Audience Favorite: Aaron
Slam Theme: On The Job
Story Highlights: Portland, Kool-Aid Jammers, neighbors, aggressive letters, yard signs
While setting up his own business, Aaron chooses the wrong person to vent to about the weather.
- Karlem, Marketing Intern
Winner Storyteller: Teresa
Slam Theme: On The Job
Story Highlights: coffee, pancakes, restaurant opening, disgruntled customers, phone call
Teresa receives a call at work that turns her world upside down.
- Karlem, Marketing Intern
Audience Favorite: May
Slam Theme: Obsessed
Story Highlights: gap sweatshirts, doc martens, teen idols, mean girls with accents, life mysteries
After years of living in the US, May returns to Israel and fulfills her dream of becoming a cool Israeli teen.
-Karlem, Marketing Intern
Winning Storyteller: Matthew
Slam Theme: Obsessed
Story Highlights: Funeral Director, White Sheets, Funeral Home Parties, Casket Games
Ever since he was a child, Matthew has been obsessed with death.
Audience Favorite Storyteller: Marjorie
Slam Theme: The Ex-Files
Story Highlights: cellist, misfits, the age of aquarius, educational film scripts, cocaine
Marjorie applies for a new job and on the application she’s asked to list her reasons for leaving her previous job. But these kinds of explanations are never simple. Particularly when a 3-fingered cellist is involved.
There are truths you learn, and there are truths you earn.
Life goes on.
High School. Freshman year. My primary interest: Girls (with girl parts).
September, my English teacher quoting Frost: “What I’ve learned from life can be summed up in three words: ‘It. Goes. On.’”
I immediately took to this quote, and did what all high school freshmen did when they heard something they liked: I posted it in an A.I.M. away message. (My screen name was “Buffman116”.)
Later that year, after flirtatiously instant messaging with a girl for a week-and-a-half, we decided to meet at a Church Carnival in Northeast Philadelphia.
I wore a XXL Tommy Hilfiger T-shirt, a pair of baggy jean shorts, and size 13 Sean Kemp Reeboks. I looked like a scarecrow dressed by Eminem.
My pockets jingled with quarters left over from the time I had spent nervously playing carnival games while awaiting her arrival. My stomach gurgled with soda, and funnel cake, and awkwardness.
And suddenly, in the way people appeared in the days before text messaging, she was there: a girl (with girl parts).
We walked through the carnival, my gangly, sweaty hand entwined in hers, pockets jingling, stomach gurgling.
We stopped in front of an attraction called “The Zipper”, a ride that loaded customers into caged carts made for two. The cage that would contain us slammed against my too-long legs, but I was closer to my girl than I had been all night.
Stomach gurgling, pockets jingling, my brain told my neurons to reach my lanky arm around her shoulder. Instead, I smacked her in the face.
Arm eventually around her, I gazed into her eyes.
She closed her eyes (probably imagining I was Zack Morris).
Our cart swung up, and up, closer to the ride’s zenith as customers loaded into the carts below.
I wondered when the ride was going to start and, in a moment of adolescent over-thought-this-moment-for-too-long-so-I’m-not-going-to-think-I’m-just-going-to-do inspiration, I wrapped my mouth around hers.
The ride jolted into action.
At that same moment, I lost the smallest hybrid of soda, and funnel cake, and awkwardness…
Into her mouth.
Panicking and not knowing what to do, I tried desperately to suck it back in.
The ride began to fling not only us, but the quarters from my pockets, which pierced our faces, and legs, and arms.
Later that night, reflecting, I knew I had earned those three words:
Steve Clark is a First Person Arts Grand Slammer winner and holds the title, “Best Storyteller in Philadelphia, 2013″. He works as a 6th grade teacher in Philly (not dissimilar from Mr. Feeney of Boy Meets World). He writes and performs both poetry and stories, has watched every episode of Franklin and Bash, enjoys singing Clay Aiken songs at karaoke, and carries his all-time favorite book, Infinite Jest, with him just about everywhere he goes. He is tall.
Winning Storyteller: Anissa
Slam Theme: The Ex-Files
Story Highlights: softball dugout, family advice, Jesus fish, precious moments figurines, make out session
Anissa finds herself a catch at the softball field and takes control of the rest of her love life.
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By C. C. Cieri, FPA Storyteller.
Who doesn’t love traditions? Those fragments of a simpler time, those practices passed from family to family, those things we pretend we don’t believe in but practice in the security of our homes so divine spirits won’t ruin our lives. If you’re interested in a particularly far-reaching tradition, then let me introduce you to the malocchio; more commonly known in South Philly as the maloik.
