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"In the City" 

Nathan Shipley 

   

 

 

   The plaza 

   across the

   street 

   causes 

   my back 

   to ache;

   I lean 

   on the fence 

  & watch  

  — the un 

  housed 

  guy swinging 

  his arm 

 with a back

 pack 

                the movement

             of the traffic 

             like suds 

             on the surface 

             of the water 

             suds intense 

             shifting worked up

                   so like froth 

                   but with cars

 

             my mind 

                filled 

        with hatred

                   did we need

        another 

          coffee shop

          w plants — 

          I can’t stay

               I don’t live here

               San Luis Obispo 

 

                        I’m gone

                              walker st 

     archer st: new “development” 

               take south then  

                     tank farm

                          let’s put a 

         building there, too, 

             why not, 


 

  even my poetry, 

                            it’s turning

                into a freeway 

     I have lanes, I said 

                                    lanes,

            which exit, 

                                 patriot

 

     you might’ve 

            said something 

                    about

 

                 your country

 

           Did you know

    no one wants to come here 

 

                             think hard 

 

               America for sure 

                                          has us 

 

                         lane lane

                     lane poem

                     lane

 

                              I reject it 

                          I tear it up 

                                like a book

                  – you think I

               ’m just going 

                      to buy something,

                            do you, well, maybe

 

that summer  

  I wanted to make flyers

  with my friend 

  who lived at the summit 

  it didn’t matter 

 

  Maci said Gen was 

                                 breaking up 

  with her girlfriend

  and then she got sick

                 meanwhile 

  there was a party 

  you weren’t invited to

  I just wanted to draw

                 now the no flyer’s

  outside 

  next to the dresser and 

        the coffee table

  and it’s still not done 

not mad 

                    just “sick” 

                    so what

                       I wasn’t gonna say anything

 

their roommate Ty never asked my band 

to open for his band

  come on, Ty, a SLO noise rock band

 

I came upon some 

                old rolled up 

                    carpet 

                    & took a picture 

 

            that’s everything 

 

                I can write

                       on it

                           I can share the

                  carpet 

                         “that’s what I saw today” 

 

                                      dirty roll of carpet

                                  getting its picture 

                                  taken on the sidewalk 

 

                        I took the city’s

                                  picture today

                        not like a tree—

 

                        not aesthetic

 

                                   I want to be more negative

 

                                        in the way a gun 

 

      generally, the carpet is language—

      all that moisture & colliding

      I’m on some Hannah Beerman shit 

      & the picture turns out all grainy

      that’s good 

 

                                        In the city I listened to 

                                 The Parable by Red Crayola 

                           and thought This is it!

 

And, freaking out, 

oh god

 

          laned cement dream

                   public zooming fumes 

of noise, and facades, 

 

          white, filed on my walk

          it’s like a hall; 

 

          the block

                        ing and 

          honking 

 

          the paving— 

                   I had wanted 

          only to be 

          near a fountain

 

or something 

 

          and started to blather

 

          the sprawling 

          and spilling 

               of airs, 

 

               of distances

               of airs

 

           they go to work

                     on me. they 

              do their thing. 

 

I am Frank O’Hara

 

                                          nude

                               mangled 

                               christ

                                        figure

                                                 on my shelf 

 

                     I am Frank O’Hara

                     and his death 

 

                  I am under the 

              tires, my lips split 

         open, anti-social 

                like a character

                    -istic                   

  

             I’m 23

         I’m dead

                   yet walk around

 

                I think 

                I will go with ‘they’ 

                from now on 

 

                     (the whole map

                of speech) 

 

                     sometimes I feel in

                 side myself like a 

                 bag and am into it

                          I am alone

                       it’s just me 

              emphasis on the ‘non’ 

 

                             the part of me 

                             in my room 

                        is trans       I’m starting over

 

                                 I will 

                                        change my name,

                                                 I think 

                             Nathan is my 

                                             dead name 

                                             it’s just NA,

                               actually

                                             the neutral

                                             of the original

 

                                      like Frank

                                          but a protest 

 

