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STRAY by Tanya Marquardt

by The Bushwick Book Club

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Sauerkraut can be very forgiving so the quantities are approximate. I invite you to taste at each stage of the process to make sure you are creating the right environment for the fermentation stage. Salt is essential for this process. A healthful condiment that has probiotics, lacto-bacilicuss, important to your gut health. It's like carrying your own support system of helpful friends wherever you go! time: 15 min prep; 2-6 days for fermentation depending on temperature 2-3 C red or white cabbage, sliced thinly 1 tsp sea salt 1 sprig dill, garlic clove, various spices (all optional) Clean jar with tight fitting lid A rock or weight Cut cabbage into uniform(ish) pieces. Sprinkle in salt. Knead the salt into the cabbage, breaking down the fibers of the vegetable. Some juice from cabbage will start to form. The cabbage will start to wilt and become more malleable. Good time for a taste test! It should taste salty, like the salinity of the sea. Pack salted cabbage into a jar, weigh down with small rock. Loosely close the lid, or use a cheesecloth, rubber band to close the jar while still providing airflow. Store in a cool, dry place. Check on day 2 for bubbles in the resulting liquid, changes in color, smell. When the probiotic is fully developed, a sour taste will be present. Yum! Recipe: © 2020 Sung Uni Lee; 13moonsfood.com
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Redshift A ray of light alone in the dark Moving away from you All those colors you pulled apart In the Redshift, You see what you choose You can do this, The life that's right in front of you Black hole horizon in space and time No matter where you begin Collapsing boundaries of your own design Even light will be pulled in In the Redshift, There's no center true In the Redshift, You see what you choose You can do this, The life that's right inside of you You can try and run away From lives you've led and always will And inky passports made of pain They pass right through you like you're standing still Standing still The rays of light cut through the dark Through the world I thought I knew All my colors pulled apart In the Redshift, I found you And made the family that I choose Be tender with your younger you You can't undo this, The life that's right in front of you
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On the day that Tanya Marquart turned 16 She ran away from home She’s been living in Port Alberni With her Mom who’d moved to escape her Dad Tanya was troubled and filled with anger At her Mom, and wanted to be own her own She found a new kind of family In the Vancouver Goth Punk underground Sometimes you’re with a friend, or a lover Lying in bed, trying to find the thread That binds these stories together Whether for the world, or in your head When my Grandma was 16 she was married with a child Pregnant with a second nowhere to stay To an alcoholic abusive husband There’d be 3 more born before he ran away 1931, oh, she never worked that out The actions of those two are still with me today Sometimes you’re with a friend, or a lover Lying in bed, trying to find the thread That binds these stories together Whether for the world, or in your head A Diary is a secret and a sacred thing The language is intimate and close like a friend There’s a pattern there to figure out There’s a rhythm, and a feeling and the craft Memories laid out on the floor So easy to see all pink and black I’m 59 and still want to run away At this point there’s no going back Sometimes you’re with a friend, or a lover Lying in bed, trying to find the thread That binds these stories together Whether for the world, or in your head On the day that Tanya Marquart turned 16 She ran a way from home
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EXCERPT from STRAY/Text for Stephanie Larriere's piece: Drinking the liquor felt awful and then suddenly fortifying. Buzzing warmth spread from the place where the bottle kissed my mouth. My veins felt hot, like they were filling with electric blood, the trees hummed along to the sound of the creek, a night song of wind And leaves and the rushing of water over rock. It was getting dark and I could barely see the outlines of Melanie and her brother. It seemed as if everything were vibrating and alive. I held my hand out, splaying my fingers and closed one eye to see the water beyond. A passing sensation swept over me, the feeling that I was becoming the water, disappearing into the creek. It was very funny and I found myself laughing for no reason. The beginnings of a lifelong love affair with booze cemented where I sat on the grass.
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Adolescence in part--just a place one can start to learn the difference between vodka and poetry in your blood. If a father’s embrace is an illusion to face, it’s still one you never had the luxury of Meanwhile it’s clear. What’s good is Shakespeare. The touch that felt wrong, the words spoken too The space that you held when they should have held you. It’s still a long time before you give permission Might be a long time before you stop taking what you’re given. When things get that dark, there’s no missing the light. You can tell them apart like someday you might know the difference between vodka and poetry in your blood stream. Iambic pentameter crumbs on the trail leading home like his hand on your back tracing the shape of your bones. Meanwhile it's clear. What's good is Shakespeare. It’s still a long time before you give permission. Might be a long time before you say the words to let in. Saying "This is what I want…. This is what I want."
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Stray Wolves Here I lay, Told to stay, Disintegrating Must live through this and See what remains in the half light of the moon Power is bound You want to contain me You fear my escape Numb the mystery within I prefer to be free I prefer to be wild I prefer the cold soil And the company of trees There is a glimpse, Silver light blinds The Bard opens the door Pen and page calling To find home in friends, and the courage to be seen Resistance flares Be still, dirty laundry You’re holding me upright I have a four-legged shadow I prefer to be free I prefer to be wild At night I hear howling Stirring under my skin Life, breath, and blood Sharp edges fogging Soul turning noir Igniting magic The dervish starts spinning round in the confines of my heart We have to try We all have this hunger The monsters around Bring joy and new life We prefer to be free We prefer to be wild In the paragon of animals The quintessence of dust
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Tracks from our first live stream show for Tanya Marquardt's STRAY: Memoir of a Runaway.

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released April 27, 2020

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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York

We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more

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