A maloik is formed by making devil horns with your finger, folding your thumb over your middle and ring fingers, and flicking those fingers in the direction of your intended target. Folklore says if you shoot this at a person, they will be condemned to bad luck, misfortune, and possible severe injury. The maloik’s at its worst when the person shooting it is particularly greedy or jealous.
I grew up with the maloik all around me. Everyone was talking about the evil eye, mom wore jewelry with eye shaped beads, and all the Italian delis I went to had anti-maloik charms for sale: both the devil horns and weird pepper-looking things. One night over dinner I found out that my grandma Gigi taught my dad how to ward off the maloiks. I knew I had to learn it then. I mean, what if I happened to be in Italy one day and some sleazy guy was making devil horns? It was like learning CPR!
Bad news was, it could only be taught by Italian family members, you couldn’t write it down, and it could only be taught midnight of Christmas Eve. If you wanted to start at 12:01 you were SOL. Despite my best efforts, I’d either completely forget about the maloiks or fall asleep each December 25th at 12 A.M. The few times I did stay up until then, I had to wait until the rest of the guests cleared out before I learned how to spot and cure the evil eye, because mom and dad didn’t want them to think we were Old World bumpkins, or because it was rude to duck out while company was over, or even because the guests weren’t Italian. Christmas senior year of high school, my father finally decided I needed to know how to cure the maloiks, reputation or hospitality be damned. We went upstairs, and he taught me the sacred words that will cure any evil-eye victim…which I’m not going to repeat here. I mean, you can’t all be both Italian and related to me.
But at least teach you how to detect a maloik, since I worked this up so much. It’s only the words you can’t teach, anyway. What you do is take a bowl full of water and place it in the corner of a room. Drop some olive oil into it, then make the sign of the cross in the oil-water three times. If the globules of oil come back together and make an eyeball, the house is cursed. At that point, you should call a professional. An Italian professional.
Caitlin Cieri is 23 years old and has been in the StorySlam circuit for a full year. She loves writing,theatre, travel, people watching and weight-lifting.
By Donald Deeley, FPA Storyteller.
When I was working at a gas station in suburban Houston one night in ’99, a kid my age set a case of lite beer on the counter, leaned forward, and told me in a fevered whisper, “Listen, I’m not 21 but my friends and I are trying to go to this party up the road and they won’t let us in unless we bring some beer.”
I loved every part of that. He opened by telling me I couldn’t sell him beer, asked me to break the law as a personal favor for complete strangers, and offered me nothing in return. That was key: I was supposed to help him because he wanted something. I was working in the service industry after all. I should have been happy to serve.
Have you ever told a suburbanite “no?” It’s delicious. I would recommend it to anyone. Their faces swell up, turn red, and you honestly wonder if they’re going to cry or explode and if that’s in fact what you’ve been spending your whole life waiting to see, the ever-missing evidence of a just and loving god. To be there in the moment when someone tells you, “but I want,” and you get to look them in the eye and say, “So what?” is transcendental.
He started pitching a fit, whining, asking me to be cool when the situation was already settled. He’d already told me I couldn’t sell him beer. He didn’t admit this after getting his ID turned down, after claiming he’d forgotten his ID, not even after being asked for ID. He set the beer on the counter and immediately said, “You can’t sell me this. So sell me this.” He kept trying to cajole me before finally giving up and leaving, ironically after I’d told him several ways to buy the beer all of which he ignored.
Looking back on it now, he never offered to invite me to the party even though that would have been the easiest bribe. Clearly, though, that wasn’t a price he was willing to pay.
Donald Deeley‘s writing has been published in 2600 Magazine, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, and nowhere else. He currently teaches writing at Community College of Philadelphia, Temple University, and Philadelphia University. He’ll be running as a write-in candidate for President in 2016. http://d-contextualized.blogspot.com/
Here at FPA, we are obsessed with telling stories that are inspired by real life. Award-winning photographer and Philly native, Zoe Strauss, has dedicated her life’s work to doing just that — and that’s why we love her!
We are excited to announce our online auction of photographic prints by the artist. The auction includes seven small format prints, five large unsigned inkjet prints, and eight large signed inkjet prints. Click here to peruse the auction and enter for your chance to add one or more of these powerful narrative-inspiring images to your own home collection!
About Zoe Strauss: Recently featured in a 10-year retrospective at the International Center of Photography in NYC, Zoe has also received a Seedling Award in Photography from the Leeway Foundation, a Pew Fellowship and a USA Gund Fellowship. She was featured in the Whitney Biennial and in a solo exhibition at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in Philadelphia. Strauss describes her own work as “an epic narrative about the beauty and struggle of everyday life.” Through her photos she captures and recounts her own personal story, as well as that of the people and the landscape of Philadelphia.
All proceeds from the auction will go toward supporting First Person Arts. The auction closes February 16th! Don’t wait to check it out!
- Karlem Sivira, Marketing Intern