Michael Grover's, I'M CALLING YOU OUT. audio! and audio! ANDREW LOVATT's, confessio1remix, with his original music!

COVERT POETICS JOURNAL AND PRESS, MIKE GROVER'S

Calling You Out

My country hates the poor,
The homeless.
Blames them for living
Out in the open.

Haves take more,
More government relief.
Poor not a pot to piss in,
No relief or jobs in sight.

I saw your hand print america
Across the face of a battered child in the street.
I'm calling you out.
You tried to hide
In the TV,
Behind the troops,
Behind the flag,
The statue of liberty,
Some fucked up cracked bell.

I'm calling you out.
It was you that put crack on the streets.
To kill the poor quicker.
You hate the poor.
You engineered the AIDS virus.
Now I'm speaking in conspiracies.
Like dreams come true,
Deferred away,
away.

I'm calling you out.
You fearmonger.
Feeding on the fear
Of your weakest.
Sending fear through mass media,
Sittin' there feedin' on it.
Getting fat off it.
You are the fattest of the cats.

I'm calling you out.
I don't stand for the national anthem.
I laugh right in your face.
The last time I heard it
Someone tried to make me take my hat off.
I said "Who are you the police?"
Won't love it or leave it.

I'm calling you out.
Won't listen to some chump
With a three piece suit and tie mind,
Tell me a vote for him
Will make my life better.
I know I'm gonna wake up
And it's all gonna be the same anyway.
Change is gonna be
What's left in my pocket.

I'm calling you out.
This is an abusive relationship.
But I'll stick around just to fuck with you.
Have you noticed I'm moving
Closer to the border.
I'll sit here on the edge
Watch whatever Armageddon you're playing out.
I have no fear left to feed you.

I'm calling you out.
I'm unlearning what I've learned
Because wisdom and peace
Are not a cluttered head.
I study the bloodline
Of the Poet.
I know what you've done.
I am living and dying simultaneously.
We all are.

I'm calling you out.
You're just an image marketed.
You are the biggest illusion.
I've followed your roads
From coast to coast.
From south to north.
I have seen you.
I know just how beautiful you are.
I have seen the injustice.
I know just how ugly you are.
I have felt the freedom
Of an open road,
Nothing in my way.
How do we live up to that?
How does the feeling last?

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ANDREW LOVATT

CONFESSIO 1

REMIX

READ WRIT PLAYED AND COMPOSED BY THE

" IRISH DIVINER" H'SELF !

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

http://deaddrunkdublin.com/index.html

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.

all pictures in this post credit FDW Ireland 2004 & Ponte Vedra Beach, FL. 2006

Poet, G.Tod Slone editor/publisher: THE AMERICAN DISSIDENT, "Overdawg Slayer"

BIOGRAPHIC FOR THE PEOPLE!:
Caustic critic (aka P. Maudit) of the academic/literary established-order milieu et al and founding editor of The American Dissident. “Let your life be a counterfriction to stop the machine” (Thoreau).

All pictures, poems and cartoon panels are by Mr. Slone, GeorgeTodSlone @ 2008

link to read Mr.Slone's Monday Report for the Alliance!
Published February 11 of this year ....
http://literaryrevolution.com/mr-slone-021108.html

Testing the Waters of Democracy Today in Concord… and at Walden Pond

Preservation—Free Speech in Peril

Andrei Codrescu and Lawrence Ferlinghetti
January 2007—All Things Not Considered:

The Glossy Vacuity of Art & Poesy*

Is it not interesting to wade through

a silky, colorful artsy magazine and

end up with nothingness?

How much does nothingness cost?

you may wonder.

Well, it surely must be expensive!

The names grab your attention,

of course, Mailer and Tennessee,
but what they say does not.
Through the interviews with the artistes,
you hunt for a bite of wisdom, but find
only anodyne questions and responses.





"Why do you paint on panels instead

of canvas?"