                            I will crawl 

                                    over his body

                                          which is also 

                                  my body,  

                        triumphant 

                                and creative

 

                                             my bloody 

                                          limbs’ll 

                                                     cultivate 

                                       new love 

 

                                      it’s ‘they’ 

                              but like an 

                              orphan

 

                                   I started

                                   The Castle 

                                   by Kafka 

                                   but I did

                                   not finish it

 

                                      in my room 

                                   I put on a 

                                   movie 

                                   & fell asleep

                                   my dream was 

                                   of the queer 

                                   poet

                                      whom I 

                                      chased 

                                      thru the city 

 

                        each page 

                  was another 

                       gender 

                             or each

                             page was an era

                                        such weight

                                              lessness—

                                                    the historical 

                                         district 

                               untouched 

 

                        like that

 

Come back.

No. 

 

   A candle flickering—

   would a candle on a 

   shelf make you happy, 

   yes, at least, it’s pleas

   ing me, at least, 

        it’s in one place

 

     We are so nostalgic, 

     probably due to grief

     well, the air 

     won’t be air 

     for much longer

     so we better 

     take a good look 

 

I’ll be actually present 

when they 

cancel 

their plans

 

  until then 

  I’ll keep on being

bored and dead 

the light

 

        pouring in 

          and covered

  wall to wall 

     in prints, 

     Jane Freilicher, 

     book pile,

     songs poster  

 

      A family

   that’s what I want.

And I have to look for 

  it. Oh, I am: 

this is me 

 looking

   for my family

 

I cannot 

escape 

my century

 

       I write to you

       I embrace you

Two songs

 

Noel

editor's note: Noel, who also performs as Yellow Masters Blue, makes industrial-tinged drone music, which I don't hear in SLO's alternative music scene or whatever you want to call it. Leaning into an act of musique concrete, these two tracks "Head Canon" and "Rimbeaus Boat" are songs that haunt. Composed of looped field recordings and dissonant guitar passages, Noel weaves together a soundtrack for the city's coldest days. These are sounds as materials. 

Head CanonNoel
00:00 / 07:10
Rimbeaus BoatNoel
00:00 / 02:55

"It's All Dirt"

 

Interview with Eli Leclair

editor's note: Eli Leclair has moved into a house on Pismo St. This interview took place in the attic where they have begun setting up their bedroom. Entering it I saw plastic Target bags, boxes and wires, their work, some art—a good, warm sprawl. This room was unstable which I loved. They already owned this floor. It was their world and they just let me in. That’s Eli, open and terrific like some sound.

 

Unlike other drag artists I’ve seen, Eli actually moves me with their performances. In a kind of clown get-up, they move frantically across the stage and it’s something like agony in their movements—I see them reaching. They’re doing acts in a way that’s raw and really theirs.

 

During our talk Eli drank an iced White Lightning with oat milk from Naughty Bean, while their dog Moo—part pit bull, part bull dog—sat between us and succeeded multiple times in dividing our attention. We went right into it.

Nathan Shipley

In drag you go by Dirt… 

 

Eli Leclair 

What I wanted for my drag name was something a little unconventional. I think it's fun to have a pun name, in traditional drag style—Anna Bortion, et cetera—but I'm not very original with stuff like that and I feel like that wouldn't have really encapsulated me as a performer. I'm more interested in “alternative” drag, so I wanted an alternative name. I tried to think of words that encapsulated my aura, my intentions, and somehow I landed on Dirt. It kind of works out, too, when people are like—Oh, you're Dirt! I'm like, Yeah, because I’m filthy. Like a dirty play on words. 

 

Nathan

Dirt is quite androgynous as a drag persona—hyper-androgynous. What made you think this persona was possible? 

