The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady


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From Fiery Lakes

Her lust


the humid air


Our L.A. Event Picks: Week of 7/1

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July 4 from 2pm-5pm: $12

Lost & Found Film Club, a monthly showcase of ephemeral, industrial, and educational 16mm films, salutes some of the things  that make this country great: Burgers? Check. Sparklers? Check. Amber waves of film grain from sea to shining sea? Double check.


May – Sept @ Los Angeles County Museum of Art

The exhibition Hans Richter: Encounters examines the  career of painter, filmaker, and writer, Hans Richter, as both an innovator and a collaborator for the first time.


7/5-7/6 at 8pm: $12-$150

Looney Tunes projected on a giant  screen, with their exhilarating scores played live by the Los Angeles Philharmonic.


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fear and rage as raw as pain

dwell  within the devil’s jungle

 I was born of wicked waters

quaking in her red lagoon

cast away from ivory towers

stained with pearls of misery

wild blood

burns in my hands

 unbound by heaven’s harmony


with fists that throb and howl

I will strike

for I am free.

-“Birth” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Deborah Stevenson:

When We Fall

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Whether we fall by ambition,


or lust

Like diamonds

we are cut with our own dust

by Joseph Webster

Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck


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copper cricket

in the shadow

cursed with cheerful melody

all your chirping

deafens you

to blue notes

in your


“Animus” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Disturbingly Familiar

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I can’t really put it into words.. but I like that there are so many recognizable pieces within it. .. Comforting and creepy at the same time. The pelvis- shape makes me think of birth and femininity … but the stark contrast between black and white and the sort of sharp but symmetrical corners give it an ominous feeling. Some elements are strong and warm, others seem tentative and reserved. It kind of looks the way I feel.


I Emerge Divine

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crystal showers

heal my mouth

wash away the taste of fruit

give me dreams of

strange desire


and new

like lily buds

By Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Leigh Viner: