The latest project by local self-dubbed ‘renusauce’ chef-artiste Flakko B. has met with mixed reviews, including undisguised disdain from certain elements of the Peorian hoity-toity (Rupert). The project claims to break from traditional midwestern stereotypes by placing redneck trailer trash shitheads in ‘fancy-ass’ settings, such as the Peoria Holiday Inn and Convention Center, and the Masterson Arts Center, and an airplane.
Flakko B. has given The Gorko permission to publish a few of their pieces. The full exhibition can be viewed online at fancyassredneckshitheads.net.
If you haven’t thought about Ragamuffins in some time, you shouldn’t feel alone. Real poets in their herringbone linen-blend trousers, drill suit jackets, sky blue neckpieces and brown leather penny loafers hardly ever think about street trash. Yet this morning it dawned on me, as I sat on my expansive porch and paged through a well-thumbed copy of Dickens’ The Kid, stunned particularly by the woodcuts of alley urchins, how many authors have found inspiration in the unwashed orphan.