 

Eli

You look up drag performers and you see a lot of the RuPaul drag queens, which are all one style, with lots of money, Whitney Houston lip syncs, things like that. So in my search for drag kings that weren't “established” I got into this other, little section. Specifically I’m into the drag performer Hungry who does this kind of alien, other worldly thing—all-black eye contacts, a face piece, not human. It’s so androgynous, going into the other worldly, the nonhuman. I don't know why I'm drawn towards that. Maybe it's because it feels like people don't recognize me when I'm in something like that. Even with just a clown look, people will say, Oh shit, that's you? It's nice to be able to put on a costume and be seen as just this being. When I’m a drag “king” or “queen,” people already have preconceived notions about you.

 

Nathan

I’m wondering, then, how this kind of drag gives you an understanding of yourself, your queer self.

 

Eli

It’s a pretty circular thing. Sometimes I like looking and dressing like a girl, but realize that that is just drag. When I do a “fem” drag look I get the same feeling as when I'm dressing fem and going about my day. Drag’s not really gender affirming for me inside, but it is affirming to be a character and see I'm playing the character well. To find the line where I enjoy femininity and masculinity, on me, in my features, how much of it is what I enjoy as a dramatic thing and how much of it is actually what I enjoy day-to-day. How much represents me. That's why I like androgyny. The longer I've been doing drag, the closer I’ve gotten to that middle point of androgyny. But I can still play around with it. That's the fun part. I get to play around with costumes and make up this little character in my head. It's all Dirt, and each number is a different Dirt. 

 

And that's what I enjoy about other performers. If I notice them doing something in a masculine way that I like, I'm gonna try it the next time I'm walking around and see if people see me as more masculine. I get to explore how everyone around me perceives gender. It’s interesting to see the people’s perception. 

 

Nathan

A two-way mirror sort of experience.

 

Eli

Yeah, sometimes I get to step through the mirror and be in that world that I’m seeing into, but sometimes I have to step back to the other side… Well, I guess that's not how that works. 

 

Nathan

I don't know.

 

Eli 

I step in and observe and be part of it and then I step back and observe. 

 

Nathan

I imagine this complexity lends to certain pressures when you perform as Dirt—to be brief, perhaps.

 

Eli

I have to tone it down if I want more tips. The audience isn’t going to tip a performer they think is weird. They're going to tip a performer who is—bootsing the house down, Mama. They’re going to give her a dollar. I love that culture, but that’s not what my performance is about. 

 

Actually I’m facing this dilemma right now. There's a competition in November and the performers that are going—not all of them are AMAB—are the traditional kind, big wigs, hip pads, you know. No shade, but I really don’t know where I fit in. There's already the expectation that I'm going to be a drag king—You're going to do like a masculine thing, right? I’m like, No, I was planning on doing something feminine. I feel like an inconvenience. I don't want to just be the “weird” one, but I also want to go the extra mile. 

 

Friends and I have been talking about hosting more alternative drag shows. I’ve moved into a house with a big backyard—we could have shows here. Make it all alternative. It could open some doors for a lot of things in SLO. I forgot the original question.

 

Nathan

Expectations… 

 

Eli 

Right. I’ve been the stereotypical drag king before, binding my chest, drawing on a mustache, all that stuff—I do enjoy that, it's fun, but people don't take it seriously—That's so silly, you're a girl, but you’re dressed as a boy, et cetera. That's why I've found comfort in the clown thing, because I can make it slightly masculine, slightly feminine, but still have that third “weird” option.

 

Nathan

I’m noticing something kind of meta here, this “other” who is not only other to themself, but also to the drag world. 

 

Eli

Drag is supposed to be a place where all expectations of gender go away, because—Fuck this, gender is fake, it's all a performance, bla bla bla. But then people still enforce the binary, which is odd, because this is supposed to be a space where there is no other. In trying to not make an other, we’ve created that other. 

 

Nathan 

Do you have any optimism about the drag world?

 

Eli

The more people I talk to, the more people I find who are amped up about this style of drag. I see people who are trying things because they've seen me do it. A friend said they saw me do something with my makeup, so they tried it. That doesn't happen often because I haven't really performed in a while, but when it does, it's awesome. And I think alternative drag as a whole is getting big. It's circling back to that Club Kid scene in the nineties and I love that aesthetic so much. We're getting back to it. I’m confident that it will become more widespread—if not in SLO, then in drag as a whole. 

