spot, then ducked down low before crossing.

When the slope got steep, he followed the switchbacks just like a hiker. We shared the tedium and the benefit! He took off through the woods, across a frozen stream, along a dike, and headed over to the forgotten brush of back yards, the neglected space between houses where he wove his way, with more of that careful zig and pop when nearing an exposed place.

I lost the tracks at the corner. I walked up and down the slush lined pavement, but saw nothing.

The coyote does not grant more than a glimpse. He leaves a partial track. That is his way. (Colin Novick)


From the January 2012 issue of Happiness Pony. [PDF]

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(Michael Paulukonis)