"What role does having exhibitions play
in your work process?"




And of course there’s the poetry editor,

boasting how great the poets

she’s selected

and how one of them could have kept

her poem in the present tense, but

the decision to shift it in the last line

complicated it, making it oh, so

"charged, immediate, and layered."

There’s the essay on the state governor,

deeming politics a fine art,

or so says the smitten writer.

And there’s the essay on the millionaire

public intellectual with photos of him

playing tennis and walking his white poodle,

so proud of his corporate executive son.

The poets, writers, and artistes, so

successfully bourgeois are they,

yet such sterile failures!

…………………………………………………

*Poem written round Provincetown Arts, 2007

A Poem for the Edification of Lit Cogs

Intellectually I sharpen from constant collision

with the established-order—its myriad components

and ubiquitous legions of abnegating proponents.

"I agree with much of what you're saying," wrote

one such editor,* who then proceeded to argue

that what I was saying was actually

"rant" and "sour grapes."

But how could an intelligent person agree with that,

I wondered, bringing it to his attention, though in vain;

besides, why should the literary agora be open only

to sweet grapes?

"But if your tone is anything like your tone here, I

wouldn't be interested in it," he stated with regards

another critical proposal of mine.

Thus, my approach was off, my tone wrong, and

of course my taste not in good taste at all.

But was Villon’s verse written in the right tone or

Solzhenitsyn’s prose or Bukowski’s or how about

Thomas Paine’s? Was his written in good taste?

But to that, the constituent simply closed the debate

with a curt "good luck with the browbeating."

Sadly, the logic tends to die, inevitably,

with diehards of the established-order

…………………………………………………………

*C.L. Bledsoe, editor of Ghoti Magazine

Poem #2 for the Edification of Lit Cogs

An editor wrote that my "general frustration with

some of the ‘norms’ and ‘protocols’ of the literary

world were well-founded and needed

to be expressed"* and

that he was "really drawn" to my writing.

"I must say. I actually agree with a lot

of what

you say."

Three months later I wrote him a reminder, asking

if he were still drawn to what I had to say and would

consider publishing something of what I had to say.

But in an unsurprising about face, he responded

"I'm not wanting to out and out burn bridges because,

well we’re a writer-friendly publication."

Yet how, I wondered, had the prime concern of

literary publishers, apart from excellence—

oh, but of course!—

become apprehension of burning bridges, while

"writer friendly" equated with truth avoidance?

Had the Janus-faced politician turned role model?

"But I do want to take on (more) controversial issues,

and I do want to give voice to ‘unpopular’ views,"

he proudly declared, as if fence straddling had been

elevated to one of the fine arts.

"Some degree of prudence is needed, but not to the

point of sacrificing authenticity and fairness."

Would he, I wondered, be presenting himself one day

as candidate for the Congress or Senate?

…………………………………………………………

*John Amen, Chief Editor of Pedestal Magazine

G. Tod Slone

(todslone@yahoo.com)1837 Main St. August 2007
Concord, MA 01742

Matt Broomfield caps the 2008 ULA new membership drive

MATT BROOMFIELD, executive producer and director FOR WESTPHILTH PRODUCTIONS; "MATTERS SQUIDLING", SIDE SHOW MAVEN IN THE SQUIDLING BROTHERS CIRCUS, BASS PLAYER AND KEYBOARDS FOR THE HYDROGEN JUKEBOX . 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 ... ... and for more in deep anti-facts and the DVD check out the front page of www.literaryrevolution.com !

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!

Text from Unholy Sideshow trailer:

A secret society sworn to protect man kind

Against the Armies of the Abyss With a family

of serial killers

Next in line To perform a ritual sacrifice

Preventing the coming of the dead

The Old Ways have grown weak

With corruption and deceit

Prepare to witness the beginning

Of the myth of our modern apocalypse

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. photo credit: GeoffHall @ 2005 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.