 

Nathan 

What is your desired effect on the average drag show goer? 

 

Eli 

A confusion mixed with, like, awe? I don’t want them to really know what’s going on, but to think it’s cool. Confused like not knowing if what I’m doing is drag. There have been performances I've seen where I was like, Wow, she's really good, and then found out she was AFAB. Like—What is that? That’s pretty cool. Welcomed in. I do also enjoy making people laugh, the comedy side of drag. If I can be goofy, get a couple more tips, I'll be goofy.

 

Nathan

Money has come up a couple of times in this conversation. Sounds like you have almost to sell Dirt if you want to put on a good show. 

 

Eli

That’s just how drag is because of RuPaul. I saw someone post about it, saying that the greater perception of drag’s been ruined, that it’s about buying big expensive pieces, looking like you're about to go into a photo shoot, all polished.

 

Nathan

Do you see yourself breaking away from that?

 

Eli

I would like to get to a point where I can make a look out of the things around me—rope and shit—where my mind isn’t set on what is going to make the most tips. But a lot of it is put towards getting established, achieving my idea of Dirt, contacts, face pieces, the basics. I spend money on making the basic look. But it feels like sometimes your worth as a drag artist can only be displayed in your tips, which isn't a good way to think about it, but I catch myself thinking that way. That's anything under capitalism—your worth tied to money. 

 

But I don’t plan Dirt’s future. She’s always developing. She’s a character of exploration, so I feel like if I pin her down, I can't really call her Dirt anymore, because she's done exploring.

 

Nathan 

To what degree do you identify Dirt with this constant metamorphosis?

 

Eli

To the degree that I can do something weird and not worry about people asking why Eli would do that, making that switch, completely out of Eli and into Dirt, becoming an entirely different person—Dirt is exploring that. More like: Dirt did that. The physical form of Dirt won't stop changing. But once I’ve established the character, then I think I will have fully metamorphosed and I’m done. Maybe I'm being a little too optimistic, thinking that there will be a time when there will be a complete Dirt. But right now I’m just trying to let loose and realize this is just a character. That’s why I enjoy the transformation; people can’t recognize me. 

 

One time after a drag show, I met up with some friends, and we went to McCarthy’s, and I was still in clown drag. So we went to McCarthy's, my friends in normal clothes and me in full fucking drag. I was embarrassed at first, but then I realized, all these people don't recognize me. If I walked in there the next night without makeup, they wouldn’t recognize me. That was freeing. I just had to tune into it and then—boom.  

"You and I and All the Plaster Men"

 

Charlotte Matthews

 

 

Charlotte Matthews, "There's probably more to all of this, we'd just need to dig deeper (but we haven't got the time)," 16 x 20 inches, Acrylic on canvas 

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Charlotte Matthews, "You and I and all the plaster men," 20 x 16 inches, Acrylic on canvas 

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Charlotte Matthews, "Mid-Range 2005 Personal Computer," Watercolor on canvas 

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Charlotte Matthews, Untitled, 14 x 14 inches, Acrylic on canvas 

"Frugal Flowers" 

Chloe Elerding

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Nathan Shipley (he, they) is a poet living in San Luis Obispo, CA. His work has appeared in Waxing & Waning and that's it. He is also a member of the band Hoses.

Noel (they) is a poet, artist, and experimental musician based in San Luis Obispo, CA. They upload their music to a Bandcamp profile, which you can find here

Eli Leclair (they) is a drag performer living in San Luis Obispo, CA, where they perform frequently. They are trying to organize more shows for alternative forms of drag. They also make clothes. You can follow them on Instagram @smeli.dirt. 

Charlotte Matthews (she) is a 22-year-old artist based in San Francisco, has had artwork shown in various bedrooms across California (mostly her own). She also writes poetry which you can read here.

Chloe Elerding (she) is a hand poke tattooer, but mainly a musician, based in San Luis Obispo, CA. She is a member of the band Amttrak and has a solo project called Bug House. She put out an EP this Fall which you can listen to here.

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