tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66465370502950694972024-03-13T23:25:49.752-04:00Underground Lettres Arts ManifestULAManifest is the latest, among others, progressive act in the independent underground literary and arts movement on Earth. Inclusive and accountable. For the people.FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-1309126348307992422010-12-17T06:26:00.000-05:002010-12-17T06:26:57.569-05:00Frosty Wooldridge -- Setting the stage for America’s degraded future, Part 2<a href="http://www.newswithviews.com/Wooldridge/frosty619.htm">Frosty Wooldridge -- Setting the stage for America’s degraded future, Part 2</a>slobomotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626059591335205055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-20515443245325671072010-05-02T10:13:00.001-04:002010-05-02T10:19:51.790-04:00Building A Church Of PoetryI often consider myself a preacher. Pimpin' my own religion which is Poetry in some form or another to an already converted congregation every week. One small change, our sabbath just happens to be Tuesday night, here at the Arts Center.<br /> I am fortunate to have a co-host John Dorsey that does not necessarily share my beliefs, but does believe in Poetry as much as I do. I'd like to think this is what he envisioned when he talked me into moving here to the Arts Center from Florida. We did take over the reading a month after I got here.<br /> The congregation we are blessed with a diverse group. All poor underdogs, after all this is Toledo. One particular is homeless, and lives at the mission. He is totally dedicated to the religion. I think in the year and a half we've been here, he's missed twice. Once because he had a conference or something to go to, the other the week his father died. The only attendance record that could top that is mine which is near perfect. I think I missed one week because I was working the polls.<br /> Anyway he does have his demons and addictions as many at the mission do. Luckily one of those addictions is Poetry. Unfortunately this is also coupled with a constant need for attention. His stuff is often wordy and long winded.<br /> There was the holy Doctor Robert Brundage who did pass through the reading over the year and a half it has been here. He was far holier than this preacher.<br /> Who I don't know if he even wrote Poetry, but he enjoyed it. He came every week and watched, and at the end of every night would delight us with stories on the history of Toledo.<br /> Who was a community activist, an ecologist. Who rode his bike through his home The Old West End, and talked to everyone, and was loved by everyone. He loved The Arts Center and was always here. My fondest memory of him was coming up to my room to hang out. I live on the third floor, and was an older gentleman. I was considerate and asked him if he wanted to take the elevator up. He gave me this fiery look and said, Do you know how much energy that thing uses? So on this Earth Day Doctor Robert Brundage, I salute you sir. I take a hit off the peace pipe, just for you.<br /> Who was slain in the streets of The Old West End, a few blocks away from where I type this now. By a young thug all to steal his old beat up bicycle. A young thug that he would have been the first person to be an activist for. A young thug that has probably ruined his own life.<br /> Who laid in the hospital for almost two weeks dying of brain hemorrhaging. I could only bring myself to go see him once. He looked so peaceful there, lying in a coma. I remember the night we had a vigil for him here at The Arts Center in the six hundred seat theater. It's one of the only times I've seen it full. I had to host church right after that as it was the sabbath. I had them bring the picture from the vigil down as he was there every week. You have no idea how hard it was to get through that week, and by the next one he was dead. It just got harder. John was out of town at the time and I was flying solo. We made it through as we do.<br /> Last night John and I took a refreshing trip to Holland, Ohio to check out a new reading there. We don't look at this as competition, as we are both into working with others. Working to build something that's bigger than any of us.<br /> If everyone in a Poetry scene would feel this way, things would be easy. Unfortunately the Toledo Poetry “scene”, much like any city is filled with elitism, snobbery, incest, & much more negative things than that. Ah the ugly side of the art. There are people in this city so competitive & ugly. People who are so scared of community. People who are so scared of sharing or losing whatever insignificant piece of power they might possess. Everyone is competition to them.<br /> Plus where there is arts & culture, there is the myth that it is for rich people. People who look down their noses at we poor misfit artists of The Arts Center.<br /> We had one of these elitists with all of his power and self importance. The last time he came here I was told he was in the parking lot after the reading running it down. Saying he was not challenged by the reading. To this I say he could use to be challenged. If he really would like a challenge he can read with me anytime. I know someone's got a story of him reading with them at a local bar, and he having a beer bottle hurled at him by a local drunk because he sucked.<br /> I hear all of the stories about The Arts Center from these snobs. I know what they say. They say what they've always been saying. Everyone knows what goes on there. The coming and going at all hours of the night. To this I say I do know what goes on here. I live here. If these people really knew what goes on here they'd be bored and disappointed. The spirits & entities of this building have more fun than we do.<br /> That's right, I did say spirits & entities. Not the kind you see through the naked untrained eye. The kind you only catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye. I do catch them passing the open door in the hallway as church is in session. I see the children outside of the window. That's right, every church needs itself a magical, mystical building. This building is a portal. All kinds of things stay here, & pass through. I let it all exist as I do.<br /> So there you have it. I think we have all of the ingredients of a real life church. We've got two mad preachers, we have a congregation, and we have a magical, mystical location. This is all we need.M.D.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072889206407118616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-60219616060059828412009-06-06T15:57:00.004-04:002009-06-10T11:57:59.152-04:00Alabaster MacDougleaka Shawn Terreri & Skrappy La Croix<OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-c04e67ec1f7ef034 height=266 width=320 contentId="c04e67ec1f7ef034"></OBJECT><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-384020f8f4e1eaa7 height=266 width=320 contentId="384020f8f4e1eaa7"></OBJECT>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-31187877960445126242009-06-06T13:26:00.006-04:002009-06-10T11:52:16.314-04:00Adam Meora unsane verse live at Yoga 1405 Walnut. From, Philadelphia Poetic Arts Performance ProjectRead along Naked's published poetry currently up at ULA POETRY AND PROSE. Blogspot, link to by clicking title above!<br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-b5a91221baced96 height=266 width=320 contentId="b5a91221baced96"></OBJECT>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-65312210613874448282009-04-02T09:48:00.012-04:002009-04-23T15:43:36.404-04:00Letter Head 2 David Williams the fake hecklers caught on more video from ULA/TheIdiom Rotunda show, April 7th!<span style="font-size:130%;">BIG HEAD, BIGGER TWO HEARTED AMERICAN RIVER <em>OUTRE</em> META-ZINE</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">HITS THE LAST STANDS HARD AND DEEP THE POST- APACALYPTIC MULTI-DIMENSIONAL BREAKTHOUGH INDEPENDENT JOURNAL CONSPIRED IN BUFFALO, PUBLISHED OUT OF CHICAGO IS HERE FOR THE PEOPLE..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLGHRY4RX-2ycKLL21cHPKWlePs1eGPb-BAE54tNFWnfN5lXXCVVXDlcP7VROdObLeXpqxvwV0Wbh91b6dpoxRVQw_ENTIpDNBHjuOPXrast1p7C250lZR46OKxDw-EcChaFUVgMgyQA/s1600-h/ULACritLH2backmanilla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320091289194072786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLGHRY4RX-2ycKLL21cHPKWlePs1eGPb-BAE54tNFWnfN5lXXCVVXDlcP7VROdObLeXpqxvwV0Wbh91b6dpoxRVQw_ENTIpDNBHjuOPXrast1p7C250lZR46OKxDw-EcChaFUVgMgyQA/s400/ULACritLH2backmanilla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">GET YRS BEFORE THE BORDERS ARE SEALED AND THE WHIP COMES DOWN! HIGHEST HURDLE PRESS</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">DIRECT INQUIRIES: <a href="mailto:bradleylastname@hotmail.com">bradleylastname@hotmail.com</a></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><a href="mailto:loosetone1601@yahoo.com">loosetone1601@yahoo.com</a></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><a href="mailto:pomerhn.robert@gmail.com">pomerhn.robert@gmail.com</a></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><a href="mailto:jobby_jonny@yahoo.com">jobby_jonny@yahoo.com</a></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">to the editors</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtS-s97NTPMlKRhwVsQJm-GlksvnY5-sOk7CqXwapubTpzmWPplL-E2CFiaz6BiFePJtnVTkFCyrAMuH30UAr-olWzr__m-TWK27gE4sXzyydp6_iifGQA0HCgNNjJutBcY2az8Hw55aQ/s1600-h/ULACrit3h2insideback.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320091290173012674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtS-s97NTPMlKRhwVsQJm-GlksvnY5-sOk7CqXwapubTpzmWPplL-E2CFiaz6BiFePJtnVTkFCyrAMuH30UAr-olWzr__m-TWK27gE4sXzyydp6_iifGQA0HCgNNjJutBcY2az8Hw55aQ/s400/ULACrit3h2insideback.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#990000;">a purview giving the american writer/ reader and beyond the skinny in no uncertain terms will appear on the ULA Critque in no-time... good chance to bet on a second by none other than KING Wenclas if a good number of LH2 mavens and marvels sign onto the PEN Petition....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FIRST AND FOREMOST <span style="font-size:180%;">LH2</span> IS NOT JUST INCLUSIVE BUT COMPREHEnSIVE!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#990000;">BE A HEAD ABOVE THE STOOPID "RAPTURE", GET WITH IT OR PLAY Dumb...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=55101594">Frisky Walrus</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Here's more <span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>evidence that Augustin Bolanos and his side kick, "Ex- academic" were more agents of the dead-heads than frustrated post- punk rockers, more importantly the Imaginary Band makes the official 215- fest tainted official Philly Poetry scheme look like Gestalt cry babies!</em></span><br /></span><br /><br /><object height="360" width="425"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=55101594,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=55101594,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>DAVID WILLIAMS</strong></span>, OWNER AND INTERNATIONALLY RECOGNIZED ( yes, Virginia, even in the picture that serves as the cover on his latest CD here below!) SPACE-MOZART, has composed, compiled, recorded and now published a set of torch songs whose beauty are matched only by their disruptive strangeness... available in Philly at Germ Bookstore & Gallery</div><br /><div>or from the kiosks that pop up like mushrooms on the Bardo Plane!<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgFCiQtLC9PtNBt8zWxWjBhBVHaHGv50nu2T4DQKVzivb7fGjzkhqQMQsDDFE5T1w3x2Fgn5MSR93OhxwnlwtU8zI70uzBsk7J8qekQ6r8MGHSC8lrz4MUPYs7MPlJQS02iv2Cm10Ddg/s1600-h/ULAManifest2009DisquesDeLapin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320091698497216178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgFCiQtLC9PtNBt8zWxWjBhBVHaHGv50nu2T4DQKVzivb7fGjzkhqQMQsDDFE5T1w3x2Fgn5MSR93OhxwnlwtU8zI70uzBsk7J8qekQ6r8MGHSC8lrz4MUPYs7MPlJQS02iv2Cm10Ddg/s400/ULAManifest2009DisquesDeLapin.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Take a gander at the highlighted on this current germ bookstore schedule!</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>USED BOOKS… these just in:THE BOOK OF HOME REMEDIES AND HERBAL CURES – Carol BishopAS NATURE MADE HIM, THE BOY WHO WAS RAISED AS A GIRL – John ColapintoTHE NUDE – Kenneth ClarkTHE SECRET BEHIND SECRET SOCIETIES – Jon RappoportALL TOMORROW’S PARTIES and IDORU – William GibsonTHE ZOMBIE SURVIVAL GUIDE – Max Brooks++++++++++++++++ONGOING THROUGH MAY 23 IN THE BATES MEMORIAL GALLERY: “Visual Art by Visionary Musicians”—Justin Duerr, Ed Wilcox, Lisa SperaThursday, April 30, 9PM (NOT AT THE STORE): WALPURGISNACHT. Stop by our vending table as Infection X celebrates the highest holiday at Ulana's in Queen Village. Monday, May 4, 6:30PM: CRAFTIVITY delves into dioramas! Create a small little world; go live in it. Thursday, May 7, 7PM: Lecture and Booksigning with BARRY VACKER: ZERO CONDITIONS and CRASHING INTO THE VANISHING POINTS. “There exists a strange pattern of ‘zeros’ in culture and technology related to the space-time coordinates of the future.” Thursday, May 14, 7PM: Our monthly open forum UFO discussion group hosted by Chris Augustin of <a href="http://www.aliensthetruth.com/">http://www.aliensthetruth.com/</a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Saturday, May 16, 5PM: uh oh, it’s the UNDERGROUND LITERARY ALLIANCE!</span> <a href="http://www.literaryrevolution.com/">http://www.literaryrevolution.com/</a> Wednesday, May 20, 7PM: WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING, THE DISCUSSION! Open Forum round table discussion of Mark Passio’s recent 4-part presentation. Now it’s time for YOU to do the talking. Saturday, May 23, 9PM: STEVE-O-LUTION DAWN—Robot Attack Band!!<br />Germ Books + Gallery, LLC2005 Frankford Avenuebetween Norris and Susquehanna between Rocket Cat Cafe and Circle Thrift ShopFishtown, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA<br />215-423-5002</div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-67207505828311038712009-03-16T10:25:00.009-04:002009-03-30T01:35:01.300-04:00LAVA underground zeen and writng council rock<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyTGlfEUyL9DWHfwlwxL4V3Eo7HZreTeOSXMBkoTZeUnWK-lOabDJDUySh6JQ_7H7DbY3WhyphenhyphenhbInSS1wuHa2d36Eznjrh_cSXbQjWa0G0lm_ruqqP077JDPhhgpjIJjFjRyZTPuvLOvM/s1600-h/ULAManifest+MizS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809530484359762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 304px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyTGlfEUyL9DWHfwlwxL4V3Eo7HZreTeOSXMBkoTZeUnWK-lOabDJDUySh6JQ_7H7DbY3WhyphenhyphenhbInSS1wuHa2d36Eznjrh_cSXbQjWa0G0lm_ruqqP077JDPhhgpjIJjFjRyZTPuvLOvM/s400/ULAManifest+MizS.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"> above: two of SUSAN SUBWAYS excellent per-zines taking to the next level with a hook of open eyed and celebratory street rooted and 'hood social real commentary in every speaking sentence...</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /> below: Reed Books incredibly multi-dimensional and beautifully wrought meta-zine replete with four-color vellum "inner lays" and a CD of his action-reading this epic anarchist tome of sardonic and socio-economic proportions. ENOUGH said!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-v7ejPZDccqC3kBVVOJLG7qsZzUBkt5Ne36rBqRJROY65cLtTPq4k8FJoehQtrIrRequ5BiDgasBqqOks65mQFu_PcWuIfDt_1XV6hPOBEIPJEhQUeBGg6uhZpohAfbJzAhLToT3S7s/s1600-h/ULAManifestRBooks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809522633391858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 376px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-v7ejPZDccqC3kBVVOJLG7qsZzUBkt5Ne36rBqRJROY65cLtTPq4k8FJoehQtrIrRequ5BiDgasBqqOks65mQFu_PcWuIfDt_1XV6hPOBEIPJEhQUeBGg6uhZpohAfbJzAhLToT3S7s/s400/ULAManifestRBooks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbH3fYVJZE-BQ1t0k0gpDillay4fgI18tsuTDvo2rl3THhPlwX1y-CTAb1ojx_ttted277n4CR50aLf2VLpTZbM8jK889Qpone0qu_9yVrcd8C_jRC5kYP1B9awZM6bTQzAKsAPYbqPjo/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313797581792365170" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbH3fYVJZE-BQ1t0k0gpDillay4fgI18tsuTDvo2rl3THhPlwX1y-CTAb1ojx_ttted277n4CR50aLf2VLpTZbM8jK889Qpone0qu_9yVrcd8C_jRC5kYP1B9awZM6bTQzAKsAPYbqPjo/s400/ULALAVA31409+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">MANDY KATZ pulls a fast one,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">flourishing "found" poetry: a bicycle repair manual that would give ee cummings a run for his mullah!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPF_7bsqVuawQh7bqq64XWPQXkubY-38Coe79wGVvJ7xLhEJWRBl53WbjwS2jk8rJ-fEVxxCCfZlHRs4Nu5LSB9OF0XFmTam44liUgoMPHVjxT1dOU2bdDPLMxtiqzCem60oRO-WnyKg/s1600-h/ULAManWalker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809541779638274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 374px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPF_7bsqVuawQh7bqq64XWPQXkubY-38Coe79wGVvJ7xLhEJWRBl53WbjwS2jk8rJ-fEVxxCCfZlHRs4Nu5LSB9OF0XFmTam44liUgoMPHVjxT1dOU2bdDPLMxtiqzCem60oRO-WnyKg/s400/ULAManWalker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >above: PAUL WALKER'S samizdat chap without reservations; touching mystically stoked lyrik findings of the transformational working class kind with ample pen and ink sketches by artist CORIN DROSS</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9W5o9Qkr75ah85AcNflbFjp6S6Gu-HJWproYu4Fkl6oqS_McNGBErg6IJ-XwHWctDtVmuK8mF8Nv0FtLdetimK-12st14gPNF3xWfK6lhBnvc3nup0w2HwL9p5u7g8jKuB4dOQU5nio/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313797881989382834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9W5o9Qkr75ah85AcNflbFjp6S6Gu-HJWproYu4Fkl6oqS_McNGBErg6IJ-XwHWctDtVmuK8mF8Nv0FtLdetimK-12st14gPNF3xWfK6lhBnvc3nup0w2HwL9p5u7g8jKuB4dOQU5nio/s400/ULALAVA31409+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bicycle- engineer ( at the shop on the second floor above the Satellite Coffee Shop, in the Firehouse, southside Baltimore Ave. and 50th ) Walker reads to the full circle of the Friday the 13th of March gathering, 4135 Lancaster Avenue.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxCNwqAaOLkiqHo7EKGBU38e7tRtAUidVgS0DTfQW92G840IovM0Eci28k859uPbaoM_NPZWTwyE9Eios2QtpcdB9f2SOv9ZPk0LyeUtNft6TpJtqAtrs0YAdgBBHI-OrNsX2IVKOYBk/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313797340474995362" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxCNwqAaOLkiqHo7EKGBU38e7tRtAUidVgS0DTfQW92G840IovM0Eci28k859uPbaoM_NPZWTwyE9Eios2QtpcdB9f2SOv9ZPk0LyeUtNft6TpJtqAtrs0YAdgBBHI-OrNsX2IVKOYBk/s400/ULALAVA31409+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />SUSAN SUBWAYS! SUSAN SUBWAYS!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_pdulZVetGglFbDiX1Vn9PUCVCu8Q3-tCk1b7BjY6gjiL5RXi6SWWjXPtphqkrOOm_BQOCG0V10SfRYrsr9bTLHcB-alYBAE01r_tUVqAjnlr1SSaxNOaGgrsrs1snW3tJ7cpmRxMP5k/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794748306629330" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_pdulZVetGglFbDiX1Vn9PUCVCu8Q3-tCk1b7BjY6gjiL5RXi6SWWjXPtphqkrOOm_BQOCG0V10SfRYrsr9bTLHcB-alYBAE01r_tUVqAjnlr1SSaxNOaGgrsrs1snW3tJ7cpmRxMP5k/s400/ULALAVA31409+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gAwr8FCNi2WFMm5bQl9YFoMS7R-lNS2zXS2iYL5r7p4vs9CrS31ITzmXv1yOunHiM85ASBPH2io5-bgLPk_bpO170-pg8EZ6Q1YNwLkzFoq4CDUo89o39SmY5UinmD8Q5WUNbqO6tys/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794746547313554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gAwr8FCNi2WFMm5bQl9YFoMS7R-lNS2zXS2iYL5r7p4vs9CrS31ITzmXv1yOunHiM85ASBPH2io5-bgLPk_bpO170-pg8EZ6Q1YNwLkzFoq4CDUo89o39SmY5UinmD8Q5WUNbqO6tys/s400/ULALAVA31409+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mz. Subways story- tells for the urban ear and conscience ...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JT-v_GavMXMllI25_p9UFdQVPkOx9rBEasblsL8nX5bjNDwHo5gzygyWv_LaMS7fph7Qc8NdnwRN2HMhQcAj27qdVV_ROC6_TLDMyCs9hDRWdUZSe3jIacDldgPcAkHPBN5iEQkFmSU/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313792673932915250" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JT-v_GavMXMllI25_p9UFdQVPkOx9rBEasblsL8nX5bjNDwHo5gzygyWv_LaMS7fph7Qc8NdnwRN2HMhQcAj27qdVV_ROC6_TLDMyCs9hDRWdUZSe3jIacDldgPcAkHPBN5iEQkFmSU/s400/ULALAVA31409+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">REED who is also a rad musicians in his own writes enters into the stream that is...</span><br /><br /><div><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TsyiPBzjcNu-SFg2PQOG8evuSJHcr3qBk8Md4kTR5w6Vnw1YdPz6QC1EaYsTbip0dKIN_k6GjnnkJ0Ste9V9RSYnd7WpTJQ0_0OA-8F_BCL51gXFnaesiFCc2haqk2MW4HUG6VhpScA/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313792671829095186" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TsyiPBzjcNu-SFg2PQOG8evuSJHcr3qBk8Md4kTR5w6Vnw1YdPz6QC1EaYsTbip0dKIN_k6GjnnkJ0Ste9V9RSYnd7WpTJQ0_0OA-8F_BCL51gXFnaesiFCc2haqk2MW4HUG6VhpScA/s400/ULALAVA31409+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Nothing Factory!</span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />host Dave Onion , the brains and heart in the LAVA autonomous space<br />[center] Kenneth [far right]: super-real prose vignettes of situations and and the people in 'em were shocking in their honesty but as well put down on the page and then read as any of the best writing to be experienced in the "underground!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Claire Christina</span>'s subtle yet exceeding sharp verse allowed one to levitate for as long as their savor reverberated in the individual sensibilties.<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > "Jeepers "</span>narrative poetry, free associative and thoughtful at the same instant, skimmed the universal while impressively resisting generalization.<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" >Everyone included who read stood in the light and read with honesty, clarity, embracing plurality with natural voice confidently wielding efficient skill. What a break from the <span style="font-style: italic;">disconnect</span> of typical academic and corporate literary events that hypnotized their unfortunate staid audiences with monotony and "sincere" posings...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >A glimpse of the LAVA library as James Brown' s heads looks onward</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA70T9VYzSNf-aZZEngWjYuZgoDFPhlJaNJ4PDZW4s4pnXabpFVVkCEN-M_vURqH8-ny60u5LsTZPX90jiGFQnjkezAf6Eh8o_LBEfkH6lxg6wYmv9QxDYInZmrMuHhfohxew-D487MvI/s1600-h/ULALAVA31409+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313792668321381202" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA70T9VYzSNf-aZZEngWjYuZgoDFPhlJaNJ4PDZW4s4pnXabpFVVkCEN-M_vURqH8-ny60u5LsTZPX90jiGFQnjkezAf6Eh8o_LBEfkH6lxg6wYmv9QxDYInZmrMuHhfohxew-D487MvI/s400/ULALAVA31409+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-75046524568337115972009-03-14T20:57:00.012-04:002009-04-04T15:18:04.012-04:00CEE Community Cultural Exchange Coming UP// Donnelly's Ditty SF pertaining to the repeal of gay marriage in CA// Travis Johnson, surrealist "stike"<span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Upcoming @ The Exchange:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">March 24</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Tania Asili</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Gary the Storyteller</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Oskar Castro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Alabaster McDougle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Stumblin Munx</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><br /> April 7<br />Stare Syndicate<br />Vulcan<br />Sexcop<br />Rachael & Chris</span><br /><br />WE ALWAYS NEED FILMAKERS AND VIDEOGRAPHERS!!!!