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table of contents
blue minivan tour 19
my brother 14
no kiss poetry 12
a plaid centerfold 16
queens on screen 6
strange sites 22
wanderer's dinner party 20
belch 3
small press circus 4
snap shots 24
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[[editor]]
ann matsushima
BELCH [[publisher]]
eyeball burp publications
[[contributors]]
alex chiu
emily kaneshiro
tom mcdermott
The number one question asked is “What is Eyeball justin nakasone
Burp?” randy nelson
tina tae
Eyeball Burp was and still is a song sung in an ice
cream cone, and it has become a call for change, [[copy edit]]
conversation, inspiration, community and cre-
tina choi
ation.
hyo f. davis
Eyeball Burp has become a home. Its mission has
become my life’s mission. When I wasn’t investing [[technology]]
my life into the arts, my soul yearned for it. Eye- zorana ngai
ball Burp Issue 1 was bled out of a need to creative
freely and to tell our life’s stories. [[blog]]
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Eyeball Burp is a celebration of those I love and
whose works I hold dear. Because their artistic
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gifts touch my heart, I hope that they can touch
yours as well. I am learning strength in the strug-
our sincerest graditude
gle from the dandelion, the single parent, the left the chius
out and lonely, the marginalized, the forgotten, and vanessa yee
the silenced. Together, we hope to break down the miss donuts
barriers that separate, and dwell as neighbors and nancy romero
friends, and family. the matsushimas
neighborhood grinds
Eyeball Burp is our collective voice, shouting to wells & brent shimazaki
be heard amongst all the rumble of the city, and
nancy terasaki
knowing full well of our responsibity to our com-
munities to document history from the stories of
david shingo
its people. Thank you to everyone who graciously the saldanas
submitted their work. Keep on creating. It inspires joyce kim
me. the gotos
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small press circus
Gloria Toyun Park, La Perruquiere
A colorful story about a female wig maker and performance art-
ist who, raised in her aunt’s Koreatown wig store, grew up to cre-
ate viseral wig sculpture/architecture “Wig Disasters”, or sculp-
tures posing as wigs. Park quotes that “Hair is potent because it
defines our sexuality- though hair has no gender.” Perhaps one
of the most inspiring stories of a Asian American female artist
I’ve ever come across. (elkzine.com)
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signaling
It is a book where the words breathes. They also cry, moan, laugh
and whisper. The words stir up emotions and action and thought.
They keep one company before bedtime, and cradle one into slum-
ber on the nights where the body is just too tired to mourn. traci
kato-kiriyama births poetry everyday. Her relentless dedication
towards community building and bring performance and poetry
to the people makes her a mentor towards many who are looking
for the signals that she makes while forging through unknown ter-
ritories. (Theundeniables.org)
Group Poop
Oodles of Doodles in this puppy! Doodler Alex Chiu connects
the greatest of international doodlers with the known and the
unknown doodlers of the States, combining them in the gnar-
liest, grusome, ugliest & fantastical collection of drawings this
side of the planet has ever seen. It’s a must for all the senses.
(Eyeball Burp Publications)
Queens On Screen
Essay by Ann Matsushima/ Photos various sources
Perhaps this story begins at the Video Store Named Desire. A small
neon sign buzzes into the night that new releases are only 99c. Anything 99
cents immediately grabs my attention. The first step inside breaks me away from
the reality of the outside world, launching me into a video maniac frenzy, dig-
ging through mounds of dusty VHS and discarded 90’s dramas, flipping through
title after title of movies that I’ve hear of but have never seen. This small store-
front houses a vast collection of cult films keeping us occupied for months.
