I received a spam email with the subject header stating:
Who the hell would throw shit at a fan?
The answer: I would. Tho acrylic paint would create a more interesting effect. I'm sure my landlords would appreciate it.
On that note: come over to what's left of my apt, Friday May 26 from 7pm on. Don't worry, there still will be places to sit. Bring food, beverages and poems. Wish me well as I trade one polis for another.
If you can't make that I'm reading with Jack Kimball at the Demolicious Reading Series June 4 at approx 2pm. I'll be showing a few videos and if all goes well, I'll have DVDs for sale.
Don't bring a fan. I own three of them already.
Friday, May 19 Michael Rumaker will read from his poems & memoir at The Bookstore, Gloucester. 7pm.
Saturday May 20
1pm to 6pm
MIT
50 Vassar St. #34-110
Cambridge
panel w/ audience discussion
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Sunday May 21
11:30am
Gloucester Train Station
Gloucester
The walk begins. We'll wind through Gloucester & stop to hear folks read poems at certain stops (the library, the Y, Pavilion Beach, the house in which he rented an apartment, the Fitz Henry Lane house, etc.) After walking we'll eat &
drink at Alchemy across the street(ish) from the Lane house.
I rode Greyhound from Hartford back to Boston last Tuesday and endured an annoying conversation bt the bus driver and the front seat passenger for 2 hours. The conversation consisted of her only being in the Framingham bus station once and the Springfield MA bus terminal twice. Two hours of absolute prattle. Anyway, the bus driver and she both agreed that the Fung Wah bus was terrible (tho she - the passenger) had never ridden it. "It drops you off in Chinatown!" she cried. Duh, that's why it's dubbed the Chinatown bus. Apparently she doesn't go to lower Manhattan all too often.
Anyway, anyway, coming back from Manhattan last night from a day trip into the city, I experience one of the most frightening rides back from NYC to Boston. I woke up from a not so successful nap to view the bus driver hunched over the steering wheel driving 80 mph weaving from lane to lane in the pouring rain on the Mass Pike. This ride made me consider how much I love valium. I don't normally get anxiety attacks but bt from say, Westborough to Boston I thought I was going to die. I am going to be so glad when I never have to get on that road again. I googled "mass pike, casualties" "casualties, mass pike" "deaths, mass pike" "mass pike deaths" and "mass pike accidents" and nothing. "accidents on the mass pike" brings up three hits, one of which being a vegan site which asked the question: how the hell do you Bostonites deal with the absolutely insane driving?
Answer a): take Amtrack. In that way one does not have to put up with insane drivers or inane conversations.
Answer b): take drugs. Tho preferably not while driving.
CyPresspoetry #4 is out:
Brandon Brown
Michael Cross
Drew Gardner
K. Lorraine Graham
Brenda Iijima
Larry Kearney
Ange Mlinko
Kerri Sonnenberg
Chuck Stebelton
Christina Strong
Stephen Vincent
Matvei Yankelevich
I like the look of the web page,
and the **now what is deemed as subtle 2006** flash file.
I like, I like. Want more.
No comment on the mag at the moment,
other than I like the individual covers.
But what I love, love, is CA Conrad's book,
Deviant Propulsion, just received in the mail this afternoon.
For starters, I love it when poetry magazines
and books show up when I least expect it.
And I do like sitting on my front porch in
finally decent weather and having a chance to read said material.
A front porch I'm never going to have again. Or at least not this one...
The last of the books on the bookshelf…
The presses (bc if I had to type out all the book titles, I’d be sitting in front of the computer for a while when I should be packing...)
Roof
Edge
UDP
Krupskaya
Granary
Semiotext(e)
Burning Deck
Wesleyan
ND
Fremantle Arts Centre Press
Chax
Dalkey Archive
Zoland
Atelos
Subpress
O Books
Diwan
The Figures
Post-Apollo
The Figures
Potes and Poets
Talisman
Tougher Disguises
Black Sparrow
Faux Press
Soft Skull
Sun and Moon
United Artists
Green Integer
Hard Press
Germ
That’s not all of them, but now it’s time to stick them in a box…
I'm outta here June 1st. The landlord has been notified and the apt is looking kinda sparce. Well, not that sparce, I seem to be a packrat...but I've made some small dents...
I have not figured out a date quite yet, tentative May 26th but I will be having a party. It's either the:
SAD TO SEE YOU GO party
or the:
THANK GOD SHE'S OUT OF HERE! I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN OR READ OF HER BITCHING AND COMPLAINING ANYMORE! party
Take your pick. I am most certain it will be on Friday May 26th, starting at about 7 or so. BYOB. BYOFOOD-Y ITEMS if you so desire. And most importantly, BRING POEMS. I'd like to turn the evening into an inpromtu reading.
It would be great to see you. The formal announcement email blast is forthcoming.