<br /><br /> Community Cultural Exchange<br /> P.O. Box 63808<br /> Philadelphia, PA 19147<br /><a href="mailto:communityculturalexchange@gmail.com"> communityculturalexchange@gmail.com</a><br /><br /><p>Copabanana</p> <p>344 South Street<br />Philadelphia PA 19147<br /><img class="alignnone" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/l_0930d3bd898c47a5bbc6af95324ac366.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="400" /></p><br /> <h2>General Meetings</h2> <ul><li><strong>every other Wednesday, 6:30-7:30pm</strong><br /> at Starr Garden<br /> 6th & Lombard Street<br /> Phone: 215-686-1782</li></ul> <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);font-family:garamond,new york,times,serif;" >**ncf** links:</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);font-family:times new roman;" ><br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.hiyagroundsound.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">http://www.hiyagroundsound.<wbr>com/</span></span></a> <a rel="nofollow" style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.mishabittleston.com/artists/natalie_felix/" target="_blank">http://www.mishabittleston.<wbr>com/artists/natalie_felix/</a><br /><a href="http://www.communityculturalexchange.org/" target="_blank">http://www.<wbr>communityculturalexchange.org</a><br /><br />###### ####### ####<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">REENLIGHTENMENT MAN</span> (RE: <span style="font-style: italic;">RENAISSANCE</span> ) <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >TRAVIS JOHNSON,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> ST. AUGI'E, FL</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtVBMoGByIO9ZtYdDKL_t-w6xs2YYtsW6ODf-HXHQS_h6jSRSg9D7eky3gfq2rSwUHmgsHuMoOa4rIaUP9K4lbAML7bxZy6nH1jEZeGG_9fiSfwrg2kCV8GIfuVHJhDOyD5dAh0KStsY/s1600-h/ULAManCPressTravis2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtVBMoGByIO9ZtYdDKL_t-w6xs2YYtsW6ODf-HXHQS_h6jSRSg9D7eky3gfq2rSwUHmgsHuMoOa4rIaUP9K4lbAML7bxZy6nH1jEZeGG_9fiSfwrg2kCV8GIfuVHJhDOyD5dAh0KStsY/s400/ULAManCPressTravis2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313243446440612210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Published in the COLLECTIVE PRESS, Independent radical free monthly rag, in St. Augustine<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >subtext: [copies of this issue as well as other back issues are now available at the LAVA space public "library" at 4134 Lancaster Ave. Philadelphia, in the real 'hood!]</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZq-pPRw6bweXVzSKv4URP6J7cI_YDSB0St0s8UL_Txzf-AECOeRxJd1wjkOuFTwvpTVDgvaUyLNszaP_eb-oO06DwABL_5cvDl6r7Bk2HXmbVutjX_c9IpY4knFPfm4OcR3B4r9qQhM/s1600-h/ULAManCPressTravis.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZq-pPRw6bweXVzSKv4URP6J7cI_YDSB0St0s8UL_Txzf-AECOeRxJd1wjkOuFTwvpTVDgvaUyLNszaP_eb-oO06DwABL_5cvDl6r7Bk2HXmbVutjX_c9IpY4knFPfm4OcR3B4r9qQhM/s400/ULAManCPressTravis.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313243444113996914" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="il"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="il"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" >[SUBTEXT</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" >: EXAMPLE OF REAL CONCEPT BEEN MINDFULLY ACTUAL]</span></span><br /><span class="il"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ></span><br />Travis</span> invited you to <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"Festival of Ostara at the Fountain of Youth"</span></span> on Saturday, March 21 at 8:00pm.<br /><br />Event: Festival of Ostara at the Fountain of Youth<br />What: Erotic Party<br />Host: The Universe<br />Start Time: Saturday, March 21 at 8:00pm<br />End Time: Sunday, March 22 at 1:00am<br />Where: Fountain of Youth<br /><br /> ##### ###<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" > This in from Tim Gilmore, editor of DeadPaper lit journal, via email:</span><br />The April 2009 <span style="font-style: italic;">deadpaper</span> reading will take place on Friday, <span><span><span>April 3rd</span></span></span>, 7 p.m., at <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Chamblin's "Uptown," downtown <span>Jacksonville</span>, 215 Laura Street (less than a block south of the new Main Library and Heming Plaza)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">[subtext</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">: Ron Chamblin for my money is the current independent literary culture champion a class act and wisely kind very much to my mind like Lawrence Ferlinghetti and James Laughlin (who Frank Walsh was lucky enough to meet at the Pound /Williams Symposium at Penn in the early 80's, thanks to Andrew Lovatt) whereas he has stocked both his huge marvelous bookstores with all ULA Press titles plus Joe Pachinko's urinals of hell and C. Robin's Zen Baby and more including the UNHOLY SIDESHOW MOVIE, directed by the Alliance's Matt Broomfield.]<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a rel="nofollow" href="http://deadpaper.org/" target="_blank"><span>deadpaper.org</span></a> </span>monthly readings are held the <span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span>FIRST Friday</span></span></span> of every month.<br /><br />You'll soon hear about May's reading, which will be our publication party for the Spring 2009 issue!<br /><br />Also soon coming, new collections from Lois Wilson, Joe Goosey, and at some point, yours truly. More word on those when we have it.<br /><br />Come. Listen (or) read (or both). Sing. Play the guitar or the alphorn or prop up an <span><span><span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;">Aeolian Harp</span></span></span> in the doorway and pray for some wind</span></span>. Have some wine. Have a pastry. Hang out. Browse for books before the reading. Meet people.<br /><br />Support each other. It is your forum.<br /><br />Tim<br /><br />"The world is in my head. My body is in the world."<br /> --Paul Auster</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><div id=":u1" class="ii gt"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="il" >pirates</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > of somalia?</span></span> Hmm.... sounds like a great song or musical... like <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Rodgers and Hammerstein....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />"The <span class="il">Pirates</span> of Somalia<br />are a wacky funny bunch,<br />They'll welcome you with open arms,<br />and then have you for lunch.<br /><br />they drink a lot of rum<br />and they screw a lot of holes<br />oh! to be a pirate in Somalia!<br />where they never do grow old..."</span> <div><div><span id="q_11db52281062d108_1" class="h4">- Hide quoted text -</span></div><div class="im"><br /><br /><div class="gmail_quote">On Wed, Nov 19, 2008 at 5:54 AM, frank walsh <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:nohbard@gmail.com" target="_blank">nohbard@gmail.com</a>></span> wrote:<br /><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;">Gawd, the <span class="il">pirates</span> in Somalia are having better luck than the free philly wireless!? </blockquote></div><br /></div></div></div><div class="gA gt"><div class="gB"><table class="cf gz" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td><div class="cKWzSc mD" idlink=""><img class="mL" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /> <span class="mG">Reply</span></div></td><td><br /></td><td><div class="XymfBd mD" idlink=""><img class="mI" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /> <span class="mG">Forward</span></div></td><td><br /></td><td><div class="is"><div class="mF" idlink=""><img class="df" id="upi" name="upi" jid="thissmallplanet@gmail.com" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" height="16" width="16" /><span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Michael is not available to chat</span></div></div></td><td class="io"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div class="hF hH"><img class="hG" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /></div><div class="gE iv gt"><table class="cf gJ" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td class="gF gK"><table class="cf ix" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td><div class="iw"><span class="lHQn1d"><img class="f g8" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /></span><span class="ik"><img class="df" id="upi" name="upi" jid="thissmallplanet@gmail.com" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" height="16" width="16" /></span><h3 class="gD" style="color: rgb(121, 6, 25);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span email="thissmallplanet@gmail.com">Michael Donnelly</span></span></h3> <span class="hb">to <span email="nohbard@gmail.com" class="g2">me</span> </span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td class="gH"><div class="gK"><span class="iD" idlink="">show details</span> <span id=":tq" class="g3" title="Wed, Nov 19, 2008 at 10:06 AM" alt="Wed, Nov 19, 2008 at 10:06 AM">11/19/08</span> <span></span></div></td><td class="gH"><div class="h2"><table class="cf h3" id=":to" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td class="cTzXV hC hy" idlink=""><img class="hB" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /></td><td class="cTzXV hy" idlink=""><div class="hE">Reply</div></td><td class="hy"><br /></td><td class="wtnCQd hz hy"><img class="hA" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >"The <span class="il">Pirates</span> of Somalia,,,,<br />I want to tell you more....<br />they have had gay marriage<br />since 1794...."</span><div><span id="q_11db5251868250d1_1" class="h4">- Show quoted text -</span></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-70381553824434550962009-03-11T21:29:00.007-04:002009-03-11T22:11:46.844-04:00SAINT MARCH OPENS TO BODY EVERY, BIG UNDERGROUND INSURGENCY AT LAVA SPACE THIS FRIDAY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbknu9RHU3_XweI3ffG_wa115ptQNpeHZA95G6RGV0IfwrtortngTK7cuoY-EgZ8IZ8eJgAEIgrHFX7tUoB6rCIPtVuY6Mr3irWT_5QFkh9wh-XcTHoU14kLgkDYk8u9wI5U5M2dUwITc/s1600-h/ULAMANIFEST309.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbknu9RHU3_XweI3ffG_wa115ptQNpeHZA95G6RGV0IfwrtortngTK7cuoY-EgZ8IZ8eJgAEIgrHFX7tUoB6rCIPtVuY6Mr3irWT_5QFkh9wh-XcTHoU14kLgkDYk8u9wI5U5M2dUwITc/s400/ULAMANIFEST309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312117024190993922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />LEGEND: upper, SUNDAY, MARCH 15TH// lower, FRIDAY THE 13TH...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Arriving in the nick of time or is it "neck",</span> well this will make sense perhaps when the chance interlocutor gets a gander the modus operandi of the grand opening collective art show at a new and hopefully enduring "gift horse stared in the mouth" hosted gallery on South Street--- part of the so so attempt by South Street and Head House Square Business Assocs. to up the ante by maybe baiting and switching free art spaces on the "straped" profit margins merged along the cultural/ commercial corridor on the head- waters of the old Southwark district that hugs the river and mummer-land, or is it th other way 'round (one can only <span style="font-style: italic;">hope</span> for such!). Whatever the case one can only sincerely wish the attempt on the part of the enlightened land-lords success in their attempt, otherwise wish the artists and especially <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >SAINT MARCH</span> AT 7TH & SOUTH success and flourish for real (being honest in their case!), as shades of the Seventies, the artists are being deployed to bring back foot- traffic and them thar new freesh minted dollars back to the track for abetting!<br /><br /> Anyway as this blog was assaying, just in the neck of time Tim Dunn comes running in to the Rotunda ULA/the Idiom Mag Anthology Big Lit Action Reading show with Reed or is it Read<br />with arms full of hand-bill fliers posting another event one that this ULA cat has been anticpating, waiting for with fingers crossed since he happened to falll back into the circle of Gothicks, ie. Bagdadadelphia back in late last October--- a seeming no holds barred, deep grass roooted radical poetry reading and representing, whether they like it or not, the underground writers and poets and zinesters, of Philadelphia, more so, of West Philadelphia (Yes Richmond, there is a difference!) in the "place", on the spot most likely to naturally bolster and sensitize such a situation. Namely the <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >LANCASTER AVENUE AUTONOMOUS</span> space at 42nd and Lancaster Ave. approached most surely and securely if that be important to those wishing to attend by the number 10 subway/surace trolley heading west, of course.<br />This is besides last Saturday's ULA presents event and mad cap literary revelation the most important underground literary resistance situ to hit the city since the beginning of the new year. Get up the nerve screw your heads back on and get yourself to the LAVA in the 'hood were <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >the American English is parleys and in your face. This is where one learns and hears the "Voice That Is Great Within Us". Ula will be there out in force!</span>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-65748057464070881182009-02-09T16:50:00.010-05:002009-02-16T23:12:07.834-05:00karl koweski, ficciones actuale/<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" > Karl Koweski</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">is a 34 year old displaced Chicagoan now living on top of a mountain in Alabama where he hangs on to a machinist job he can't stand. His latest chapbook, Industrial Strip, is available at </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.covertpress.com/" target="_blank">www.covertpress.com</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">. He writes a column, Observations of a Dumb Polack, at </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/" target="_blank">www.zygoteinmycoffee.com</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> as ...</span> <div style="width: 600px; height: 450px; min-height: 300px;" class="photo" id="ImageDiv"> <a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=8194000&albumID=199696&imageID=61162951#a=199696&i=31178758" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"> <img style="width: 477px; height: 454px;" id="userImage" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_0a9c9191e20a460b9b6bbdd6d2e64922.jpg" /> </a> <center></center> <div id="NotesBox" style="width: 200px; display: none;"> <div id="noteFieldDiv"> <input style="width: 180px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" id="friendSuggestInput" class="notefield" tabindex="1" type="text"> </div> <div id="acPlacement"> </div> <div id="EmailPhoto" style="display: none;"> Want to email somebody a link to this photo? <br /> <input style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" size="25" tabindex="2" value="enter an email address" type="text"> </div> <input style="display: none;" tabindex="3" value="Save" class="buttons" id="SaveNote" type="button"> <input tabindex="4" value="Cancel" class="buttons" id="CancelNote" type="button"> <input id="friendId" value="0" type="hidden"> <input id="displayName" value="0" type="hidden"> </div> </div> <span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_lblCaption"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> ... well as the column, Messages From The Exiled King of Poland, at </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.epicrites.org/" target="_blank">www.epicrites.org</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As far as places to get a hold of me. I have a myspace page. </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/karlkoweski" target="_blank">www.myspace.com/karlkoweski</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I'm a featured writer at </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.epicrites.org/" target="_blank">www.epicrites.org</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">other than that, I've pretty much cut ties with every other poetry type organization. hope you're well.</span><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" > Karl Koweski</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;"> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span> </span>“Obama’s The AntiChrist!” She Cried</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sundays in Alabama can be brutal for a guy like me with no interest in organized religion, crystal meth or professional football.<span> </span>I cared nothing for riding horses, tractors or logs pulled by ATVs.<span> </span>And I had no money to pursue the one thing in life that did bring me joy.<span> </span>That being strange women.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So the Sunday afternoon before the Presidential election found me lying on the couch torn between the sorrow of a refrigerator depleted of beer and the fleeting ecstasy of being away from the factory for an entire twenty four consecutive hours.<span> </span>I was vaguely aware of my wife inveighing me to wash dishes from the night before.<span> </span>I was in no mood to be inveighed.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I should have never quit the hard drugs.<span> </span>I see that now.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">As is so often the case when there doesn’t seem to be enough insanity in my life, insanity comes walking through my trailer door.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Obama’s the AntiChrist!<span> </span>Oh Lord!<span> </span>Obama’s the AntiChrist!” Lovella heralded the end times.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Her rant began somewhere near her trailer and hit second gear in the foyer of mine.<span> </span>Foyer being a fancy way of describing the five foot by five foot space directly entering the front door separating the kitchen from the living room.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Everybody!<span> </span>Obama gets elected, he’s gonna destroy the world, y’all.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lovella, the second wife of my wife’s deceased father, stood trembling in what can only be described as god-fearing Armageddon lust.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The wife peeked out from the kitchen.<span> </span>I raised my head off the couch pillow.<span> </span>Our eyes met with dual telepathic messages.<span> </span>You deal with this shit.<span> </span>Lovella stood between us like a pendulum that had forgotten to take its medication, freeing it from the constraints of logic, physics, and the polite etiquette of knocking on a door before entering one’s aluminum domicile.<span> </span>The wife rushed into the safe haven of the bathroom in the time it took me to get a foot on the floor.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lovella swept her jittery eyeballs in my direction.<span> </span>Her hands were empty of weaponry.<span> </span>At least that.<span> </span>Usually, when the brimstone began beating a hellfire cadence against her addled brain, first thing she’d do is arm herself before warning the citizenry of hillbilly row.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“He’s gonna legalize abortion,” she caterwauled.<span> </span>“There’s gonna be queers marrying in the streets.<span> </span>The world’s goin end in a rain of hellfire!”</span></p></div> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:'Courier New';font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;"> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The end of the world bullshit called to mind one of her earlier psychotic breaks with reality.<span> </span>The Y2K business.<span> </span>At the dawn of the new millennium when the computers, ill-equipped to handle a year beginning with “2" were prophesied to come to a screeching halt, dropping airplanes out of the sky and enabling queers to make a mockery out of the sacred vow of matrimony.<span> </span>We were still eating canned foods from the Y2K stockpile.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Seeing my kids cowering under the kitchen table as Lovella ranted put me on edge.<span> </span>So I decided to prick her jesus bubble with a couple barbs I like to refer to as truth and logic.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“All right, goddammit.<span> </span>First off, woman, abortion is legal.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“No it ain’t neither.<span> </span>It ain’t ever right to kill a young’un fore it even got the chance to be borned proper.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Hell, I didn’t say it is right.<span> </span>Which it is.<span> </span>I just said it’s legal.<span> </span>Roe Vs. Wade mean anything to you?”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“It don’t mean squat to me cause I don’t read the Satanic Bible.<span> </span>My good Christian Bible says abortion ain’t right.<span> </span>Ain’t legal.<span> </span>Ain’t nothing but killin innocents.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Okay, fine.<span> </span>But don’t blame that on Obama.<span> </span>And as far as the gays... it’s a state decision whether or not to legalize gay marriage.<span> </span>Obama won’t have no say in it.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“That Obama devil’s gonna bring the whole world to an end.<span> </span>You wait and see if he don’t, “ she hissed.<span> </span>“He’s gonna end the world with his Muslim idolatry.<span> </span>It says so in the Bible.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“The Bible says Barack Obama’s gonna bring on the Apocalypse?”<span> </span>It seemed we’d had this conversation before.<span> </span>Only Britney Spears was the culprit.<span> </span>And before that it was home computers, <a href="http://www.com/" target="_blank">www.com</a> being the new number of the beast.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“What do you really know about him?<span> </span>He came out of nowhere like the beast rising from the pit.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Well... he’s a strong proponent for hope and change.<span> </span>And he says he’s gonna tax the rich more.<span> </span>And he graduated from Harvard Law.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I felt my blood pressure inching up dangerously high for an off day.<span> </span>I tried to imagine myself as a balloon tied to a sphincter, floating above this shit.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“He doesn’t even salute the flag, y’all.<span> </span>Anyone voting for him ain’t no Christian at all and they’s goin straight to hell.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“So you’re voting for McCain and that crazy bitch who thinks men and dinosaurs walked the earth together.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here she got to shaking and tremoring all over like she’d just been snakebit.<span> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“No, I ain’t, neither.<span> </span>I ain’t registered.”<span> </span>She said.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“You think the AntiChrist is going to get voted in and you can’t be bothered to register and vote?”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“I don’t want no jury duty.<span> </span>Besides, I ain’t worried.<span> </span>I’m goin straight to heaven in the rapture, anyway.<span> </span>It’s them young’uns I’m worried about.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I laid back against the couch cushions, glanced at my five year old son who thought Barack Obama was a Star Wars character. I couldn’t wait for the rapture.<span> </span>She’d leave behind enough canned goods and bullets to keep the Muslims at bay from our mountain strongholds for a hundred years.<span> </span>And I wouldn’t have to hear her doomsday threats parroted from her crazed Baptist preacher ever again.<span> </span>It’d be like heaven on earth.</span></p></div> <span style=";font-family:'Courier New';font-size:12;" > <span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=8194000&albumID=199696&imageID=44542620#a=199696&i=44542735" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"> <img id="userImage" src="http://a820.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_324ae8c72cb1a0e771e6baea8a581d43.jpg" /> </a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="width: 620px; height: 810px; min-height: 300px;" class="photo" id="ImageDiv"> <a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=8194000&albumID=199696&imageID=44542620#a=199696&i=44542742" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"> <img style="width: 459px; height: 808px;" id="userImage" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/49/l_d4b3d9db665a6ea8e88065bd73cb5996.jpg" /> </a> <center></center> <div id="NotesBox" style="width: 200px; display: none;"> <div id="noteFieldDiv"> <input style="width: 180px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" id="friendSuggestInput" class="notefield" tabindex="1" type="text"> </div> <div id="acPlacement"> </div> <div id="EmailPhoto" style="display: none;"> Want to email somebody a link to this photo? <br /> <input style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" size="25" tabindex="2" value="enter an email address" type="text"> </div> <input style="display: none;" tabindex="3" value="Save" class="buttons" id="SaveNote" type="button"> <input tabindex="4" value="Cancel" class="buttons" id="CancelNote" type="button"> <input id="friendId" value="0" type="hidden"> <input id="displayName" value="0" type="hidden"> </div> </div> <div id="dvCaptionHolder" align="center"> <div id="caption" class="captionView"> <span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_lblCaption">picture taken by Gregory Turner, the cover to my latest chapbook Casual Cruelty</span></div> </div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-90968318223119842482009-02-04T14:32:00.002-05:002009-02-04T14:42:29.043-05:00Doug Draime Part 2<span style="font-family: verdana;">Here is the rest.-MDG</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Someday I Will Write A Poem That Will Flood The World</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And I will own all the</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">arks, boats, ships,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">rafts, and canoes,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and tug boats, ferries,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> all forms of water transportation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">People will have to come</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to me for their means</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of survival.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The stubborn and destitute ones</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">will drown in my poem</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">sinking to the bottom,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">screeching like anchors on</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">rusty</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">chains.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rest of humanity will plead</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">for cut-rate discounts. But fuck them,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’ll make them pay out</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">the ass. No rainbows</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">this time. </span><br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Protest Organizer</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Century City in</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">1967, or 8, very stoned</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to protest</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lyndon Johnson’s</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">speech. We were</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">among the</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">crowd the cops</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">were pushing back</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and yelling at us</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to cease and desist.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She took my hand</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and placed it</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">between her legs</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">up her lily white</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">sun dress. When the</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">speech was over</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">she drove me home,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to my place on</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lexington in Hollywood.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And she jacked me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">off and I came in her mouth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When i finally got</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">outta the car, she was </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">insistent that I take not</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">one but two, Stop The War</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">t-shirts.</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jerry From 13th Street</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was the perpetual</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pall Mall cigarette</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">hanging from his mouth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And he was always</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">picking on kids</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">smaller and younger</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">than him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">His wooden leg and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">foot clanged and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">rattled as</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">he walked. It had happened</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">when he was twelve,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">trying to jump</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">into a boxcar</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of a moving train. Two of</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">his friends had</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">made it, one chickened</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">out. Jerry miscalculated </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">his run and came up</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">short, reaching for the edge</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of the boxcar’s </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">open door, and the motion</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of the train pulled</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">him under. Somehow he was</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">able to keep one leg</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">free, with the rest of his body,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">from slipping under the</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">steel wheels. Every kid</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">in the neighborhood</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">was afraid</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of him, every kid but me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To me he was just a pimpled-face</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">fat kid with a wooden leg.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day he was coming</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">down the alley</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">with a couple of his friends. I was</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">fifteen, but already well over</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">6 feet and a solid 175 pounds.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He and his friends were</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">maybe sixteen, overweight,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and a couple of inches shorter.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were all three smoking</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">as they passed..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jerry sneered, flipping his Pall Mall</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">at me. It hit my t-shirt and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">bounced to the ground. They</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">stopped and were laughing,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">calling me a</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">dumb ass and a son-of-abitch.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn’t say a word, I just</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">quickly walked right up</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">into their faces. They were</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">startled and </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">took a step backwards.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My uncle had lost a leg in WW2</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and I knew what the</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">weakest part</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of a wooden leg was. I was an</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">arm’s distance away</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">from Jerry, who was</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">lighting another cigarette,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">still sneering. I turned my body</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">slightly and kicked</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">his wooden knee.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He seemed to fall instantaneously,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">tumbling over</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to his left,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">in a barrage of yelling and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">clanging. His friend, who was</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">standing to the right </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">of him, took a step forward,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">as if he was going</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to take a punch at me. I swung</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">wildly, hitting him</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">somewhere around the </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">collarbone, and I was winding up</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">another, when he turned</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and ran down the alley. The other</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">kid was faster,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">passing his friend easily.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I watched them run </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">out of the alley to the sidewalk.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jerry was still yelling and crying</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">on the ground, begging me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to help him up. I told him I wouldn’t</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">help him, but that I would</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">call his parents</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">when I got home. I left him laying</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">there crying, as I jumped</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">over the next door neighbor’s fence,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I walked across</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">their backyard into mine, went into</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">my house,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">called Jerry’s parents and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">told his mother that</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">he had had an accident and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">was in the alley. My dad</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">overheard the conversation</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and asked</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">what was going on.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told him I had just kicked</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">the ass of Jerry from over</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">on 13th street. He laughed</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and said it was</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">about time someone</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">cleaned that bastard’s plow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was the first time</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I ever drank a beer</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">with my old man,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">but not the last.</span><br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Watch Their Castles Tumble</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Not everyone wants</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">To hear the truth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though everyone gives</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It enough lip service</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Just be honest with me, “</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">they’ll say, “tell me the truth.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their eyes oozing sincerity</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And openness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, you tell them the truth</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And watch their castles tumble.</span><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Coming Down From The Mountain Unenlightened</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We trudged down the mountain path</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to the water </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">like warriors beaten.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our whiskey bottles empty,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">all of our mescaline eaten.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Five days without bathing, we threw</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">ourselves, filthy</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and stinking, clothes and all,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">into the ocean.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two girls stripping down to</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">their panties and bras.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thomas claimed he saw</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">a flying saucer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lucy swore she had </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">a brush with Big Foot</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">on a rocky ridge above the jade cliffs.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But the rest of us</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">knew that mescaline</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">was the cause.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And we mixed our trips</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">with a few cold beers</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to level them out a little.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I laid in a foot of water</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">staring up at the mountain,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">thinking how normal everything appeared.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">After five days of</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">psychedelic musings</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and discussions of</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">astral projection, change shifting and time</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">travel, nothing in the world</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">looked any different</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We dried ourselves in the sun and</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">headed down 101 for home, still unenlightened.</span>M.D.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072889206407118616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-80664038407041002412009-01-24T15:08:00.007-05:002009-01-24T18:25:57.071-05:00New Poems By Doug Draime Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQcBn1j051iKpT4esCpHcOzIopT4kMRIdItAELlvXFGjROIzaPIoZM8lxvzYIU8MWqzVSmy5LL70qTOR_yV04kRBy4izeK8ghV3JhWSMdIz_OK1LUNiEZGxvC3C9KLRjMqqZupKkrC60/s1600-h/Draime+chapbook.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In this editors humble opinion Doug Draime is one of the most important voices in underground literature today. His poems are refreshing, entertaining, and address what is really going on. Enjoy!-MDG</span>
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margin-right: 30pt; margin-bottom: 14pt;font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"><div></div><blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div>Doug Draime first emerged in the 'underground' literary movement in the late 1960's, in Los Angeles. Most recent books are: "Los Angeles Terminal: Poems 1971-1980 (Covert Press) and "Bones" (Kendra Steiner Editions). Forthcoming are,"Transmissions From The Underground" (d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t/ press) and "Farrago Soup" (Coatlism Press). His diverse range of writing, including: poems, short stories and plays, continue to appear in publications worldwide. He moved to the foothills of Oregon in 1981, where he still resides.</div></blockquote><div></div></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 30pt; margin-right: 30pt; margin-bottom: 14pt; font-family: verdana;">
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 30pt; margin-right: 30pt; margin-bottom: 14pt;"><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;">You Might As Well Dance Till The Fat Lady Sings
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;">Tune in to the tuned out
<br />Turn on to the turned off
<br />It doesn’t Matter
<br />Anyway you work it
<br />You can’t please ‘em all
<br />Who cares if you’ve written
<br />40, 000 poems
<br />Blind folded in a deep dark pit
<br />Though you may be the
<br />Last poet standing
<br />Some poet-ego-<i>enfant terrible
<br /></i>Will come along & bomb
<br />You when you least expect it
<br />All you can do is keep on keep on
<br />Pounding those keys like freedom</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;">Tune in to the tuned out
<br />Turn on with the turned on
<br />It can’t Matter
<br />Anyhow you work it
<br />You can only please yourself
<br />Who cares if you’ve written
<br />100, 000 poems
<br />Blind folded in a pig stye
<br />Though chances are you are the
<br />Last real poet standing
<br />Some poet-ego-<i>enfant terrible
<br /></i>Will come down the road & shoot
<br />You when you have your back turned
<br />All you can do is keep on keeping on
<br />Pounding those keys like freedom ringing</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;">Tune out to the tuned in
<br />Turn off to the turned on
<br />It don’t Matter
<br />Any time you work it
<br />You can only please the moment
<br />Who cares if you’ve written
<br />420, 000 poems
<br />Blind folded in a vat of pointlessness
<br /><span style="color:#888888;"> </span>Though the fact is you are the
<br />Last poet with balls standing
<br />Some poet-ego-enfant-terrible
<br />Will stick the blade repeatingly into
<br />You just as everything seems to be falling into place
<br />All you must do is keep writing the truth as you see it.
