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How will you know you attended the Southern Writers Reading Series at Happy Ending Lounge (302 Broome st.) on Wednesday, May 8th and listened to the amazing poems of Melissa Broder, Rio Cortez, Amanda Smeltz, and Iris Cushing?

 
1. Wake up May 9th and climb onto the fire escape. Let the bluebird land on your finger. It will have Louie Armstrong’s voice and you will offer it some cheesecake. The man selling flowers on the street will call you “Maria” and use a sling shot to put a rose between your teeth. After you crawl inside, you will cook the rose for breakfast. If the moon left a goodbye note on your bed saying ‘have a nice day’, you will know you attended Southern Writers.

2. Tell the world you’re having a dinner party. Invite everybody. Don’t forget the reptiles. Spend your inheritance on the most extravagant tablecloth ever. Go outside and look at the stars like Noah. If somebody shoots you with a poison dart and writes “I Am Beautiful” in permanent marker on your forehead and leaves you sleeping under a fig tree, you will know you attended Southern Writers.

3. Open your favorite book and find a lock of hair. Bow to the east and west. Burn the book before the shrine erected to your one true love. Use the hair as a fake mustache. The gods will think it looks good on you. They will stop turning into mice and running behind the oven. You will die. You will be brought back. You will seem older, wiser. You will write a song. If you play the song and a warm wind blows across your face, you will know you attended Southern Writers.

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Reverend Crocodile Monk-fish

bipedA wise man once said that a bird in hand is better than a vulture in the air. I agree. And, besides, at the Southern Writers Reading Series, we keep our vulture on a leash. But humans roam free. Monkeys too. And we plan to keep it that way. One might say we favor mammalian bipedalism more than any other reading series in all of New York—or, at least, in Chinatown. And this month at Southern Writers, we will be celebrating the 1,800,000th year of our bipedal dominance over creation with readings from four of the most talented bipeds we could bring into our bar, legally or otherwise. On April 10th, come down to Happy Ending Lounge (302 Broome St) around 7:30pm and witness Ted Meyer, Morgan Parker, Laura-Eve Engel, and Tara Skurtu as they perform the most dazzling literary wonders that you can afford without having to spend a night in jail.

 

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The Reverend

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We, the Reverend’s disciples at the Southern Writers Reading Series, have no clue of the Reverend’s whereabouts. Some say he was last seen outside a Popeye’s in Chinatown prophesying the coming of a new and improved spicy chicken sandwich. Others claim he was seen in central park attaching his goat to a pulley system and hoisting it up into the branches so no wolves could eat it. Others believe he is running about the city in a bear costume pillaging non-suspecting deli’s of all their honey. As his disciples at the Southern Writers Reading Series, we gravitate toward the most likely situation: he was raptured along with his pet hamster fiddlesticks–who has also gone missing. Whatever the situation, one of the largest reading events of the century is THIS WEDNESDAY and we find it necessary to promote the event in his absence. On Wednesday, March 13th, come out to Happy Ending Lounge (302 Broome st) around 7:30pm and experience the wildest, most terrifying and most “fun-for-the-whole family” reading of your lifetime. With readings by Liz Dosta, Ocean Vuong, Robin Grearson, and Nalini Abhiraman, and lasers, thumb tacks and fireworks provided by Crazy Carls Fireworld and Tire Store, we can basically guarantee that this is the show to end or begin all shows, more or less. With or without the Reverend, the show must go on. Especially one of this importance and danger. So join us THIS WEDNESDAY March 13th at Happy Ending Lounge, we guarantee you won’t find better poetry, fiction, or disciples anywhere on this or any other planet.
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The Disciples of Reverend Amo Diddle

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dear revrind,

I am in firs grad. I want to becom sothrn and read at the ceres. I rite stores nad I wons had a cat. I rit abowt a lost sok. The sok came home on the hed of a snak. Snak lost his mommy and sok was gilty. Ther was cort and sok gos to jal. He dies of gilt. Than Sok flys to hebbin whr demins rip his string and thros him in caeg of fir nad he burns so hot til he is noting. He is noting but dispar ets him forivr. The Ind. I am gratist riter in hol firs grad. One day you wil inviet me to read wit oter famos riters. Intil than you have soch grat ceres! This month you hav Ben Purkert Kyle Erickson Jen Levitt nad Katie Byrum!!!! Sooooo grat! I wold com but it is ilegil. NOOOO boys! Onle adlts can lisen to thim and drink bear. Feburay 13 is the day. Ach Winsday. Day fter mardy graw. Day bifor vawlintimes. You must have thngs in yor sleefs. Crasy revrind! When I git oldr nad I am prsident I wil com to sothern riters reading ceres always!

