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DREAMLAND FANS

The latest fan is
Heather Jones

The whole gang:

Aili Alechnowicz
Alana Miller
Babs Johnson
Billy Franklinstine
Blondie Nation
Brooke Garr
Chakatreatment
Chie Kato

Chris Hilbert
Chris Wilembrecht
Curt Marcucci
Daniel Diamond
David Robert Crews
David Gouny
David Heulun Jones
David McNeil
David Robert Crews
Davide Scovazzo
Della Deluxe!
Devileen
Duncan Craig
Erik Weber
Eugene Schroeder
Eve Severe
Gretchen and Kevin
Grizelda
Guy Mazzaglia
Heather Jones
Hex and Dze
Hioni
Jackie Divine
Jacopo Coccia
Jim Hollenbaugh
Joanna Satana
Jeff Smith
Jerry Kochendoerfer
Jimmy Pio
Josh West
Julie Taylor
Kaleb Bronson
Karie Sprockethole
Kevin Johnson
LULU
Lurleen
Lynda L. Hinkle
Marko Sosic
Massimiliano d'Italia

Maxwell Drake

Michael Simmons
Mink Dagger
Mister OohLaLa
Orchidbau
Polyester
Polly [Esther] Styrene
Poshgrrrl
Rinaldo
Robert Geise
Sebastian
Shaboobie Boobarella
Simply Divine
Sky Rockford
Tom Korzeniowski
Trevor Robinson
Uvula Dangles
Vanamal Lucifer
Yakov Levi
Yong Kim
Zero Renton Prefect

How do I become
a Dreamland Fan?

Influenced by Films and Filth



I’ve been an admirer of John Waters and Divine since I was sixteen and first saw Pink Flamingos. It shaped my life for years to come. Now that I’m 40, I’m still influenced by his films and, yes, his filth.

A few months ago, I saw This Filthy World and became obsessed with it for a while. I repeatedly watched (or listened if I was doing housework and such) John talk about his experiences, and one stuck out: he describes how they all used to shoplift, and how Divine once walked out of the store with a television and a chainsaw.

As a poet, I knew immediately I had to write about it.

Divine
Robert A. Geise (2008)


The girl can't help it.
She wraps a size-14 green satin frock
around her size-18 curves,
slips on her favorite cha-cha heels
and heads down to the Corvettes
to do her shopping.
Bleach blond bouffant
still smelling of Aqua Net,
penciled half-moon eyebrows
over emerald shadow to match her outfit
and maraschino cherry red lipstick,
she sashays down the aisle
between HABA and housewares
as if on the runway in New York,
Milano,
Paris.
It's not until electronics
that she makes eye contact
with any of the myriad gawkers,
terrified employees hiding behind endcaps,
mortified mothers pulling their pointing brats
into their polyester stretch pants,
men in stained white tank tops
eyes and crotches bulging.
She smiles joker-like
and flicks her tongue
to greet the blue-haired granny,
whose jaw falls to her hand-crocheted lace collar.
In hardware, she winks
at the little colored girl
pretty in a pink dress
before she clears the path
between men's and women's,
walks straight past the checkout counters
and right out the automatic doors
with a 20" Magnavox under one arm
and a Dolmar chainsaw cradled in the other.
It doesn't matter where she's going or why,
she just is.

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