<br />Pounding those keys like freedom singing</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;">-------------------------------------------------------
<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Blazing Sun
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What good is a poet
<br />who cannot dig a ditch
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What purpose is a poem
<br />that is not a blazing sun</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What value is art
<br />that does not rage at war</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What importance is love
<br />that is not fearless spirit</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">-------------------------------------------------
<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When Rock n’ Roll Was A Teenager
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When rock n’ roll was a teenager,
<br /><i>Great Balls Of</i> <i>Fire
<br /></i>was throwing punches
<br />at a man twice <i>its</i> age
<br />on a gravel parking lot in
<br />Westport, Illinois,
<br />laughing and drinking Jim Beam
<br />straight from
<br />the bottle,
<br />between ducks and jabs.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When rock n’ roll was a teenager,
<br /><i>Heartbreak Hotel
<br /></i>had <i>its</i> finger up the local car hop
<br />after she closed down A&W for the night,
<br />her hand around <i>its</i> hard dick,
<br />pumping it slowly,
<br />in the back seat at the drive-in movie,
<br />Marlon Brando
<br />in the <i>Wild Ones
<br /></i>on the screen.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When rock n’ roll was a teenager,
<br /><i>Only The Lonely
<br /></i>was in the county jail locked up for
<br />drunk and disorderly, reading
<br />Tropic of Cancer and writing poems
<br />of sex, rage, and revolution,
<br />trying to conceive a way
<br />to escape from jail by taking <i>its</i> own life,
<br />but, oh, we all know, rock n’ roll
<br />can never/will never die!</p> <p></p> <p></p> <span style=";font-family:";" ></span><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span><p></p> Part 2 coming up in a few days!-MDG
<br />M.D.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072889206407118616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-53403975941488718572009-01-08T10:17:00.008-05:002009-01-19T23:39:44.980-05:00"AUT" and have done: Travis Johnson, St. Augustine; Kali, Philadelphia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlq4Lb61GXk7VdcMDCfTiaDHRhTKUhqThw9hiJ6QgbPRiVbPLeZItLnobW2EvF7iuogV-MHaEHdKaDSquLAM4uQKtrcHx8aAPmrZ7DdkC7uOMekYVwO9YiR0ZziK_ISJRxWPVtUJvgDs/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlq4Lb61GXk7VdcMDCfTiaDHRhTKUhqThw9hiJ6QgbPRiVbPLeZItLnobW2EvF7iuogV-MHaEHdKaDSquLAM4uQKtrcHx8aAPmrZ7DdkC7uOMekYVwO9YiR0ZziK_ISJRxWPVtUJvgDs/s400/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743739662189666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tmkrrwrGyH2mz4koIbhSW32JvClNwLTNvD2NpIMryQcnVtu3dbwGXVTCkF7xDIii6vhwt3kURInbKvS_yCneTe-BsJ7zM-lIZJ1WQ_DKVisN11FJNbOJKH7gVxptq_44sKgf5b_nU_M/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tmkrrwrGyH2mz4koIbhSW32JvClNwLTNvD2NpIMryQcnVtu3dbwGXVTCkF7xDIii6vhwt3kURInbKvS_yCneTe-BsJ7zM-lIZJ1WQ_DKVisN11FJNbOJKH7gVxptq_44sKgf5b_nU_M/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743721922258450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > North Florida</span> : <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">St. Augustine mixed media shaker and mover,</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">TRAVIS JOHNSON </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >reminded the ULA's FDW at one point that HP Lovecraft spent some quality writing time in the Ancient City and for good reason.<br />Well it all begins to fall into place, doesn't it.<br /> This amazing creative livelihood reflected in Travis' performing in big experimental "noise" music projects in mostly underground outlets cooperatively and independently, his organizing and hosting the notorious<br />WEIRD FILM SOCIETY FESTIVAL OF ST. AUGUSTINE, his genuinely surreal verse of an accomplished degree, and especially amazing textured paintings, found object bricolage and constructions, goes without saying, yet at the same time crazy grace under pressure from a right wing privileged Jim Crow contempt from the vested interests of law enforcement and commerce in America's oldest city.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_wx4XUtBHl_dVmD6BwbE0RzR4sFM8bPmx4CI02-JFejVLQ5PjJpxoVXtSmWaJN8w8sZm5x7ET7qrk3B4ykO8sl5PZFspFfw0LWjCVoTO5iOIs3NqLvc-x3kzfGu3lI8JKd6J6JjOeWU/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_wx4XUtBHl_dVmD6BwbE0RzR4sFM8bPmx4CI02-JFejVLQ5PjJpxoVXtSmWaJN8w8sZm5x7ET7qrk3B4ykO8sl5PZFspFfw0LWjCVoTO5iOIs3NqLvc-x3kzfGu3lI8JKd6J6JjOeWU/s400/scan0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743748217180866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakcaHlYXwPBtxLOJZfKymZcPIcVcG8rP73fU-Xiw9NKdWBGZztg84idPNsVmLUCm0iZuf7cEppupNGuB8x7YTXHjbvqLoX7aT43zGmxVh1quy0iAxKNfo0QOcC3ZbDeXfN94sRXLzf9k/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakcaHlYXwPBtxLOJZfKymZcPIcVcG8rP73fU-Xiw9NKdWBGZztg84idPNsVmLUCm0iZuf7cEppupNGuB8x7YTXHjbvqLoX7aT43zGmxVh1quy0iAxKNfo0QOcC3ZbDeXfN94sRXLzf9k/s400/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288943058419494994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">From Philadelphia's West Bank</span>, its cold flats, squatter strongholds, newly rehabbed tenements expensively falling down under the weight of corrupt utility company monopolies and red- line Immanencies find below samples of the experimental socio-real expressionist "</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >autiste</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >"</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> KALI MILES CLARK. </span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > A self determined alchemist and gypsy wanderer haling from the crossroads of the Great Smokey Mountains... she is currently showing her work at the Satellite Coffee House at 50th and Baltimore much of which incorporates encaustic, hot organic bees wax techniques where found substances are suspended and applied to photographs that have the general effect of illuminating the arte-fact...<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitaWKARAekllpCdh5PCogttrnQ_EzJEZ_v5JIOW_uq5WIXpj7tggijRZMw0X-1Bs_2A3fNMP9wRb8sx-3HWO1QayQoZ8T6wFj3Q7Xd8oHc_T4vP8M6hSxfCQmyZ-hcScrD7mF2cdDBOm0/s1600-h/asleep+on+philly+streets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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font-family: verdana;">Words Dance/Issue 12/Ladies Issue/Fall 2008/Verve Bath Press/Reviewed by Michael Grover: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Let me say right off that this has to be one of the most</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">beautifully creative zines that I have ever laid my eyes on. That is saying a lot. I have seen a lot of zines in my day. The cover, the pictures inside I have to say is all aesthetically beautiful.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> With that said on to the poetry. The first two poems I have to say hit you like a good punch in the face and drag you in. Lost Petition: For An Endangered Species is an amazing poem, by far my favorite in here by the editor Amanda Oaks. The second poem Parallel Universe by Ellyn Maybe well, I've been an Ellyn Maybe fan since The Cowardice Of Amnesia. If you read on you will find twenty two other woman writers. Each individually skilled with their own strengths. There is not a bad poem in here, the stuff that really stood out to me beyond the first two were the poems by Rebecca Schumajda, and Heather Bell. Words Dance is an incredible zine, well put together with a creative passion. I hear a lot of talk that there are not enough woman writers out there right now. This will change your mind. www.vervebathpress.etsy.com</span>M.D.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05072889206407118616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-72704703022564606782008-10-21T23:26:00.026-04:002008-10-25T14:24:32.082-04:00Breaking freak'n' All Hallowed evening noose: live performance & screening October 29th of Unholy Sideshow, Manhattan & ARS NOVA fest the 31st!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDs2iB6sx0ktRbYwS3sXN1pgckum3rV7JxEq2MiMnc5o9nCdirqIwPSVcT2by-zxX64aRJ0u7xmd7yaSl2dPa_oeSdBH9FcsZwgTlT8YnlvaJxhHQelWO4MatSilkZT9W5YMS-GY1Jmg/s1600-h/TUS-NewFilmmakers-WebAd1final3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260500893412250290" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDs2iB6sx0ktRbYwS3sXN1pgckum3rV7JxEq2MiMnc5o9nCdirqIwPSVcT2by-zxX64aRJ0u7xmd7yaSl2dPa_oeSdBH9FcsZwgTlT8YnlvaJxhHQelWO4MatSilkZT9W5YMS-GY1Jmg/s400/TUS-NewFilmmakers-WebAd1final3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.box.net/shared/i60o8xjp02">http://www.box.net/shared/i60o8xjp02</a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpJv-o7iCa_2v_Sy0A4VhPQ6xUjHdtPlDTqrzLkQUKtxbq1AvHEGfU3kMymX8bnMDvc90geH59bacq7iJGFFDc8x4qQ0v9RFXTOoJaAh38exOPoLMwTjWuDOS49glF3NKrulTYKhFr08/s1600-h/TUS-NewFilmmakers-WebAd1final.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260500033557961170" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGipX3YUvlAn5azyDZcTAvWYVYZTSI5SONuCKEQkR0oXL5oAj_ydc4s27FK0RN0mBSV-6HNS8FbLqoOBIWEhxZlsPSUhwea9VlXwniaozWs5RVU33U6YNtEmwdhzdLh6r8VWl1O5zdCo/s320/Newfilmakers.bmp" border="0" /><a href="http://www.newfilmmakers.com/calendar/081111.htm">NEXT WEEK</a><br />"Wednesday, October 29th<br />curated by Matthew Broomfield<br />NewFilmmakers Celebrates Halloween i<br />n big way. Alive! Undead! On the screen and in the audience,<br />death defying sideshow stunts, scary clowns, zombies and black magicians.<br />The Grotesque, the strange, odd and Macabre!<br />See needles skewered through a man's flesh, amazing stunts<br />and feats of strength with swords, nails and spikes. </div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;">The Undead are among you!<br />Or at least more than at our usual screenings"<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.newfilmmakers.com/calendar/081029.htm"></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>8:15PMNEWFILMMAKERS LIVE SHOW AND SCREENING</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>ULAers Matthew Broomfield, Eric "jelly- boy" Broomfield, and Frank Walsh</strong></span> <strong><em>take NYC by storm crashing the gates of the Imperial Necropolis!</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.unholysideshow.com/">UNHOLY SIDESHOW</a> (2008, 70 Minutes, Video) <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">A family of Serial Killer black magician sideshow freaks known as The Unholy Sideshow, are called upon by The Order of Mystery, a secret society of Wizards, Sideshow Masters and Vampires, to prevent the coming of the dead.Unholy Sideshow (the movie) is a modern epic of the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhML_FgJtsphyphenhyphenf8ipM0tMZbBfQlVlv_Py5tqPQV70yeA2Aco73pQOta9SlZGB-Yf5KYTXfLUVlDbwmz1AUQa-YziXw1C7fbnlBIWhtHh4qy38e5S_WHz2FHpJ0XfFd78yqV0ewr9Vc4M9k/s1600-h/AsburyParkboardwalkclospwd.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260143590518161490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhML_FgJtsphyphenhyphenf8ipM0tMZbBfQlVlv_Py5tqPQV70yeA2Aco73pQOta9SlZGB-Yf5KYTXfLUVlDbwmz1AUQa-YziXw1C7fbnlBIWhtHh4qy38e5S_WHz2FHpJ0XfFd78yqV0ewr9Vc4M9k/s320/AsburyParkboardwalkclospwd.JPG" border="0" /></a>apocalypse. The beginning of a series. The Unholy Sideshow must perform a ritual sacrifice to appease the Ancient Ones and earn their right to join the ranks of The Masters of Mystery. If the ritual is not set in motion, if This family of magical killers is not up to the task the gates of the abyss will cover the earth in darkness.<br /></div></span><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">photo by Geoff Hall @2005</span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdXKmYXp8RNRA8CXoy1-Hl3AMN411LNyxI4NvImC_9bN2b1ZmfCzAsyqKZjU8m_xaBEbjVR-TzPoQyvYRe_vO8SGpUWXLZ27tWQL35sjmKkqMixTNwsTzZJw3d8fGZnJDuGxUqyQuBlU/s1600-h/TUS-NewFilmmakers-WebAd1final2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260500883901144610" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdXKmYXp8RNRA8CXoy1-Hl3AMN411LNyxI4NvImC_9bN2b1ZmfCzAsyqKZjU8m_xaBEbjVR-TzPoQyvYRe_vO8SGpUWXLZ27tWQL35sjmKkqMixTNwsTzZJw3d8fGZnJDuGxUqyQuBlU/s400/TUS-NewFilmmakers-WebAd1final2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">" evil evite" designed by CLAY RYDER @2008</span></strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br />&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>THESE SAME BUT SOMEHOW ODDLY DIFFEReNT THREE UNDERGROUND LITERARY ALLIANCE CATS RETURN TO THE BIG ROTTEN APPLE</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>WITH TIGHE SWANSON'S</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>CALVACADE OF THE ODD</strong></em></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>TWO NIGHTS LATER!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;">H AL LOW EE N</span><span style="color:#009900;"> </span><br /></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">halloween night</span></strong></span></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqppY3Nu95v1Gj8lFUI3OH7aAD2Y_MvmhIkTWwL05Z_dIKXRM7ym6mCrrCphKpu2Gc_K1WA36gbVafiGrlVGwIuE8h1iel-UxLP4yLQ62kN7jXZwjsjO_3-sikKCgWQwBF7whhrUmPQk/s1600-h/chunglingsoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260198529118871314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqppY3Nu95v1Gj8lFUI3OH7aAD2Y_MvmhIkTWwL05Z_dIKXRM7ym6mCrrCphKpu2Gc_K1WA36gbVafiGrlVGwIuE8h1iel-UxLP4yLQ62kN7jXZwjsjO_3-sikKCgWQwBF7whhrUmPQk/s320/chunglingsoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">FOR </span></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>ARS NOVA</strong></span>, NYC ARTS FESTIVAL</span><br /><a href="http://www.sideshowthrills.com/home/media/"><span style="font-size:180%;">http://www.sideshowthrills.com/home/media/</span></a><br /><br /></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>subtext:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#339999;">There'll be scary sick-twisted poetic interlewds from the mysterious "Mr. Hellbore" aka "Mr. Lazari"played by an equally insane ULA Poet going by the initials FDW...</span></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlGUDi4cb-J6oGOqSku6eT11v90DCpKLuE8FR-N-mt9f-uwOuh8QXiReNoSmfO0V63LfdMULR9qhNFlN205LZkq_gQSMNgggQoyAhERVhaxv2eDOJdMQFVhggR3YIq3un1aKrWQBwEPw/s1600-h/ARSNOVA2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260198522931622114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlGUDi4cb-J6oGOqSku6eT11v90DCpKLuE8FR-N-mt9f-uwOuh8QXiReNoSmfO0V63LfdMULR9qhNFlN205LZkq_gQSMNgggQoyAhERVhaxv2eDOJdMQFVhggR3YIq3un1aKrWQBwEPw/s320/ARSNOVA2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#339999;">sayeth the RAV'n' , <em>never again</em></span><br /></span><br /></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>Ars Nova presentsCavalcade Of The OddFriday, October 31, 2008</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Length: 1 hr 30 </strong><strong>mins</strong></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span></span></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Intermission: NoneSeating: General AdmissionYou choose your seats when you get to the theater.Created by Tighe SwansonPerformed by Betty Bloomerz, Lucy Buttons, Jellyboy, Matters Squidling, Tighe Swanson, and FDW Celebrate Halloween with a wild ride through the wondrous world of old-time Americana entertainment! Featuring dangerous stunts, amazing feats, unique circus skills, oddball behavior, crazy antics and crowd favorite, The Wheel of Pain, all performed by the horrifyingly delightful Cavalcade of the Odd.A.N.T. FEST is six weeks of mayhem featuring fresh material from today’s most daring emerging artists. For thirty crazy nights, the festival will push the boundaries of live entertainment by bringing talented performers from many disciplines together under one roof. Ars Nova is dedicated to spotlighting New York's next wave of songwriters, bands, comedy artists, theater-makers, storytellers and genre-defying performers. A.N.T. FEST 08 takes that mission to the next level. Expect an unmissable adventure, from beginning to trend! Check out the full festival line up by searching A.N.T. FEST.</strong></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Created by Tighe SwansonPerformed by Betty Bloomerz, Lucy Buttons, Jellyboy, Matters Squidling, Tighe Swanson and FDW</span></strong><br />Celebrate Halloween with a wild ride through the wondrous world of old-time Americana entertainment! Featuring dangerous stunts, amazing feats, unique circus skills, oddball behavior, crazy antics and crowd favorite, The Wheel of Pain, all performed by the horrifyingly delightful Cavalcade of the Odd.<br />October 16-November 24, 2008<br />A.N.T. FEST is six weeks of mayhem featuring fresh material from today’s most daring emerging artists. For thirty crazy nights, from October 16th to November 24th, the festival will push the boundaries of live entertainment by bringing talented performers from many disciplines together under one roof. Ars Nova is dedicated to spotlighting New York's next wave of songwriters, bands, comedy artists, theater-makers, storytellers and genre-defying performers. A.N.T. FEST 08 takes that mission to the next level. Expect an unmissable adventure, from beginning to trend!<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">Ars Nova, at 511 West 54th Street west of 10th Avenue</span></strong><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.hopstop.com/route?zip2=10019&address2=511+West+54th+Street&mode=s&city1=New%20York" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Directions</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Subway<br />C, E to 50th St., north on 8th Avenue to 54th St., west to the theater N/R/Q/W to 57th St.,south to 54th St., west to 10th Ave.<br />1/9 to Columbus Circle, west to 10th Ave., south to 54th St.<br />Hop Stop Map of the Area: </span><a href="http://www.hopstop.com/map?zip=10019&address=511+West+54th+Street&nearby=s" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">511 West 54th Street</span></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCudFuDm4sU-jUkryP-vRu5VqAzaGuVsy9NIAVD-h3wzKNH_MTZCW8XgmNa8OIEePdiE0hXL9RWpbA0nWr33kLWQQuLjgDi-n3iSANkPGgLA30BYMkT2Gb1_wzENEw4xbMp2gFZwmV4o/s1600-h/Colllagescap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260198517706827650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCudFuDm4sU-jUkryP-vRu5VqAzaGuVsy9NIAVD-h3wzKNH_MTZCW8XgmNa8OIEePdiE0hXL9RWpbA0nWr33kLWQQuLjgDi-n3iSANkPGgLA30BYMkT2Gb1_wzENEw4xbMp2gFZwmV4o/s320/Colllagescap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj5EOGBmRyiEwFg3XzAQ0CczXDs0GYqMDvqaEQK2YuCukPv_lTahmS2k5FZq9U9-HO1fB3DcUrRtveVPXHGcsjtoxnLJqvZSnVTvP1pq1nFherb8EePIrDwvrR7jNVj2HbU9RPpo1dz8/s1600-h/Collagescrap2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260198525252678642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj5EOGBmRyiEwFg3XzAQ0CczXDs0GYqMDvqaEQK2YuCukPv_lTahmS2k5FZq9U9-HO1fB3DcUrRtveVPXHGcsjtoxnLJqvZSnVTvP1pq1nFherb8EePIrDwvrR7jNVj2HbU9RPpo1dz8/s320/Collagescrap2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>COLLAGE ELEMENTS,</em>FDW@ OCTOBER 2008</span></span></div></div></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-14430354804531726342008-10-03T14:48:00.018-04:002008-10-21T13:31:03.180-04:00GPS on the Earth, a lion from and still the "Apocalyptic" Age Of Literary Modernist Giants Of Paris, London, Salonika, New York, Detroit, North Africaclick on title above to read a ULA Monday Report (4/23/07 ), <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">PAT SIMONELLI, webmaster </span><em>certified and pubished </em>on the main site.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcbiUBNjP6Hs5ZVsprnP8Pqer9i5NPFx4Vm1Y3vbmcYtsQASSbalC1zw72W_m9SsGG97IuHAfrtMzi9glfUzg7MRd5fGsuKrdCOAEblMzAf8wi0Ai2UVy0v72cpYBNidhNcBZPp_hIKQ/s1600-h/fiba_08_gps-publisher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038350203080530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcbiUBNjP6Hs5ZVsprnP8Pqer9i5NPFx4Vm1Y3vbmcYtsQASSbalC1zw72W_m9SsGG97IuHAfrtMzi9glfUzg7MRd5fGsuKrdCOAEblMzAf8wi0Ai2UVy0v72cpYBNidhNcBZPp_hIKQ/s400/fiba_08_gps-publisher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><em>THEMISTOCLES recently honored for WW2 service besides one of the bombers he flew and was shot down in over France in '44 but rescued by the French Resistance.</em><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">[FROM AN EMAIL FROM GEORGE SOLOMOS TO fdw 2 WEEKS AGO. . .]</span></em><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-L-B3TSxov_FzCqI5iEseUqoCYjMOjPHJLIqidRz4zODY3f7hL40aMjWjgBoIi88apzgk81ig4Lm1C9Bo5hF3KKmSNqBUOOajdEfDG5I5Ed935YOlkhnooCi0JECZbUDuTWDH5Be8-HY/s1600-h/gps_paris_1948.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240435872834162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-L-B3TSxov_FzCqI5iEseUqoCYjMOjPHJLIqidRz4zODY3f7hL40aMjWjgBoIi88apzgk81ig4Lm1C9Bo5hF3KKmSNqBUOOajdEfDG5I5Ed935YOlkhnooCi0JECZbUDuTWDH5Be8-HY/s400/gps_paris_1948.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A 'niger poem plan' by me? What's that? A 'short story' from me? Maybe.<br /><br />I haven't written many stories (nor poems) but you can find several pieces I've written in a THICK<br />RED hardcover volume called AVANT-GAURDE MAGAZINES - zero 1949 - 1956 - published<br />by Arno Press (A new York Times Company) 1974. Any big library carries it I believe.<br /><br />I never knew a book like that ever existed until many years later. The NY Times having RIPPED off my<br />entire publishing endeavors but not informing me first - let alone paying for rights or even credit as<br />to who gave them ;the copies.. Yeah? American style GOOD BUSINESS practices.?<br /><br />One reason I stopped publishing altogether was when I learned what a VICIOUS GANGSTER<br />INDUSTRY PUBLISHING IS IN AMERICA. So? No thanks.<br /><br />You also don't seem to realize I've lived abroad most of my adult life because the USA for me is<br />NOTHING but the worst empire in past or modern history. Nor how pleased II am to see if fall<br />apart while I'm still alive. VOTE FOR WHAT? Don't make me laugh! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIOpTaJso5cMM6cB5NwE253yebBFSh26GzoVaxsrdjY2BW3rfuBFRjEYB6cLtn9qt-8ZdQDUvUEb1vls9cbxnOo0d4U_5careWwcl27qQvY3v00yUGLfyE_fytWbXkYZ3g1mY9nKuQ-Q/s1600-h/ULA+Manifestgps-valentino1947.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240872417752578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIOpTaJso5cMM6cB5NwE253yebBFSh26GzoVaxsrdjY2BW3rfuBFRjEYB6cLtn9qt-8ZdQDUvUEb1vls9cbxnOo0d4U_5careWwcl27qQvY3v00yUGLfyE_fytWbXkYZ3g1mY9nKuQ-Q/s400/ULA+Manifestgps-valentino1947.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Best wishes. g. PS: Still photo of me taken from 'screen test' </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>for biography roll of 'Rudolf 'valentino Hollywood 1947.<br />I've been around the block a few times! </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.zeropress.org/">http://www.zeropress.org/</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038350104044034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnsbO8S_TdVGv4JtASOIXaiX4i042v97y4SMgm3yey2qRN6ELsL6vFBWxJuzL4030SiyXT3ogWn1pc3bewLp60eEqaXjGNGV1R7o5SNKlSVfYnrBq2hHk4-bc6ISmeYPYdi9gyI6vQz0/s400/zerocover.jpg" width="149" border="0" />cover of ZERO MAGAZINE, Powelton Village MOVE House, after the seige by the Phila. Police and Rizzo, late seventies. Published in Philadelphia early 80's.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">George P. Solomos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">COLONY OF THE NIGER</span></span> </strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Multitudinous child eucalyptus trees<br />Block and retard the big bombard<br />Of "Progressive Builders" building progress<br />(Where Hannibal’s numidian elephants trode)<br />From connecting by road Bengahzi with Agdès,<br />Colony of the Niger. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Many many meters, hidden in shade, away<br />From these builders of retrograde<br />A boy in a crimson bournous one day<br />(Whether sick, whether poor, whether real,<br />Or no More) sat crying:<br />Absalom Ben Moktar Hamal, age two;<br />And slaughtering flies, playing defy,<br />And merry-go-rounding his fingertips. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Into the shade-scene from left entered:<br />His mother. By virtue and stigmata<br />A slave; sold thrice since birth.<br />She gently lowered to the ground a bundle<br />Of twigs, of straw, of grain, all bound<br />By cord, by wire, by hide: her buys;<br />And sat to rest beside Absalom. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />With dignity she handed him a date, when<br />Then whispered in his ear: "My son, be done:<br />"My son, my blood, my flesh, my bones<br />Be done with the slaughtering, be done with flies,<br />Be done with the drudgery of your cries<br />And listen to me, my son my – my ninth: </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />"If the winds are not wrong (for Barbary’s sake)<br />The heat from the sun will not grow you your harm<br />But will grow you fast and will grow you strong<br />As the eucalyptus tree grows, if the winds are not wrong.<br />"Then take you a mate, take one of your kind<br />To have children, to have children by grace of the moon;<br />Then follow your fate to lands of the dune, to lands of the hill,<br />To savagery and thrill (where weapons are made)<br />Where your father is found. Make Haste! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />"For the builders are building by sea and by wing<br />A procession of progress: A ROAD TO THE SOUTH;<br />For time immemorial (to anthem and sing);<br />The builders they build, the builders they bring:<br />OUR SALVATIONS. By sea and by wing.<br />"To surface they dig, to ‘Surface’ they say,<br />(The slime and the sling.) To the surface the dig,<br />To lay ‘Open and Bare’, (our ways and our means.) </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />To the surface they dig, the ‘Old and the Coy’,<br />(The useless and worn.) The land where our fathers<br />Dead centuries or more (lay waste.) They say.<br />"By it so . . . ! Be it not . . .!<br />They build link to the south: TO SPLIT US IN HALF!<br />To take gold, to take gold, then take gold aftermath;<br />To bejudge us, begrudge us our due and our mind,<br />Our eye and our mouth to disregard time<br />And sit in the shade (when to cry, when to laugh)<br />When eats to be made. Alas! Alas!<br />They begrudge us recline, they begrudge us our time<br />To rest! To rest! Alas. Alas. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />"My sons, my winds, my weapons, my nights<br />Be done with the builders – be done, be wise;<br />Take to the hills, take all of your kind<br />(And listen to me – my ninths, my ninths:)<br />"When night befalls you (MEN OF WILDERNESS)<br />You must find them, all of that kind,<br />And bind them! You must bind them all, all that you find,<br />Whether near, whether far, whether front, or behind,<br />You must bind them all – all of that kind. Make Haste!" </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"><em>Colony of the Niger was written 60 years ago in 1945 by George P. Solomos when he was 20 years old – after serving 2-1/2 years on combat duty in the US Air Force during WW2 in Europe. The poem was written in his Freshman year (for a graduate-course in ‘Humanities’) at Wayne State University (Detroit) and published in the student magazine that year. It was next published in 1955 in Zero Anthology (Zero Press, NYC). It is published here in ‘memory’ of the recent Babylon bombings in Iraq. </em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br />From the FilmBank.UK Archives--<em> some of one's favorite heroes favorite colours</em><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.fiba-filmbank.org/dev/fiba_2003/baldwin/fiba_03_baldwin.html"></a><br /><a href="http://www.fiba-filmbank.org/dev/fiba_2003/ASFF/fiba_01_ASFF.html"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqryaO1N3imUFNqr-dfDInBUacEOp4-KP3CgSlM-gZ2Uxg17ggXNNx8o4KsjgkKFKYTNT66wOU4k_uI4DAQ4DXSLUOfAO5cCe-II_0nQmZkH_t5DAXIutlQhC5gFdg47V91Lr3teRtt8A/s1600-h/ULAManFibaASIFF_thumbnail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258229484023994514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqryaO1N3imUFNqr-dfDInBUacEOp4-KP3CgSlM-gZ2Uxg17ggXNNx8o4KsjgkKFKYTNT66wOU4k_uI4DAQ4DXSLUOfAO5cCe-II_0nQmZkH_t5DAXIutlQhC5gFdg47V91Lr3teRtt8A/s400/ULAManFibaASIFF_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqOcSdRLw9sq_o5zfDMxvIkpjyut3km53l7KVSEd4sWko73rgZoR8w7wQ7HYVb-WK15-ZmZbJxA9wEdSHW0oKvuWis06JlQ9pYW9j7HCgvvnHsh_TnzZshGse00TjycIqcW6PYmq8AAY/s1600-h/ULAManFiba_04_babylon_logo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258227794481037106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqOcSdRLw9sq_o5zfDMxvIkpjyut3km53l7KVSEd4sWko73rgZoR8w7wQ7HYVb-WK15-ZmZbJxA9wEdSHW0oKvuWis06JlQ9pYW9j7HCgvvnHsh_TnzZshGse00TjycIqcW6PYmq8AAY/s400/ULAManFiba_04_babylon_logo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.fiba-filmbank.org/dev/fiba_2003/fiba_04_babylon/fiba_04_babylon.html"></a><br /><a href="http://www.fiba-filmbank.org/dev/fiba_2003/baldwin/fiba_03_baldwin.html"></a><br />><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>< href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lyI-sGLkRYGzcyon0Glmsya6vWJrBq-I48VUux8AKsd1Cro0W5KozaC28U3UsPsi8cWJTNC9HOX0G3_XzE2QcU5JESYqI6KLeltvaCVuLvuUX6oKAGByII63IsUN14PGTwoV-kN33WU/s1600-h/ULAManfibaBALDWIN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258229486509986946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lyI-sGLkRYGzcyon0Glmsya6vWJrBq-I48VUux8AKsd1Cro0W5KozaC28U3UsPsi8cWJTNC9HOX0G3_XzE2QcU5JESYqI6KLeltvaCVuLvuUX6oKAGByII63IsUN14PGTwoV-kN33WU/s400/ULAManfibaBALDWIN.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"><em><span style="font-family:arial;">SOME IF NOT <strong>THE MOST</strong> OF ZERO MAGAZINES HISTORIC LITERARY FIGURES PUBLISHED SINCE TH LATE 1940'S...<br /></span><br /></em></span><br />Photos galor<br /><a href="http://www.users.dircon.co.uk/~zero/abujamal.htm" target="_top">Mumia ABU-JAMAL</a><a href="http://www.illuminet.com/dm.html" target="_top">George ANDREWS</a><a href="http://www.spiritone.com/~giovanni/baldwin.htm" target="_top">James BALDWIN</a><a href="http://home.sprintmail.com/~lifeform/Beck_Links.html" target="_top">Samuel BECKETT</a><a href="http://www.garply.com/~matt/pb/index.html" target="_top">Paul BOWLES</a><a href="http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/1170/broughton.htm" target="_top">James BROUGHTON</a><a href="http://www.adone.com/ttj/news/032196/ent94.htm" target="_top">Witter BYNNER</a><a href="http://redfrog.norconnect.no/~poems/poets/constantino_cavafis.html" target="_top">Constantine CAVAFIS</a><a href="http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/ivy/" target="_top">Ivy COMPTON-BURNETT</a><a href="http://unr.edu/homepage/brad/hart/crane.html" target="_top">Hart CRANE</a><a href="http://www.island.net/~haythorn/chris.htm" target="_top">Christopher ISHERWOOD</a><a href="http://www.clark.net/pub/cosmic/kelly7.html" target="_top">Robert KELLY</a><a href="http://www.ao.net/~fletcher/lorca.html" target="_top">Federico GARCIA LORCA</a><a href="http://www.mcphersonco.com/authors/umolinar.html" target="_top">Ursule MOLINARO</a><a href="http://www.lit.kobe-u.ac.jp/~hishika/moore.htm" target="_top">Marianne MOORE</a><a href="http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/Patchen" target="_top">Kenneth PATCHEN</a><a href="http://www.tcp.chem.tue.nl/~tgtcmv/simone/sartre.html" target="_top">Jean-Paul SARTRE</a><a href="http://www.english.upenn.edu/~afilreis/Stevens/home.html" target="_top">Wallace STEVENS</a><a href="http://userwww.service.emory.edu/~mpajare/vidal.html" target="_top">Gore VIDAL</a><a href="http://www.pbs.org/rwbb/rwtoc.html" target="_top">Richard WRIGHT</a><a href="http://www.learner.org/content/spotlight/vvspot/Williams.html" target="_top">William Carlos WILLIAMS</a><br />AND<br />Dick ADLERS. 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SMITHGeorge SOLOMOSRaymond SPOTTISWOODEDorothea TANNINGIrving THALBERGCarl TOBEYVicente VERDUGilbert WEATHERBEEWilliam WELBORNEColin WILSONWarren WIRTZAhmed ben Driss el YACOUBILionel ZIPRIN<br />e! Thanks.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnY2GSS1t-r-5DQW1Jm__f3DHsBwQMOHTeawcQRJKYp1-_1EGRbjgJwx8_IEg3phxJAlPV5uCFX-05In9BHxYWmegCoA3FL_KnHbk7KqzbLGDnHqbdx1H1hagpptgNnPHXQzKyR_VnvRs/s1600-h/fiba68.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255240438423966338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnY2GSS1t-r-5DQW1Jm__f3DHsBwQMOHTeawcQRJKYp1-_1EGRbjgJwx8_IEg3phxJAlPV5uCFX-05In9BHxYWmegCoA3FL_KnHbk7KqzbLGDnHqbdx1H1hagpptgNnPHXQzKyR_VnvRs/s400/fiba68.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.fiba-filmbank.org/"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">http://www.fiba-filmbank.org/</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[subtext</span>: This here post is a preliminary study for a more in depth </span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>more substantial ULA Main Page Monday Report which will attempt to place GPSolomos and his career in context while showing how who was screwed and suppressed by the same mainstream corporate overdogs as well as official bastards like the CIA sponsored Paris Review and</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Partisan review, etc. because of his principles no nonsense poise and the fact that he is truly a grand- daddyO of us undergrounders and our underground culture affects presently!]</span><br /></span></strong></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw5dQkw8j52d3kAPCz8vMbkGiI1IZt07Pda_oe-Vhxe76fgx-_JomcXPwgTerB5KW3PzE_KtkMeCDnJa8bFiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>NATIVE JT JONES, AMERICAN PATRIOT AND SELF MANAGING WORKER</div><br /><br /><div>BACKWOODS OF RURAL GEORGIA, OCTOBER 2008.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-84663051480977214402008-09-30T00:58:00.021-04:002009-02-16T22:43:22.366-05:00from manchester, u.k., John G. Hall, one of the greatest lyrick poets writing in Am-english on the planet!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7kcKfIrHdnAZmZsQHUmXF6pMnSfh23VFGxMFy0Rt77fwyqC2vUhQSZ-LCz_nIn2KJAKpzKJHsWlpZ3_uP74r9ZTW2EfVr-K01ZPXL1yG-Ia1NdrCEbV6NM7ian2HoNWC-6mXsBfphyphenhyphenI/s1600-h/ULAManifestCit32.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251682079948452178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7kcKfIrHdnAZmZsQHUmXF6pMnSfh23VFGxMFy0Rt77fwyqC2vUhQSZ-LCz_nIn2KJAKpzKJHsWlpZ3_uP74r9ZTW2EfVr-K01ZPXL1yG-Ia1NdrCEbV6NM7ian2HoNWC-6mXsBfphyphenhyphenI/s320/ULAManifestCit32.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/5495116-276"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" >OUT NOW COMING TO AMERICA!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" >FEATURING AMIRI BARAKA</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" >AND A CAST OF THOUSANDS!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNnPqeBOSc3K87mxikGbtzlNcxehWlms5Db7tc2zjJd9v5iO4MzwXlTVwgRHYaHcebV2RM323sfwbCJTr7tEteB_0oOtxD6sOXjtuRVkMeIGZPpztOqEnsDwfC0ZbSm9qar1oDpxlwmLw/s1600-h/ULAManifestCit323.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="field p004002" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana;">Biography</p><p>John G.Hall - Manchester Poet & Editor of Citizen32, publications include Orbis, Iota, Rain Dog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMV9eGMKmW0NzHJpJn6WbHXC6ZLqsM1w2CLAlWTgbu98lX_lTK2BntDzP5Yh6KwmefzD5ozWDiKtnlp6-obH4koKxntPiHDQ0nmJlUhwTGgHIy-_-hDYcyP8eej_BKi90TojkDoQIalw/s1600-h/JohnHall1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251678945124933442" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMV9eGMKmW0NzHJpJn6WbHXC6ZLqsM1w2CLAlWTgbu98lX_lTK2BntDzP5Yh6KwmefzD5ozWDiKtnlp6-obH4koKxntPiHDQ0nmJlUhwTGgHIy-_-hDYcyP8eej_BKi90TojkDoQIalw/s200/JohnHall1.jpg" border="0" /></a>, The Wolf, Coffee House Poetry, The Ugly Tree, Carillon, Outlaw, Left Curve(usa), Square Lake(usa), Spume, Aesthetica, Brittle Star, Harlequin, Monkey Kettle & Fire.<br /><br />Performs his poetry throughout the North West , mixing militant politics & biting humour with touching visions of childhood, love and football. The live recordings of his ant-war trilogy 'And Still I Cannot Wake From Their War' were recently bought by Drexel University,Philadelphia,USA.<br /></p><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></strong></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" ><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Wet Cement Poems,</em><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> is the title of a new Chapbook of a new series of poems by <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" >JOHN G. HALL</span> w/ nothing less than a foward by the <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">ula's</span> own FDW </span></span></strong></span><br /><div class="row d004"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"></span></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJ7a6EvEK9bDggDohrGMpcsCWOfom78nWRTF3PAyqCgleJhORYpsmYFiTjHyqhhmaNT7EXXDUpo5ZgGhHyPw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div class="row d004"></div><br /><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Wet Cement Poem N:5</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we stake the world on youth and beauty<br /><br />surely no one would pull a knife across perfect skin<br /><br />surely no one would pour lies into such fine china ears<br /><br />surely no one would puncture the bubbles of their dreams<br /><br />surely no one would drop explosives on such fine bones<br /><br />surely no one would rape these Pre-Raphaelite faced angels<br /><br />surely no one would steal the ancient ground from it's people<br /><br />surely no one would electrify the diamond spider web of a mind<br /><br />surely no one would blow open the Sistine chapel of the skull<br /><br />surely no one would dare nail the body of love to a money tree<br /><br />surely no one would blind fold the blind man or dam the damned<br /><br />surely no one would pay the rich to be rich and punish the poor<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681662254925714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS70ml2pDO82AX-zp90UjGKT4gscfHDfXhF-UOeaA0tVpXhoQsHJX9VULc-FB8cjOdKEGXQrhGdsNaymGrbol3ckLGW41p2UJqfyXQCpfKxd1iY2lBBOgS-iR0Wt4U7bW6a0dHl1wlkDA/s320/ULAMandrowned+fish.jpg" border="0" />surely no one would leave the torturers to their own devices<br /><br />surely one day we will show them the instruments of justice<br /><br />surely no one would object to the hanging of their heads.