Barbie Girl

barbieMood: Industrious
Drinking: Sweet tea

A little body-image black humor on a lovely spring afternoon:

36. 18. 33.

Even Barbie thinks she’s fat
worries about the wideness of
her molded Mattel hips
tries to arrange her doll parts
into the most attractive combinations
while driving her pink convertible
past Ken’s house.

Every time Barbie catches a glimpse
of herself in the tinfoil mirror
she thinks her Twist n’ Turn stomach
looks bloated, imagines new dimples
on her soft vinyl thighs, tosses
synthetic gold tresses off her shoulder
and wonders if her makers
will go up a cup size.

In the right light, her frigid pink smile looks insecure.
She’s convinced Skipper is made of better plastic
and envies her youthful complexion.

Even Barbie thinks she’s fat,
so you will never be small enough.

*****

This one was inspired by my new pal Jim, who collects Barbie dolls. After seeing photos of his impressive (and expensive) collection, I started thinking about my own Barbie experience… My mom wouldn’t buy me a Barbie doll, but my cousin Becky gave me one of hers after half of its hair fell out.

Then I remembered these photos I took of my childhood Barbie after I found her in a box in my Mom’s attic. I remember a puppy gnawing on her face, but I don’t know when her arms fell off. I took a few nude Barbie photos before throwing her away.

But I got all nostalgic last week and did a search on ebay for the 1976 Ballerina Barbie and found myself a replacement, complete with tutu and toe shoes, with the wee golden crown molded right into her cranium. I have no idea what I’ll do with her when she arrives.

All this Barbie talk is weird. So many people have such violent opinions about a bit of plastic and vinyl. Here. Check out a more philosophical Barbie poem — the famous “Barbie Doll” by Marge Piercy.

Did you know that (accd. to wikipedia) if Barbie were a real woman, her measurements would be a ridiculous 36″, 18″, 33″? Crazy, I know. Hence the title of my little ditty…

On to less scandalous topics. I am not a 2008 Mastermind. Disappointing, but not surprising given the high caliber of my 14 fellow finalists. You can’t win ’em all. But I have to say the “party” that SF Weekly threw at Mojito was pretty lame. “Artopia” it was not. Somebody over there needs a lesson in how to do an artist shindig up right!

Speaking of doing it up right, Shel and I are almost finished with cinépoem #19 (holy cow!). “Strange” just needs a few more visual tweaks, and our brand new composer, Aaron Purvis, is mixing up the final score. That’s right, we’re debuting an original score for this one. Movin’ up to the big time. I think you’ll all dig it.

And that’s about it for today. Be safe, be well, and don’t be too hard on Barbie. She thinks she’s fat, poor thing!

-Lo, who thinks an 18″ waist must be kind of painful to achieve.

Masterminding It

invitationMood: All Business
Drinking: All Water

I found out yesterday that I and my cinépoetry partner, Michelle Brown, have been named finalists for the 2008 Masterminds competition.

The program is sponsored by SF Weekly, and promotes local San Francisco artists. There are 14 finalists, and 4 winners will be chosen to receive a $2,500 grant. We are crossing our fingers that our cinépoems win!

Everything we’ve done so far, cinépoetry-wise, has been without any budget to speak of, so imagine what we could do if we had some money to work with! I’m getting stars in my eyes just thinking about it…

Check out all the fabulous Masterminds finalists here, and come to Artopia on March 27th (at Mojito in North Beach) to get yourself a drink, check out all the art and cheer Michelle and I on.

As if that weren’t enough to get the party started, we also have cinépoems screening at the Sacramento International Film Festival!

If you’re in northern California, stop by and check out some great new work. The festival runs from March 29 to April 6, and our collection of cinépoems (titled “Slippery Shiny Feathery Things”) is screening at 4 p.m. on Friday, April 4, at 24th Street Theater in Sacramento.

Whew! I’m all worn out from all the excitment.

-Lo, with visions of Big Top cinépoetry in her head.

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