However, Desire doesn’t always cut it. In this case, you can get into
your car and drive the 998 miles to Portland and pop into The Bad Apple
(6340 SE Foster Road,
Portland, OR 97206,
(971) 212-2164) where
Pooty Tang is on dis-
play and a tricked-out,
green-tasseled, low-
rider bike sits in the
windowsill. The Bad
Apple is a combined
effort of Sparkplug
Books’ Dylan Williams
and co-conspirer Tim
Goodyear. Both are
zany characters, whose
private video collections
fortunately seeps into
the store, so that the lo-
cal community of Port-
land has a constant flow
of the weirdest, strang-
est, and most obscure
everything. Is this why
Portland’s slogan is,
A gem! 99 cent for a 6 day rental! 11631 Santa
Keep Portland Weird? Monica Blvd, L.A, CA 90025 (310) 444-0079
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If you look closely at the “A” in Bad Apple, you’ll see the smiling face of Dylan Williams,
publisher of Sparkplug Books. Visit www.badapplestore.blogspot.com
I didn’t know what I was looking for,
all I knew was that I was fascinated.
Yet despite the two gems of video stores, it was the Torrance Li-
brary where I found and rented Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Captivated
by the colors, textures, and attitudes that were conjured up amidst the re-
moteness of the Austrailian desert, I watched it over and over and over again,
each time as entralled with it as the first. Though it wasn’t my first introduc-
tion to drag queens (Divine in Pink Flamingos was), Mitzi, Bernadette and
Felicia’s 4-week trek in “Priscilla”, the pink tour bus, was a rough journey
through much homophobic abuse and violence. As they perform for differ-
ing towns in the Austrailian outback, it became apparent that town members
weren’t as accepting of the “performances” of the trio as Sydney had been.
Every week, I would enter Desire and ask for movies starring drag
queens, using terms like
“gender benders”to try to
describe and articulate my
new favorite genre of film.
I didn’t know what I was
looking for, all I knew was
that I was fascinated. Per-
haps by the fashion, per-
haps by the makeup magic,
perhaps by the transforma-
tion of a man into a woman,
and that tightrope that one
walks upon when skirt-
Mitzi, Bernadette, & Felicia as “cocks in frocks on a rock”
ing inbetween the genders.
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The next few movies where introductory drag, good and informative,
but not the best. There was Kinky Boots, an oxford shoe making factory begins
to make silhouette boots, fashioned to support the weight of a man, and support
it did. John Water’s Female Trouble features Divine as a fame-crazed mother,
who becomes a model for her hairdressing company. Her face becomes hide-
lously deformed from a chemical burn but her associates convince her that she
is not ugly, but gorgous. In fact, more beautiful than ever before. Wonderfully
outrageous and deliciously camp. And then there was Party Monster. Pulling
emotional strings that you didn’t even know you had, this monster captured a
lonely darkness amidst hopeless situations, of drugs, loneliness, and death, that
stemmed out of a need for people to be
together and be accepted and loved. I
cried everytime I watched it (3x) and it
challenged me to become more creative
in event planning and hosting parties.
I heard wind of a documen-
tary called Paris is Burning, and that I
needed to see this movie. Mikey at De-
sire said he didn’t know where his copy
was. We later found “Paris” in a dusty
stack of VHS tapes in the cult films sec-
tion. I had hear of “voguing” but I didn’t
know that it was used at the balls in bat-
tles to win best in category. To vogue
meant to dance for respect, a mixture
between getting ready in the morning
and series of atheletic dance gesturing.
Justin Bond in Shortbus, 2006
No kiss
“Where are we?”
And, “When?”
Poetry
I’ve got a map in my mind of time
I can make it make sense
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CHURCH OF ELVIS
PORTLAND OREGON
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plaid tv says so
tom mcdermott
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alex chiu
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The Blue
Mini-Van
Tour
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before it broke down.
6. Kind hosts: Skinner and Kristie
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THE WANDERER’S
DINNER PARTY
writing by ann matsushima
photos by eyeball burp!
The Wandering Dinner Party troupe
is an assortment of vagabonds, sim-
ply interested in dining together in
hopes of conversing with people
from all walks of life. The idea is
to host banquet style dinners with
all the different people of your life,
mixing and mingling them, shuf-
fling them amongst each other.