</span><br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br />jgh© 2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnnvy-qK7lvFgil4En7Wqp7mwwfzId5lyUt6UaGYzITybMKus5cU1K_ES9OTKfSuDoZrF_ES7l3xixF-02buP0JquQc2-lU4HX5GlFAqmr8icCS0woW89FcOurSx5BuIry3pjdg4lxM0/s1600-h/johnhall3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251678948019141586" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnnvy-qK7lvFgil4En7Wqp7mwwfzId5lyUt6UaGYzITybMKus5cU1K_ES9OTKfSuDoZrF_ES7l3xixF-02buP0JquQc2-lU4HX5GlFAqmr8icCS0woW89FcOurSx5BuIry3pjdg4lxM0/s200/johnhall3.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="467" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Wet Cement Poem No:6</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The throne of cash is empty but for a skull with a bullet hole<br /><br />and a diamond collared dog lapping at a pool of his own vomit,<br /><br />while in a corner of the Pentagon the Stars and Stripes spontaneously<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFR7rgqcp-JPL9MRwsaD0wXL-6qoQNedhIw5kiqWSGSx6cgNNO7AzB0ozJtI9-EbtGGCyKhpyrgtUPV-nbzPXvR258NxG5-PO3Apk9hWAjB7UfEtw2y5sY15PlfbYlH_hfHKEiVpMWL38/s1600-h/johnhall2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251678944789862466" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 542px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFR7rgqcp-JPL9MRwsaD0wXL-6qoQNedhIw5kiqWSGSx6cgNNO7AzB0ozJtI9-EbtGGCyKhpyrgtUPV-nbzPXvR258NxG5-PO3Apk9hWAjB7UfEtw2y5sY15PlfbYlH_hfHKEiVpMWL38/s200/johnhall2.jpg" border="0" height="317" width="150" /></a><br /><br />combust and the ghost of Jimi Hendrix pisses lighter fuel on the flag.<br /></span></span></strong><br /><br /><br />JGH©2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Wet Cement Poem No:4<br /><br /><br />I am the hounded slave; I wince at the bite of dogs,<br /><br />the sound of the cataracts of cash machines echo<br /><br />I sit and look out on all the sorrows of the world<br /><br />and on all oppression and shame, I run with blood<br /><br />afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road<br /><br />the human traffic burns through the metal rain<br /><br />absorbing all to myself and for this song, I drink<br /><br />bottled beer and lime and text instead of talk,<br /><br />I have heard what the talkers were talking, and<br /><br />vowed to write up and down these boulevards,<br /><br />I will sing the song of companionship, of the<br /><br />opposition of each heart to the murder of love,<br /><br />to the maddening of minds, to dreams genocide,<br /><br />all these I feel or am, all these call out for songs,<br /><br />I am the hounded slave; I wince, turn, and sing.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />JGH©2008-09-20<br /><br /><em>*Every other line is from Walt Whitman</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyawGTcn69AkixhYu7VZbgeZZBAF_Dbh9IbeW4TYa1x6YMPy48tNELBJ2csywl-fK3rIUCfS6hlYcTfxBPZnQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Wet Cement Poem No;3<br /><br /><br /><br />they reckon birth may hurt babies<br /><br />they say life is worth every penny<br /><br /><br />they believe the working class do not exist<br /><br />they tell this to shop workers and nurses<br /><br /><br />they take the proof of our silent witness<br /><br />they stare through the television screen into us<br /><br />they trace each thought back to its owner<br /><br /><br />they rig the trail of life with sticky pleasure<br /><br />they laugh at the poor behind their backs<br /><br /><br />they pin down the butterfly inside you<br /><br />they pull the wings from your genius<br /><br /><br />they find starving people then feed them war<br /><br />they have decided to counterfeit everything on the face of the earth<br /><br />they reckon love is a rumour spread by dirty rotten communists.<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br />jgh©2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Wet Cement Poem No:2<br /><br /><br />the road pours me into the city machine<br /><br />the fire damaged man sells me his bad news<br /><br />the live wires suit themselves in culture café's<br /><br />the show houses play Les Miserables for laughs<br /><br />the bar maids cry pints of crocodile tear liquor<br /><br />the happy skull smiles of the living shine brightly<br /><br />and the city machine passes me like a hot beer shit.<br /></span><br />.<br /></span></strong><br />jgh©2008<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681666292957522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZY1W_MinqpbgloPecbl8J6FaFEydlkTKD-SITqM6l8HiGWzOKVtUl6Deh1jLys8CnG3Zwbp6bX4nElC7E0GX7IhbH_XMHpuzFwZZq4A1zFh4Y5dO1VEILQ10IECq2zeYls3Z3ZgWtJ54/s320/ULAManifestCit323.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Wet Cement Poem No:1<br /><br /><br /><br />from crashing waves deduce your answers<br /><br />burn holes in paper tigers with ember tongues<br /><br />be a red angel flying on swept back blue wings<br /><br />carry a dove spangled banner in the midst of battle<br /><br />touch a strangers pain at least once a day with your eyes<br /><br />leave a trail in wet cement where your mind wandered<br /><br />hide secret things, leave false clues, become unsolvable,<br /><br />find undiscovered lands, burn their maps, wait to be found.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />jgh©2008<br /></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251682458061312466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 234px; height: 171px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUsCivqxI4_uSipd8v9-jyyUFrDFV0eWRwidpLe9vYuoggGG00RahQlJjbrRyz5aCToEVURHguoXzYzq_M-jXnNgr-vVkWlX88z-t3BcsOwZfEARHvZ_RmU3Ia1m4tkjHTWKxkF4goDc/s400/ULAManifestCit322.jpg" border="0" height="171" width="170" /></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div><div class="row d004"></div></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-62309551590966775112008-09-25T00:44:00.016-04:002008-09-28T19:49:24.502-04:00Michael Grover's, I'M CALLING YOU OUT. audio! and audio! ANDREW LOVATT's, confessio1remix, with his original music!<div><div><div><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">COVERT POETICS JOURNAL AND PRESS</span></em>, MIKE GROVER'S<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=5463831-2e0"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=5463831-2e0"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=5463831-2e0" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><br /><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Calling You Out</em></strong></span><br /></span><br />My country <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">hates</span> </span>the poor,<br />The home<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">less</span>.<br />Blames them for living<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Out in</strong></span> the open.<br /><br />Haves <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;">take</span> more,<br />More <em>government relief</em>.<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">Poor not</span> a pot to piss in,<br /><em>No relief</em> or jobs in sight.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I saw your hand print america<br />Across the face of a battered child in the street.<br /></span>I'm calling you out.<br />You tried to hide<br />In the <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">TV</span>,<br />Behind the <span style="color:#333333;">troops,<br /></span>Behind<span style="color:#ffffff;"> the flag</span>,<br />The <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">statue of liberty</span>,<br />Some fucked up <span style="color:#663366;">cracked bell</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">calling you out.<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#996633;">It was you that put crack on the streets.<br />To kill the poor</span></strong> quicker.<br />You hate the poor.<br />You engineered the AIDS <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">virus</span>.<br />Now <em>I'm speaking</em> in conspiracies.<br />Like dreams come true,<br />Deferred away,<br /><strong>away</strong>.<br /><br />I'm calling <em>you out</em>.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">You fearmonger.<br />Feeding on the fear</span><br /></span>Of your weakest.<br />Sending <span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;">fear through mass media</span>,<br />Sittin' there feedin' on it.<br />Getting<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"> fat</span> off it.<br />You are the<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"> <strong><span style="color:#663300;">fattest</span></strong></span> of the cats.<br /><br />I'm calling <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">you out.</span></em></strong><br />I don't stand for the <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><em>national anthem</em></span>.<br />I<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><strong> laugh right in your face.<br />The last time I heard it<br />Someone tried to make me </strong></span>take my hat off.<br />I said "Who are you the police?"<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Won't love it or leave</span> it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm calling you out</span>.<br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><strong>Won't listen</strong></span> to some chump<br />With <span style="color:#ff6600;">a three piece suit and tie mind,<br />Tell me a vote for him<br />Will make my life better.<br /></span>I know I'm gonna wake up<br />And it's all gonna be the same anyway.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Change</span></em> is gonna be<br />What's left in <em><span style="color:#cc6600;">my pocket</span></em>.<br /><br /><strong>I'm calling you out.<br /></strong>This is an abusive relationship.<br />But I'll stick around<strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">just to fuck with you</span></strong>.<br />Have you noticed I'm moving<br />Closer to <em>the border</em>.<br />I'll sit here <span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>on the edge</em></span><br />Watch whatever <span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Armageddon </span>you're playing out.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I have no fear left</span> to feed you.<br /><br />I'm<strong> calling you out</strong>.<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I'm unlearning what I've learned<br /></span>Because wisdom and peace<br />Are not a cluttered head.<br />I <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">study the bloodline<br />Of the Poet.<br /></span>I know what you've done.<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>I am living and dying simultaneously</strong></span>.<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We</span> all are.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm calling you out.<br /></span>You're just an <span style="color:#333333;">image marketed.</span><br />You are the <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">biggest illusion.<br /></span>I've followed your roads<br />From coast to coast.<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;">From south</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">to north</span>.<br />I have seen you.<br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I know just how beautiful you are.<br /></span></strong>I have seen the injustice.<br />I know just how ugly you are.<br />I have felt the<span style="color:#993399;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>freedom</strong></span></span><br />Of an open road,<br />Nothing in <em><span style="color:#006600;">my way</span></em>.<br />How do <em><span style="font-size:130%;">we</span></em> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">live up to that?<br />How does the feeling last? </span></div><br /><div> </div><div><br /> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &</span><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisDsTa9Vv2uYGVAwjJxiCr2TLMvfCzBzenIBQKLFEN3FhtSfK_QNZcqfU9c5eb7aI9GD8GDm_kbsDljnbi0QJgHYxe3GJM23Vu62jSBVs2W1E1lMcnWZjzX-AF0aWgvCR4O5YMPM8VC4/s1600-h/PHOT0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251218546199495186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisDsTa9Vv2uYGVAwjJxiCr2TLMvfCzBzenIBQKLFEN3FhtSfK_QNZcqfU9c5eb7aI9GD8GDm_kbsDljnbi0QJgHYxe3GJM23Vu62jSBVs2W1E1lMcnWZjzX-AF0aWgvCR4O5YMPM8VC4/s320/PHOT0007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>ANDREW LOVATT</strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">CONFESSIO 1</span></div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwy-yHJaSp-GfXEEgcUmZRPcjR-pLhDiXGGIFy95eiQcbFHolCc0Ef0rfsSigVZraZENx_pQghopwzfu7M-sm3rbGXbuPTKlgr7OuiaHUTSQnao753pmU-3zXIx6urfUuKb4Gr780g7ZU/s1600-h/saifish3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251217934286814818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">READ WRIT PLAYED AND COMPOSED BY THE </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"> " <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">IRISH DIVINER</span>" H'SELF !</span> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3TxywXztBe103tNT7Ehd9OFzK9_Jk45eIldKUNZsNy1DYfBJDOtvo3k0oXqDTFWVvUFHnUHUQbSmJS4shXChh0Rv3ch8Sdgx4o5g7x7veE9hWKULCCOwswbqTBY2hNMMACSVMhPROwk/s1600-h/IMG_0422.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251216062928051202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3TxywXztBe103tNT7Ehd9OFzK9_Jk45eIldKUNZsNy1DYfBJDOtvo3k0oXqDTFWVvUFHnUHUQbSmJS4shXChh0Rv3ch8Sdgx4o5g7x7veE9hWKULCCOwswbqTBY2hNMMACSVMhPROwk/s320/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a 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hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfrpEN-zPIt0xXaMwpvEOHkUBX90frLaZc1pdq0OYssGitaPOfwfnadpXKKwMqk7gkKCww4Zx1QWnPfDUxGole8C3vQ8sx2eE3JxMfkA-A3rO0ORWjm43gEW_PVKdfbDlOEZOGtyUwCo/s400/saifish3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p class="verdana11ital">the title dead drunk dublin sprang from a collection of poems of the same name which i started writing in 2002 while walking the streets of dublin, a city i have known off & on for over 30 years. the book is still in the writing. -- andrew lovatt, editor</p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://deaddrunkdublin.com/index.html">http://deaddrunkdublin.com/index.html</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HYyw5Y2uPjGL0iuxQqiHKCjXq4hgob1EWkNa0xvmw9y81vAawn3-4df7ront06P9FTaXW85-h-eIOkadRgA6vqisUwyNm0NadbDXUn60H_zQJhwGb86mrV_cu3AWCg1TXaBBekzF8oI/s1600-h/PHOT0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251202257964521762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HYyw5Y2uPjGL0iuxQqiHKCjXq4hgob1EWkNa0xvmw9y81vAawn3-4df7ront06P9FTaXW85-h-eIOkadRgA6vqisUwyNm0NadbDXUn60H_zQJhwGb86mrV_cu3AWCg1TXaBBekzF8oI/s320/PHOT0007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"><em>LOVATT WAS EX- BEATLE, JOHN LENNON'S "MAIN MAN" HEADING UP THE WALRUS' EARLY VIDEO A/V FORAYS THAT WERE CENTERED IN DUBLIN IN THE EARLY 1970'S.</em></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;">all pictures in this post credit FDW Ireland 2004 & Ponte Vedra Beach, FL. 2006</span></div></div></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-70091754141882047322008-09-11T14:20:00.023-04:002008-09-17T12:52:17.822-04:00Poet, G.Tod Slone editor/publisher: THE AMERICAN DISSIDENT, "Overdawg Slayer"<p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">BIOGRAPHIC FOR THE PEOPLE!:<br />Caustic critic (aka<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"><strong>P. Maudit</strong></span></span>) of the academic/literary established-order milieu et al and founding editor of The American Dissident</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><wbr>.<strong><em> <span style="font-size:0;"></span>“Let your life be a counterfriction to stop the machine”</em></strong> (Thoreau).<span style="font-size:0;"> </span></span></span></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245293613551857986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA48N82oV3SEj5oh3bujDSLgtnyzGpRFSCKQak52SINrT2ib2-DJ-erEfqcMxYyg07KBOe6qVW9n7mkK4BQeqiXPZdlmaFMsc_tLu5v72QDumfo2k85wmST-8ps_YnizOd_ua2pfkRIK0/s400/TSloneLitToon-Poets.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><em>All pictures, poems and cartoon panels are by Mr. Slone, GeorgeTodSlone @ 2008</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><em><a href="mailto:copyright@"></a></em></span></span> </p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4phT3xE4TyfzSgNnIg2dL_B7QfTykNU69K2WSXjncCF9ZbaxvSvdcbFGMsMDcVqhy_dcqEOMXmgM8q5y-hIPPc5ZRKmjU-wY9BlwuVNf7VRs-2tU2XqQ1zQJ0cI0QXNSB7RF1fTy1taI/s1600-h/TGSloneLitToon-Professors2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245292990369497426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4phT3xE4TyfzSgNnIg2dL_B7QfTykNU69K2WSXjncCF9ZbaxvSvdcbFGMsMDcVqhy_dcqEOMXmgM8q5y-hIPPc5ZRKmjU-wY9BlwuVNf7VRs-2tU2XqQ1zQJ0cI0QXNSB7RF1fTy1taI/s320/TGSloneLitToon-Professors2.jpg" width="530" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">link to read Mr.Slone's Monday Report for the Alliance!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Published February 11 of this year</span> ....