Cincery,

Robert

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Life is magical. No one can deny this. Just look at a dog. How does he put on that Holiday sweater with little hands like that? Magic, I say. And at the Southern Writers Reading Series, magic is everywhere. So if you’re scared of it, stay home and cry yourself to sleep. But if you are brave and beautiful, lighthearted and rich, young and dangerous, bring your friends to the Southern Writers Reading Series on Wednesday, January 9th. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when the bartender takes mysterious liquid, hides it in a silver cup, shakes it, and hands you a potion that will later make you quit your job, open a puppet shop and possibly move back in with your parents. Or when a reader awakens a spell that causes everyone to laugh, cry, bleed, smite, frog, or gallop. These things will happen and happen they will. So whether you really want the magic or just need to hear some amazing prose and poetry, come out to Happy Ending Lounge (302 Broome St) on Wednesday, January 9th around 7:30pm and listen to the amazing work of Jay Deshpande, Jocelyn Casey-Whiteman, James Arthur, and Abba Belgrave. I guarantee you won’t find better poetry or fiction or magic smiting available anywhere on this or any other planet.

 

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The Reverend

 

angry-monkey-albinoDear Reverend,

I am a young man from the south living in nyc and looking for a chill place to take a girl on a date. Do you have any recommendations?

Dear Confused,
Take your old lady to the Southern Writers Reading Series at Happy Ending Lounge. It is built like a bronco with plenty of get up, whether you are looking to buy an albino monkey, get a false passport, or just slip on a Saturday night kinda drunk. The anesthesiologists are basically professionals and the blue crab in your cocktail is always declawed. I highly acknowledge the thing on Wednesday, December 12th, around 7:30pm where you will experience the infamous poetry, fiction and mind reading. This month munch on the literary delights of Thomas Dooley, Christine Kanownik, Keara Driscoll and Stephanie Berger. You prolly seen these names written on the side of an overpass, but on Dec 12th they will be at Happy ending in the flesh. It will be like a chicken biscuit with grape jelly, a satiation that no person–living or dead, sane or otherwise–can afford to miss. I guarantee sincerely you won’t find a better thing to do with your old lady anywhere else on this or any other planet.

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The Reverend

Why are you sad? Is it because the Southern Writers Reading Series takes place only once a month? Now your troubles are over! Introducing SOWRI—it’s like a Swiss Army knife but for all of your Southern Writers needs. It comes with knifes, duct tape, a toothpick, a miniature banjo, whiskey, a glass eye, the book of Exodus, an mp3 player with recordings by all of your favorite Southern Writers, and much much more. And better yet, it all fits in your pocket. And even better than that it can be yours for FREE simply by coming out on November 14th to the next Southern Writers Reading Series at Happy Ending Lounge (302 Broome St). You’ll experience the phenomenon live with readings by four world-class writers: Paul Legault! Ed Winstead! Sampson Starkweather! and April Heck! And then you can take SOWRI with you wherever you go: the subway, on a rock by the river, Texas, your bed, the laundromat, east Texas, Planet Smoothie, and just about everywhere else. But wait! That’s not all! If you come to the reading on the 14th and get there at 7:30pm you can win a cool and sleek alligator skin carrying case! That way you can look like a legitimate southerner while listening to all of your favorite readings! So be sure not to miss the next Southern Writers Reading Series. I guarantee you won’t find better poetry or prose or multi-purpose pocket-sized gadgets available anywhere on this or any other planet.

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The Reverend

FO REAL THO: a portion of the proceeds will go to the Red Hook Initiative and its efforts to help those affected by Hurricane Sandy.
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