Now I want to see “Monty Python: Days of Future Past”- But who would John Cleese play?
Been slammed lately with BIG LIFE & ETC stuff, so I haven’t had much chance to do much reading or socializing, let alone writing. But I couldn’t pass up a chance to visit LitHop #2, this installment hosted on several different venues on Alberta Street. I got a chance to see three readers from Eraserhead Press: Kirsten Alene, with a tale involving intricately disturbing sushi; Vince Kramer, with an entertaining excerpt from “Death Machines of Death”, and Jeff Burk, with a tentacle rape porn short that takes some rather unexpected-and humanizing-turns.
Also, I have to put in a plug for Via Chicago, who along with Bunk Sandwiches, selflessly allowed these literary hoodlums to use their patio for such decadent Western transgressions. It is a pizza place that not only serves Truly Authentic Chicago Deep Dish Pizza, but also GLUTEN FREE SLICES! I was in pepperoni heaven tonight. For those of you who know me, you know how big of a deal this is. Rock on, Lit Hop… Maybe next time I will be able to check out, oh, the whole rest of the event. For now- deeply appreciating one part of it really hit the spot.
“necessity is the mother of invention”,
But I think necessity got
a bad rap-
See, viewed through the eyes of
those who invent,
We have come to experience necessity as a
Skin drawn tight around
gaunt face, shouting an inch away from yours
the old hag, so demanding…
But the cleanly ordered, infinitely predictable, mechanistic universe
has forgotten the times when
was a powerful urge, emananting from deep within
until a shout of joy burst forth!
When necessity was
that we all rise above
and experience, and cause one another to experience,
the greatest potential
Of art, of imagination, of love, of solidarity
Because each and every one of us,
vessels of the Soul
are mothers of something
All you have to do
is close your eyes,
(c) SBA 5/11/2014
I have been invited by my friend, Curtis B Whitecarroll, to read a couple of short poems at the Buzzpoems reading for Xray.fm. Starts this evening at 5pm, at the Glyph Cafe & Arts Space, 804 NW Couch St., in Portland, OR. There will be 50 poets, each one reading two poems that last less than a minute each. They will subsequently be used in between Xray’s programming. I’m number 39, so I don’t know how far in to our session that will be, but I have no doubt that all the poets reading today will be worth hearing!
Cycling thru streets
Dusted pink with
clouds of Spring, just before
I find a moments’ peace
A tiny interloper,
Folding naive bee winglets against
The coming storm
Rides at my elbow, a brief jaunt
To an uncharted neighborhood
Exotic spills of blossoms
Tumbling over mossy walls
The scent of fresh pollen, heady
This was my spirit guide through
This early passage
Down a sleepy back lane of Faerie?
With such live, sunlit green panoply
Reaching out, trembling against
A curtain wall of
Charcoal smudge sky,
Why, one could linger for but a moment,
And years might pass, back in our
Best to keep moving, feet tirelessly propelling onward
For an unspecified amount of afternoon,
I made it to the top of the hill okay.
When I looked down,
My sleeve was empty
(c) SBA 4/2014
Here’s an article repost from Bitch Magazine, highlighting the most frequently banned books of 2013. Some of them are eye openers. Bitch helps explain to you why this is an important issue we should care about.
Waves of synchronized elementals transmute “Everything Is Awesome” into Will Ferrel’s psychedelic fever dream with wisemouthery and Batman and you, only to go one scene past what you expected…