“I’m going to say exactly what I want to say, I don’t care if it’s flowery or pretty….” A pretty girl with bright red lipstick, smoking, keeping track of how many cigarettes she’s had, not for any health reason, but simply because she likes to write things down. She goes through a notebook a month this way, and anyone who’s read her writing knows it’s worth it.
Kristin Noelle Hinga is on a couch in a now-defunct coffee house, sharing the secrets of her “thing,” which is the kind of all-encompassing cop-out term that exasperated hacks with too much irony in their bloodstream would apply to Hinga’s multimedia endeavors. Given Hinga’s disputatious nature and her propensity to let you know exactly what’s on her mind (if only all women were more like her, then maybe I wouldn’t have missed my deadline from stressing out over a girl), you’d be well advised to avoid all smarmy generalizations, because all generalizations are bad. A better perspective can be had of what she does by watching her do it, oh, say, November 11, when she will be doing her one-woman show, “Motion Pictures.” Another view can be taken on the 22nd, when she will be having a public opening of her artwork on St. Augustine’s Artwalk. And of course, you, the reader, having demonstrated your enthusiasm for fine literature by reading this, just have to go get her collection of poetry, Typewriter Ribbon.
In the end, it doesn’t really matter how one characterizes her work, because the resounding fact is that it’s good. She may be the only well-known writer in Jacksonvillethat no one ever really sees. Not that she’s reclusive; she’s merely busy, and she tries to keep herself as busy as possible. She’s the publisher, editor, and owner of Brown Booth Publishing, geographically based inSt. Augustine, though its real center is the brain of its 23 [?]-year-old creator. She started Brown Booth in an effort to control the ways in which her writing would be produced and presented to the masses. She’d always been influenced by writers who at least appeared to be self-contained, free of corporate polish and shine, like Anais Nin, Jim Carroll and Henry Rollins. She says that Sonic Youth guitarist Lee Ranaldo (who, by the way, will be performing at Beep Caffeine on Nov. 15 with bandmate Thurston Moore and veteran jazz drummer William Hooker) “is the reason” why she chose to do her own “thing.”
“He taught me that it’s not about the money,” she says of Renaldo. What it is about to her is changing other people’s perceptions. Or not. In fact, she’d rather that you did it yourself. She has founded her own literary/art movement called Sarcasm, which is based on her infamous Sarcasm Manifesto. “Sarcasm is not a movement of all the people together, it’s more each person on their own.”