Fellow wanderers around SD (L-R): Greg VonTwinkle, New Sorrows, & Ryoko Gouguin
Her rhythm was the rhythm of the structed to hand the sandwich to Mr.
universe, catching onto keys and notes Chiu, over the ornated fruit platter.
and chords that seemed only imagain- I handed the sandwich to Mr. Chiu.
ary. She screams as she pounds the This is for a music video we were told.
keys passionately. I offered everyone some ly-
Earlier we folded dumplings. chee. It was fresh from the market but
100 of them. Alex of Romania was ner- everyone thought they were chestnuts.
vous that his fingers would not be sup- Once I showed people, they began to
ple enough. But soon, he became quite eat them. They did look like chestnuts.
the folding expert. We could cater we Violin music filled the air.
thought. Huge amounts of dumpling No announcement, just performance.
for huge parties. We could be called Everyone listened. The two street bus-
the Handsome Dumpling Company. kers kept on busking, though this time
But for now, the Dumpling Club. in a cafe, late on this foggy evening.
He sat there, taking ev- Alex’s grandma had a front row seat.
erything in. He sat across from She smiled through the whole night,
Mama Chiu, next to the lady in the listening but unable to communicate.
Bread Cape. He was glad that he Everyone kissed each other good bye,
wore his pink shirt that night. It and stumbled off into the night, back
added to the color and excitement home, back to a place to sleep. All
in the room. He had seen the art of them knowing that they partici-
up in Roma before, and was curious. pated in the first annual Wanderer’s
A ham and cheese sandwich, Dinner Party.// (Made possible by
sliced diagonally, resting in a ziplock funding of UCSD’s Roma Cafe)
bag, was placed in my hand. I was in-
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I have always heard of the Watts Towers, but never before had I
seen them. I thought of the Watts Towers, like the World Trade Center, as a mas-
sive struction housing ridiculous numbers of people up in its skyscraping heights.
I woke up one day and was tired of not knowing exactly what the Watts Towers
were. I drove east of the 105, exited north on Wilmington. I drove around until I
spotted the 100-foot cement spiraling pillars. I couldn’t believe it. Public art at its
finest, in the middle of Watts. Wandering around, I watched a class of 3rd graders
marvel at it. The neighborhood around the
structures had bright large colorful murals.
The time was post-WW2 and Simon
Rodia was an Italian immigrant, build the
towers for 33yrs (1924-57). Rodia carried
home armloads of discard tile, bottles, dishes,
etc, creating spiraling cement mosaics that
shot straight up in LA’s sky.
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This swirling towers with attached
hut and an oven were Rodia’s re-
lentless journey to put his mark
upon the earth.
Yet it was the open ce-
ment audtorium that the Watt’s
Tower park that inspired me the
most. I could envision men shout-
ing on the top of their soapbox,
their impassioned speeches, while
mothers and children munched on
peanut buter and jelly sandwiches,
and feed the pigeons. I envisioned Las Pozas, Xilitia, San Luis Potosi, Mexico
an outside concert series that en-
courages community involvement and activism. I doubt of Simon Rodia knew
what would spring forth from his special LA towers.
Doing my online research of Simon Rodia, I came across the Surrealist
Garden called Las Pozas (“the Pools”) in Xilitia, San Luis Potosi, built by Sir
Edward William Frank James from England. He acted as sponser and commis-
sioner of work by Salavador Dali, and supported Marguitte as well. Las Pozas
has 36 cement sculptures, ranging from staircases to heaven to houses with a
whale for a roof. The Garden is littered with walkways, ramps, bridges, and steps
that line the valley floor, covered in orchids and other exotic plants.
This has became my secret garden fantasy. The concept of finding a
place that you can have solitude: exploring and discovering. When I saw what
Sir James created, I was inspired to create my own secret succulent surrealist
garden. Though it isn’t as surreal, as it is succulent, it makes me quite happy.
Other strange sites: Pacific Winds Arts Sculpture Gardena of Long Beach, Lost
Gardens of Heligan in the UK, The Hill of Witches near Juodkrantė, Lithuania,
Bridge Troll of Seattle, and visit www.eccentricamerica.com. Happy hunting! ///
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