<br /><a href="http://literaryrevolution.com/mr-slone-021108.html">http://literaryrevolution.com/mr-slone-021108.html</a><br /></p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245293620453129538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvvEwzq5WTblN-CmZjIFTiREe0CCKDVbzwHg-bg43kwn6kcTXgFIHLP6jGpA655UZaYpkXC9_XwDXOR7l74_HmgYNQSL9JUV15wgb10Pe11d9dLXnGUQeS2sZr9E4TnF_mtlJhVFB5rjw/s400/TGSloneWPSRLetterRangerBrackett_small.jpg" width="407" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Testing the Waters of Democracy Today in Concord… and at Walden Pond</span></span></b></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Preservation</span></b><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">—Free Speech in Peril</span></span></p></span></b><br /><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"></p><br /><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"></p></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEO216YRc6OsqPd3zf28GipsFgTdvYykOxDRAaItZtNPuEI7WL65bOPbCApHUUShZmQ4pso1e6ulriuVb1UADhzrc1Y3CBuAfenwm_AriR1RNmbfo5SLVHL7Jq8-VLl0yTRugxINziIoI/s1600-h/TSloneLitToon-Codrescu_small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245295135960889666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEO216YRc6OsqPd3zf28GipsFgTdvYykOxDRAaItZtNPuEI7WL65bOPbCApHUUShZmQ4pso1e6ulriuVb1UADhzrc1Y3CBuAfenwm_AriR1RNmbfo5SLVHL7Jq8-VLl0yTRugxINziIoI/s320/TSloneLitToon-Codrescu_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Andrei Codrescu and Lawrence Ferlinghetti</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>January 2007—All Things Not Considered:</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><p align="center">The Glossy Vacuity of Art & Poesy</b>*</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Is it not interesting to wade through<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">a silky, colorful artsy magazine and </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">end up with nothingness?<br /><br />How much does nothingness cost?</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">you may wonder.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Well, it surely must be expensive!</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The names grab your attention,</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">of course, Mailer and Tennessee,<br />but what they say does not.<br />Through the interviews with the artistes,<br />you hunt for a bite of wisdom, but find<br />only anodyne questions and responses.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Why do you paint on panels instead </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">of canvas?" </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">"What role does having exhibitions play<br />in your work process?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And of course there’s the poetry editor,</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">boasting how great the poets</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">she’s selected </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">and how one of them could have kept </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">her poem in the present tense, but </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">the decision to shift it in the last line </span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">complicated it, making it oh, so </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">"charged, immediate, and layered."</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">There’s the essay on the state governor,</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">deeming politics a fine art, </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">or so says the smitten writer.<br /><br />And there’s the essay on the millionaire </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">public intellectual with photos of him </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">playing tennis and walking his white poodle, </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">so proud of his corporate executive son.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The poets, writers, and artistes, so </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">successfully bourgeois are they, </span></p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">yet such sterile failures!</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">…………………………………………………</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">*Poem written round <i>Provincetown Arts</i>, 2007</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"><strong><br /></p></strong></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007332547618178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6br6JPRv0DMJvjbuMvc-LeoMbaJZ4IlVZ60dRqU65CCuYxg-j0kh0j27rQgk3So4NQGy6TJUHiRHS5RhUrSRE7vS1Ns0Nd6DVcWPRFBweYPiRmNgpqxHOOwjLmtPeWiXrHMk20vV3y7E/s400/TGSloneLitToon-NewPages.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>A Poem for the Edification of Lit Cogs</strong></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Intellectually I sharpen from constant collision</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>with the established-order—its myriad components</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>and ubiquitous legions of abnegating proponents.</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>"I agree with much of what you're saying," wrote</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>one such editor,* who then proceeded to argue</strong></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>that what I was saying was actually </strong></span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>"rant" and "sour grapes."</strong></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>But how could an intelligent person agree with that,</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>I wondered, bringing it to his attention, though in vain;</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>besides, why should the literary agora be open only</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>to sweet grapes?</strong></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>"But if your tone is anything like your tone here, I </strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>wouldn't be interested in it," he stated with regards</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>another critical proposal of mine.</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Thus, my approach was off, my tone wrong, and </strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>of course my taste not in good taste at all. </strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>But was Villon’s verse written in the right tone or </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Solzhenitsyn’s prose or Bukowski’s or how about </strong></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Thomas Paine’s? Was his written in good taste? </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>But to that, the constituent simply closed the debate</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>with a curt "good luck with the browbeating."</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Sadly, the logic tends to die, inevitably, </strong></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>with diehards of the established-order</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">…………………………………………………………</span></p><br /><p>*C.L. Bledsoe, editor of <i>Ghoti </i>Magazine<br /><br /><br /><b><br /></b></span></p><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gfsgtDlTj8drR24WcDbywz78KTl8jLBchNGssifyj6Hatfc2Q-ZC0X8LUs28GFRa5IGWBAI7ahajgh1mPGGjAmpVfwoPwgUgHks0KeYrMp56GSO9S6IwZftvAVWYeZuc6acVCwxXYNU/s1600-h/TSloneLitToon-Guggenheim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245295141875379250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gfsgtDlTj8drR24WcDbywz78KTl8jLBchNGssifyj6Hatfc2Q-ZC0X8LUs28GFRa5IGWBAI7ahajgh1mPGGjAmpVfwoPwgUgHks0KeYrMp56GSO9S6IwZftvAVWYeZuc6acVCwxXYNU/s320/TSloneLitToon-Guggenheim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007336166931938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJhtEiEjUZ-GIZVe5a7R6TInjo2tR4_wk0dQFWUJNc6jaUw-TiuE5Z8Uqp0ygGIIQT46a4rFHrBcchoVjNrN1hZdKdETFf4VmWV9mtLWFYRPx7Mj_V5Aq74OSNX2kuxoWqRRV1qsBwLNc/s400/TSloneLitToon-ProfCaryNelson.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></span></b><br /><p><b><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></b></p><br /><p><b><span style="font-size:130%;"></p></b></span><br /><p><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">Poem #2 for the Edification of Lit Cogs</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">An editor wrote that my "general frustration with </span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">some of the ‘norms’ and ‘protocols’ of the literary </span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">world were well-founded and needed </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">to be expressed"* and</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">that he was "really drawn" to my writing. </span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">"I must say. I actually agree with a lot </span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">of what </span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">you say." </span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Three months later I wrote him a reminder, asking</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">if he were still drawn to what I had to say and would</span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">consider publishing something of what I had to say.</span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">But in an unsurprising about face, he responded </span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">"I'm not wanting to out and out burn bridges because, </span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">well we’re a writer-friendly publication."</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Yet how, I wondered, had the prime concern of </span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">literary publishers, apart from excellence—</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">oh, but of course!—</span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">become apprehension of burning bridges, while </span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">"writer friendly" equated with truth avoidance? </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Had the Janus-faced politician turned role model?</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">"But I do want to take on (more) controversial issues, </span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">and I do want to give voice to ‘unpopular’ views," </span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">he proudly declared, as if fence straddling had been </span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">elevated to one of the fine arts.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">"Some degree of prudence is needed, but not to the </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">point of sacrificing authenticity and fairness." </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Would he, I wondered, be presenting himself one day</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">as candidate for the Congress or Senate? </span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">…………………………………………………………</span></p><br /><br /><p>*John Amen, Chief Editor of <i>Pedestal </i>Magazine</p><b><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p></b></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x76RypfW4WpsHgNOOog64GfQJ9noyi7jonuH8R8yGhhJL8eJ1Gc_Qs18P0vnP8oAmlDcBeKJESkzSi496Sw3KOgDkU1gNKdQ_5GtS7jfSU9kts4sFVQD8L7d8WcKGh6G0jn2C44abPI/s1600-h/TSloneLitToon-SnyderGary.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245295142059731122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x76RypfW4WpsHgNOOog64GfQJ9noyi7jonuH8R8yGhhJL8eJ1Gc_Qs18P0vnP8oAmlDcBeKJESkzSi496Sw3KOgDkU1gNKdQ_5GtS7jfSU9kts4sFVQD8L7d8WcKGh6G0jn2C44abPI/s320/TSloneLitToon-SnyderGary.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">G. Tod Slone</span></strong> </span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(<a href="mailto:todslone@yahoo.com"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">todslone@yahoo.com</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">)</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1837 Main St. August 2007<br />Concord, MA 01742</span></p></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><br /><p></p></span>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-32801983213355842542008-07-06T12:11:00.034-04:002008-11-18T18:40:28.655-05:00Matt Broomfield caps the 2008 ULA new membership drive<span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"><strong>MATT BROOMFIELD,</strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">executive producer and director</span></span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuO990zz4q-zUxmgFaz94iafJXo15ENAuked5VRXeqcnBYpn9p-B1-Dphm1L9-F0bH_l7lEOPcX_7WEYhMM3r7huIfZ1i27rV0Dn0DA3yZ4J2qcbXBnAcfXft2P4KpU4rPtisVyKcj8k/s1600-h/SlipperRoom-12_27_07-062_w_r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219938234030181874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuO990zz4q-zUxmgFaz94iafJXo15ENAuked5VRXeqcnBYpn9p-B1-Dphm1L9-F0bH_l7lEOPcX_7WEYhMM3r7huIfZ1i27rV0Dn0DA3yZ4J2qcbXBnAcfXft2P4KpU4rPtisVyKcj8k/s320/SlipperRoom-12_27_07-062_w_r.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">FOR WESTPHILTH PRODUCTIONS; "MATTERS SQUIDLING", SIDE SHOW MAVEN IN THE SQUIDLING BROTHERS CIRCUS, BASS PLAYER AND KEYBOARDS FOR THE HYDROGEN JUKEBOX . </span><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">The Unholy Sideshow is technically a super-trailer a terrifying oft spectacular synopsis of the dark apocryphal vision of Director Broomfield which spans ultimately three "movies". Matt through persistence and inspired creative discipline was able to pull off a truly radical independent collaborative effort bringing together near fifty writers, sideshow performers like "the Enigma", the Amazing Barry Silver, and "Red" Stuart, actors, dancers, Philly underground artistic geniuses like Naomi and Clay Ryder, make-up and special effects people, and much more ...</span></em> <em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">... and for more in deep anti-facts and the DVD check out the front page of </span></em><a href="http://www.literaryrevolution.com/"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">www.literaryrevolution.com</span></em></a><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"> ! </span></em><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/Desktop/unholy%20banner%201for%20geno_files/UNHOLY-Ad-Zombiefriends(web)1.jpg" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfZjeGTlxHtEgBN-DXb41FSt9g5uxD8xGuam7I-hNf43MRSgXkzJQQQH62rGhjyZd6BxD0wLFnvazYUVLR3wotshNo4flRcPDLkoDFs745lv2bY5WDRU5B0p0PqNmWvgGK8e_i4JrwY0/s1600-h/1549641030_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219938220547788322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfZjeGTlxHtEgBN-DXb41FSt9g5uxD8xGuam7I-hNf43MRSgXkzJQQQH62rGhjyZd6BxD0wLFnvazYUVLR3wotshNo4flRcPDLkoDFs745lv2bY5WDRU5B0p0PqNmWvgGK8e_i4JrwY0/s320/1549641030_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709776608153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmV3qmy6qhYmWB10uTsoY0qwCbO4rQIkm64e2cDdxpFWoKHCCY7ENsTrG9_IK3SZmKWk5rZ-Mn_4bT3IPQDBBYpQdYf-tWGZKXvD7wQd6E-poVOD7Z1mRyQJfOZ_oO5K6VpP-j7OelDk/s400/1549652656_m.jpg" width="272" border="0" /> A good sampling of Matt's sideshow/circus/music videos can be found on YouTube. Regarding Matt's earning the respect and notice of the ULA: he videographed and otherwise helped provoke the entire ULA action on the Columbia University campus, "Save The Beats : protest regarding Allen Ginsberg's HOWL, in April of 2006. He also backed the ULA action-reading event at the 40th Street Arts Festival organized by FoundationArts last August with cool hot keyboard improv and produced a video of that wild and crazy public incident! </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">Text from Unholy Sideshow trailer:</span> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">A secret society sworn to protect man </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">kind </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Against the Armies of the Abyss With a family </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"> of serial killers </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Next in line To perform a ritual sacrifice </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Preventing the coming of the dead </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">The Old Ways have grown weak </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">With corruption and deceit </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Prepare to witness the beginning </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Of the myth of our modern apocalypse </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709774783402034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXc_hirfR1vKlLnyhKTCqx8YWT28ZqbsLdAdpxL9AYL7h4lQ7YdCJ_uMZW-icJ39nE4A4xV2wxGnz_TPQHrxXM2qWhocqGZn280oq6fsSKH7yJ8aHw8fBkENVLXsErtJKz2f8fChzIYy8/s400/m_50c0adf948591287febba8b984259f64.jpg" width="376" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></span></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">The beauteous "Betty Bloomer" atop "Matters Squidling" who is as usual laying down on the job--- a bed of nails replete with a nail comforter!-- with (left) The Amazing Barry Silver and ULAer "Jelly Boy The Clown" (right). This Summer in The Carnivolution held at the Ellen Tiberino Museum, Powelton Village, West Philadelphia. </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05NvdJtox1FbLpPBGk5sGbmeFYHrhc12-lCDm252KankGWDkYjczwnE_VJWKPlt8Vmw72GbiX5iQEJJgKqHJN6zOYexG_mtTAIlQvSRBgHh3a2uQ3JlLJF4gi8XpkQI7gc3MKn5cfK_Y/s1600-h/AsburyParkboardwalkclospwd.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219938227401220658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="246" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05NvdJtox1FbLpPBGk5sGbmeFYHrhc12-lCDm252KankGWDkYjczwnE_VJWKPlt8Vmw72GbiX5iQEJJgKqHJN6zOYexG_mtTAIlQvSRBgHh3a2uQ3JlLJF4gi8XpkQI7gc3MKn5cfK_Y/s320/AsburyParkboardwalkclospwd.JPG" width="541" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>photo credit: GeoffHall @ 2005</em></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#009900;">From East to West: Matt Broomfield, FDW, and "Jelly Boy The Clown", now all comrade ULAers! On the boardwalk in Asbury Park, New Jersey around Labor Day, 2005, after performing music and other highjinx as part of the Big Art Show Festival.</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.zombiefriends.com/video/watch.asp?vid=510"></a><a href="http:///"></a>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-69248694495741919772008-06-29T21:39:00.015-04:002008-11-18T18:40:29.539-05:00brand new ULA active member brings to the mix . . .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTxF_iFCzOEG3IGkFCRv1HEhW82iaprh6YJMwObjIEtYtqYj5jE20J-gb5x7c9PYFeztxefnY_vlo2G0wJmtqvt8KkD7WQLXcJgTEd2o7Sog4VOg3KwEi7y6hyphenhyphennB4jIwEbZhiFfRg9zc/s1600-h/vesakTemple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217803994447643410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTxF_iFCzOEG3IGkFCRv1HEhW82iaprh6YJMwObjIEtYtqYj5jE20J-gb5x7c9PYFeztxefnY_vlo2G0wJmtqvt8KkD7WQLXcJgTEd2o7Sog4VOg3KwEi7y6hyphenhyphennB4jIwEbZhiFfRg9zc/s400/vesakTemple.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;">. . . honky tonk vignettes and authentic "mail-art"</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217809789933632482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqJojVO6k6paqzS5QaN3t5_aU-TVEgpt9dYtWbvdVc2vFOuwg7A_NSUxcvSKWbLGzeGTIxmcoZpPkwmoMX-cn6nzLU3mhiREos5HxIUTlRqILPcs_MF5rZ1DGXKmOrEkPjqeUBJsrxEE/s400/rrita.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">independent </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">DIY </span></span><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">alternative</span></strong> <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">grassroots</span></em></span><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">RANGER RITA RANGER RITA WEBB</span></em> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><em>RITA WEBB<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcg9zZ7nqBytzN9sGT382xhzn0V-Lx_LSEwcYOezL-JzTfuelvjQ7n8O0q7HG6Q9OAfbh9uxCb-k57Wcck9qpjSdQGB-vkR4MyArPwwMjVwbdGs9x7vEMH1r0cxbIxVXhk0ybJuyqkwY/s1600-h/oldlog02g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749592355790610" style="WIDTH: 621px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="138" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcg9zZ7nqBytzN9sGT382xhzn0V-Lx_LSEwcYOezL-JzTfuelvjQ7n8O0q7HG6Q9OAfbh9uxCb-k57Wcck9qpjSdQGB-vkR4MyArPwwMjVwbdGs9x7vEMH1r0cxbIxVXhk0ybJuyqkwY/s400/oldlog02g.jpg" width="621" border="0" /></a></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">RITA</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">RangerRita</span> RangerRitaWebb Ranger <span style="font-family:verdana;">Ranger</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">WEBB<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W11ZmzZkwx0kJ1yRzsfcTgptYL_m7LLk7sQKyIiGJzuTf9QTH0aBc4SzNp4PD0rfHQgB_GoNCPAbof_mTx2M_6VAZ2SMaPc4XnFg0UiV7-olEDdYARxERCcJAwxTieKJnA7_6kV5Uoc/s1600-h/RRWebbDoc.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749590207601010" style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 541px" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W11ZmzZkwx0kJ1yRzsfcTgptYL_m7LLk7sQKyIiGJzuTf9QTH0aBc4SzNp4PD0rfHQgB_GoNCPAbof_mTx2M_6VAZ2SMaPc4XnFg0UiV7-olEDdYARxERCcJAwxTieKJnA7_6kV5Uoc/s400/RRWebbDoc.jpg" width="506" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="color:#009900;">mail art by</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdLCcsGeM7lH3pzOZF5MGvQCmKQTBAtdQijzT81vVq8rygc9N0Le0zBAFnnzfcBqorBbBYigKsSLe3yr7AhZ8eNN7A5sFgoxkX4wrFiCfO3DGoc0UOu5Tx_I5jFBanmnjxMEl7kACjSg/s1600-h/RRWebbDoc2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749595112864738" style="CURSOR: hand" height="500" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdLCcsGeM7lH3pzOZF5MGvQCmKQTBAtdQijzT81vVq8rygc9N0Le0zBAFnnzfcBqorBbBYigKsSLe3yr7AhZ8eNN7A5sFgoxkX4wrFiCfO3DGoc0UOu5Tx_I5jFBanmnjxMEl7kACjSg/s400/RRWebbDoc2.jpg" width="309" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">mail art verso of "A Fable</span>"<br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;">& Rita Webb’s</span></p><span style="font-family:Revival565 BT;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Who's sorry now?</span></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">Mrs. Lovejoy was perfect. She had a beautiful face and a flawless figure. She always dressed with impeccable taste – hat, purse, and shoes matched to her stylish outfits – and not a hair or a speck of makeup out of place. Mrs. Lovejoy was divorced. Her husband had run off with a slovenly math teacher named Lila Scruggs. </span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">All of the other women at church watched Mrs. Lovejoy with envy, while the men couldn't take their eyes off her, as she'd gracefully glide down the center aisle on Sunday mornings to her pew near the front, with two perfectly-groomed but very plain children in tow. </span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">There were stories in the newspaper about Cynthia Lovejoy, the star of the Phoenix Ballet, and my mother said that she was the same one who went to our church. I was about nine years old when I first saw her name in the paper. The articles were always accompanied by black-and-white action photos in which it was impossible to see the ballerina's face. </span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">So a few years later, when I began to read the text of the news items, I was shocked to learn that Mrs. Lovejoy's first name was Eleanor, and that, despite her graceful demeanor, she wasn't a dancer; it was her taciturn teenage daughter who starred in the Phoenix Ballet. Cynthia wasn't attractive, but she had waist-length black hair and a future. Mrs. Lovejoy was interviewed frequently, always making it clear that she was "giving Cynthia everything that I never had," but Cynthia never said anything to the reporters.</span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">It was rumored that Cynthia's little brother had a name, but no one knew what it was. He was sent to reform school when he was fourteen for having committed arson. </span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">Cynthia had been the main source of income for her mother for a long time. Cynthia was sick of ballet. She wanted to go to college and study philosophy. Mrs. Lovejoy said no. One day when no one else was around, Cynthia put the barrel of a .45-caliber revolver into her mouth and pulled the trigger. Mrs. Lovejoy came home and found blood all over her perfect, white floor. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></p></span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217809776283974562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPcUziZB5j8q2lTx7BxEGRKKX3K8Rkw5B5goUloSb7aEKM9fU0ki5tjX1ahKm_WWmDDcJ2XLv7edhjPUEzk8W3SGIJvIwSdEbBApBCr69p1DjK2VcBfp3UOPLA76HebkaJzXlp9nob7k/s400/RRWebbDoc3.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484508791512194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUIUhA0NWzbt9N7_UXiUumbxljIzQnp53DhV62omF-j_yQ3UlV0mRpWt4LeL-SXllro9mRwuhn8PDK-TE4NeYUHg3IoON95W_IwKY8xd2Rpnaza-_pohIAwFSNIGGYymiyJhWqs_78OU/s200/worldofmagic.jpg" width="262" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-67900188539288689142008-06-25T15:46:00.013-04:002008-11-18T18:40:30.657-05:00NEW ULA ACTIVE MEMBER MARK "BRUNETTI" BAIRD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9HkySE-cGo-Fwc7iom__TFiAcEDxDnEfZiyNjDJjkYO386vvZ9etb6M7wKMTmEU3DXifDOCVSDwGfyUV-fi1g2yCSv5ph4g_n8ODN4mVfL9Gd4Drq86CrHeGmBNca8IsF9RkGonjeCg/s1600-h/walking.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216011857280684274" style="WIDTH: 513px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9HkySE-cGo-Fwc7iom__TFiAcEDxDnEfZiyNjDJjkYO386vvZ9etb6M7wKMTmEU3DXifDOCVSDwGfyUV-fi1g2yCSv5ph4g_n8ODN4mVfL9Gd4Drq86CrHeGmBNca8IsF9RkGonjeCg/s200/walking.gif" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqidVtkK8GIpheRnejeGENugpkMm1C4coVYi5QIy4_X1ZwwyXtIvQKultndSkE22SvAR2UA66GI99lwzG0kvS5VSNLXdywO1w_nYYuBM-Gd5tf42rID35htORk57Ovr949lAT8v8m5uM/s1600-h/wenclas-R1-044-20A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216011878601563378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqidVtkK8GIpheRnejeGENugpkMm1C4coVYi5QIy4_X1ZwwyXtIvQKultndSkE22SvAR2UA66GI99lwzG0kvS5VSNLXdywO1w_nYYuBM-Gd5tf42rID35htORk57Ovr949lAT8v8m5uM/s200/wenclas-R1-044-20A.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE6Zfs4sFpOHZ9WSuU5IWKpcDopjAZfvwGIbdcAwzofRQdwKNCVnFaPrXWvIpkr10g_-bgNJ0qk0Bj8srW5Ni-rOFLcD3DSiwHkl1jdFJYEnqS70Q6AdPZGS2WNs_Y0JUdZIP6E73FINM/s1600-h/wenclas-R1-044-3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216011873381137810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE6Zfs4sFpOHZ9WSuU5IWKpcDopjAZfvwGIbdcAwzofRQdwKNCVnFaPrXWvIpkr10g_-bgNJ0qk0Bj8srW5Ni-rOFLcD3DSiwHkl1jdFJYEnqS70Q6AdPZGS2WNs_Y0JUdZIP6E73FINM/s200/wenclas-R1-044-3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;">VERSES BY AND OF</span> <span style="color:#000066;">MARK BRUNETTI</span><br /></span><a href="http://literaryrevolution.com/mbrunetti.html"><u><span style="font-family:MV Boli;color:#0000ff;">http://literaryrevolution.com/mbrunetti.html</u></span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquaBAu1vK50SFexKizKBXKSu6t2KVeN3prw9BmbeIFS0wK6yuboB9QNMBlZvLfsUiLofaB2QnZr6X6RewSheLcnE5KgV2K5uye9JdKIBwrVqUZ_zAxDoBHwbQB3BLalTmq-OQPcf14u0/s1600-h/wenclas-R1-044-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216019836251909138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquaBAu1vK50SFexKizKBXKSu6t2KVeN3prw9BmbeIFS0wK6yuboB9QNMBlZvLfsUiLofaB2QnZr6X6RewSheLcnE5KgV2K5uye9JdKIBwrVqUZ_zAxDoBHwbQB3BLalTmq-OQPcf14u0/s320/wenclas-R1-044-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><i><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A th e is m</span></i> </span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;">Why don’t they have a church for the Atheist?<br />A place we can go to praise the non-existence of him.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;">And we’ll give ourselves titles and ranks,<br />that determine just how much we don’t believe in him.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;">We’ll accept donations, have pie sales,<br />and even play bingo on Tuesday nights.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;">We’ll have holidays for those extra days off,<br />and at annual town fairs<br />run a booth with raffle tickets.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;">Our prophets will be the best of the best<br />from Nietzsche to Sartre,<br />their books used as bibles.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;">And the people of the congregation<br />will gather on a much better day than<br />a Sunday or Saturday. Maybe a Tuesday night<br />can work, everybody seems to be free then.<br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><i>Homelessness in New Jersey <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCi-7XbLd9wkofndnwx6DZ4vBtha4mYy8HObjQtzu8j8hV2xKzfoO__hj1Ite_l8MyA3ckM8MjBgpWuqwPQRhJYEfivQQztya_6gwp7Q8qQZsCYpdOQq_zx53QVKo5gCtGba-tDVDWhk/s1600-h/wenclas-R1-036-16A-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216011865356401010" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="130" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCi-7XbLd9wkofndnwx6DZ4vBtha4mYy8HObjQtzu8j8hV2xKzfoO__hj1Ite_l8MyA3ckM8MjBgpWuqwPQRhJYEfivQQztya_6gwp7Q8qQZsCYpdOQq_zx53QVKo5gCtGba-tDVDWhk/s200/wenclas-R1-036-16A-1.jpg" width="114" border="0" /></a></i><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My idea of homelessness came from cartoons,<br />a happy character with a stick and a polka<br />dot handkerchief tied to the end to hold<br />all his worldly possessions.<br /></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I first attempted to be homeless when<br />I was 7 years old living in Jackson, New Jersey.<br />I packed up a comic book and a jacket<br />took some cheese and crackers from my moms fridge<br />and walked to the clubhouse in my backyard.<br />It had its own imitation kitchen with a stove<br />and plastic red doors. I stayed there<br />for at least 4 or 5 hours looking at the pictures<br />in my comic book trying to find things to do<br />to bide my time. The cheese and crackers<br />were gone by evening and it got dark quick<br />and I was scared of the dark.<br /></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now I’m 26 years old and I have a car<br />and a nice state job with benefits up in Cranford.<br />Because my car works I’m considered to be<br />an upper class person without a home<br />and since I’m pursuing my Masters Degree I will have<br />plenty of things to do to take up my time.<br />When I was younger and homeless I went back home<br />because it was dark and my mom called me in.<br />Now I have a flashlight on my keychain<br />and I don’t think I’m gonna listen when she calls<br />because I want to see the sunrise thru morning dew<br />windows and that means really see the sunrise<br />before I get old. </span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHjahrvLQDtGjudN0zPYBN5BqVCT1wPLlDDF5b7MH2fmlDJ99I-9mI4rjQWsXQvLpQpxNkVP6Zn6gvZpTKA0YD-UbxsH96AEbIWB380uvQV_i38S83VgKgqX5ceu6aaIaeYzX-hPZZYg/s1600-h/wenclas-R1-012-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216019843662205458" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 583px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 712px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="449" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqX_ohjOB1HStT0Q1Teqohi6Zpc-8qbiBkZHX3SXPKnTUNVR2UaL5gnPZ0bP7MchsgYzAspYMpuHnt26WZJOms4a8kG-4mzOUFkzEWBlHTxAM1phHnRb8Dqu1j3B8jNgIp3umSI6E5e4/s400/poypCRLewis.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>mind bending kick-ass verse with heart!!!</em></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646537050295069497.post-14959036663183011672008-06-17T18:44:00.014-04:002008-11-18T18:40:31.212-05:00new active member ULA 2008: CYNTHIA RUTH LEWIS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5odNjRmXTQtbEI1K0mOW048FXyn6d7D5UVMSCyPorBEl7QuxnUEujwMjjdV7WmECdu6LvbTpLHCQXYpkY2XjWtMMVZpc05p-EOi3PG44VehdY5fptExqC9agTh1E6L9XzdxOptJNLyE8/s1600-h/LetThereBeDragons.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213052120461423954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5odNjRmXTQtbEI1K0mOW048FXyn6d7D5UVMSCyPorBEl7QuxnUEujwMjjdV7WmECdu6LvbTpLHCQXYpkY2XjWtMMVZpc05p-EOi3PG44VehdY5fptExqC9agTh1E6L9XzdxOptJNLyE8/s320/LetThereBeDragons.JPG" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Cynthia Ruth <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong><strong>Lewis</strong> </span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><p><a href="http://literaryrevolution.com/cynthia.html">http://literaryrevolution.com/cynthia.html</a><br /></p><div><br /></div><p></p><div><br /></div><p><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">OUTCAST</span> </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've never rushed out to see<br />a "hit movie"<br /><br />I don't "do" the mall<br /><br />I don't pay attention</span> to or <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUqzrVlgxNBz_LSMGQAG4pk7gNSXrZdkc9w0HxxGWQkVJwc9wWfRc1xk2pOZ2jtmIrKItE1LIcuIotSO9HpAoQTEiPSD0rKWsCKu1A7cld7C-48-4txIi-W8KFcHcGZ0K0jh2mmWOmSw/s1600-h/ruth+lewis.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213043960770954914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1202px" height="469" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUqzrVlgxNBz_LSMGQAG4pk7gNSXrZdkc9w0HxxGWQkVJwc9wWfRc1xk2pOZ2jtmIrKItE1LIcuIotSO9HpAoQTEiPSD0rKWsCKu1A7cld7C-48-4txIi-W8KFcHcGZ0K0jh2mmWOmSw/s320/ruth+lewis.JPG" width="152" border="0" /></a><br />participate in gossip<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I listen to Beethoven<br />and Marilyn Manson<br /><br />I've never read anything on<br />a best-seller list<br /><br />I am not ruled by the dollar sign<br /><br />I've got a few gray hairs I<br />refuse to cover<br /><br />I prefer the company of books<br />to most people...<br /><br />and for this I am considered<br />a threat to society--<br />but since when is individualism<br />considered dangerous?<br /><br />If I whipped out a gun in public,<br />would I be any more normal?<br />Would that be expected of me?<br /><br />Just because I prefer to avoid<br />the masses, and choose to put<br />a fork in the beaten path,<br />for this I am shunned<br />I am feared<br />I am dismissed<br /><br />but<br />I enjoy being on the other side<br />because if being different<br />is deemed wrong in this fleeting<br />fuck of a world<br /><br />I don't ever want to be right</span><br /></p><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">UNDERGROUND</span> POETS</em> </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Who the fuck</span> are you to snub <strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">me </span>?<br /></strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We're both writers--</span><br />but just because you lost your <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">gag</span> </span>reflex<br />to get your book on the bestseller list<br />is no reason to look down <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">your nose</span> at me<br /><br />I write from the <span style="font-family:arial;">gut</span>; I don't shit words out,<br />and I don't take them<strong> for granted<br /></strong>as you seem to do--<br /></p><p>the last 'original' thought you had</p><p><em>you probably left floating in the bowl </em><br />this morning,<br />so get your <span style="font-family:verdana;">nose out</span> of the air<br />and stop acting like you just smelled<br />the essence of your latest plot...<br /><br />I may not be a world-famous <span style="font-family:courier new;">writer,<br />but at least I h</span>ave a decent group<br />of loyal fans,<br />instead of the entire world<br />eating shit <span style="font-family:arial;">out of the palm</span> of my hand</p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">SMASHING THE ROSE-COLORED GLASSES</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You have <span style="font-size:180%;">to acquire a taste<br />for my particular kind of poetry<br /><br />I'm 100%</span> acidic</span>,<br />no preservatives added;<br />no sweetener<br /><br />I'm not sugar or spice<br />or <span style="font-family:verdana;">anything nice</span>--<br />I tell it like it is<br /><br />some people find my writing<br />rather<span style="font-family:arial;"> unappetizing.<br />Most of them simply don't get it;<br />they act like I'm speaking<br />in a foreign tongue,<br /></span>but my tongue is merely twisted<br /><br />they don't want to admit that <em><strong>people<br />like me</strong></em> actually exist,<br />because I'll <strong>be the first to tell you<br />that there's no Santa Claus<br />or Easter</strong> Bunny<br />and there sure as hell aint no happy face<br />at the bot<span style="font-size:130%;">tom of the cereal bowl<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you need to have been face-down in the dirt<br />a number of times in order to understand<br />my brand of irritation<br />with</span> the so-called "straight and true"<br /><strong>brain-washed individuals that make up society</strong><br /><br />you need to have experienced a few major<br />disillusions about the world today<br />to feel which <span style="font-size:180%;">direction MY wind is blowing...<br /><br />so if you're one of those people that<br />really believe the hole in the ozone layer<br />is not going to get any bigger<br /></span>while you're still walking the planet,<br />fear not--<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm here to tell you that it is</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213064825358712882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbcwgrXppd_6h_LBjWWGN1feGM-btMBbGClcdrYOUUXS84gP9X3cDhxadlAsgLiiS-sOTWQ29Mrt8UK8FlglF7KfXJEknmR_dDhyphenhyphenag6v2uEYMD4jSfSoKebnJeTr3lYw5GsMohaVE0SY/s400/unknownBSilverTibs.jpg" width="477" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p>Amazing Barry Silver, BED OF NAILS. photo:Geoff Hall@ 2006<br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>FDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525165420707410702noreply@blogger.com