Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Friday, December 17, 2004
For Sam For Sam For Sam
Michael Schiavo's sonnet For Samuel Amadon has finally appeared on la petite zine.
Woohoo! Woo! Hoo!
Michael Schiavo's sonnet For Samuel Amadon has finally appeared on la petite zine.
Woohoo! Woo! Hoo!
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Hartfordian of the Week
This week: Eriq LaSalle (TV's Doctor Benton) is the Hartfordian of the Week for absolutely no reason at all. Here's to Eriq!
This week: Eriq LaSalle (TV's Doctor Benton) is the Hartfordian of the Week for absolutely no reason at all. Here's to Eriq!
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Carolyn Amadon
My mother called me to tell me that Hartford is now the seventh most violent city in the country. So here's to my mother!
As for me? How am I? Well, I threw up off a ladder and when I threw up off a ladder I threw up into my shoe.
My mother called me to tell me that Hartford is now the seventh most violent city in the country. So here's to my mother!
As for me? How am I? Well, I threw up off a ladder and when I threw up off a ladder I threw up into my shoe.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Schiavos in the Vestibule
Michael Schiavo was kind enough to come down to New York for the weekend for my reading. The night prior, I left Mr. Schiavo at a bar and went home and passed out from the free white wine we drank at the Lit release party under a piano in the back corner (where I burped in the middle of yawning which has never happened to me before and was really sort of wonderful) and I passed out pretty hard when I came home to pass out locking Mr. Schiavo out of my building. He found some way in.
So many people showed up from so many different parts of my past or life on Saturday. It was an unexpected thrill.
After the ear inn we hit the KPF at the four face liar for the tail end and a bit of Shafer goes a long way (plus a little blackberry something on the subway) and I ended up trying to hold stefany anderson upside down (she should thank a certain anthony for saving her). There's something Lennyish (rabbit/breakthings) that happens sometimes with me and people smaller than me. It's like the thing that happens with kids and their parents getting mad at me when the kids come back bleeding. Passed out again that night, but Schiavo found his own hole. Good for Schiavo.
Michael Schiavo was kind enough to come down to New York for the weekend for my reading. The night prior, I left Mr. Schiavo at a bar and went home and passed out from the free white wine we drank at the Lit release party under a piano in the back corner (where I burped in the middle of yawning which has never happened to me before and was really sort of wonderful) and I passed out pretty hard when I came home to pass out locking Mr. Schiavo out of my building. He found some way in.
So many people showed up from so many different parts of my past or life on Saturday. It was an unexpected thrill.
After the ear inn we hit the KPF at the four face liar for the tail end and a bit of Shafer goes a long way (plus a little blackberry something on the subway) and I ended up trying to hold stefany anderson upside down (she should thank a certain anthony for saving her). There's something Lennyish (rabbit/breakthings) that happens sometimes with me and people smaller than me. It's like the thing that happens with kids and their parents getting mad at me when the kids come back bleeding. Passed out again that night, but Schiavo found his own hole. Good for Schiavo.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Hartford Fact
Jupiter Hammond, a Hartford resident and author of "The Kind Master and the Dutiful Servant" was the first published American Black poet, in 1783.
Jupiter Hammond, a Hartford resident and author of "The Kind Master and the Dutiful Servant" was the first published American Black poet, in 1783.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Ear Inn (Repeating myself)
Mark Bowen and I and Brian Teare are reading at the Ear Inn series on Saturday December 4th at 3:00. The Ear Inn is at 326 Spring Street (west of Greenwich Street). Take the C/E to Spring Street or the 1/9 to Canal Street or the N/R to Prince Street.
Mark Bowen and I and Brian Teare are reading at the Ear Inn series on Saturday December 4th at 3:00. The Ear Inn is at 326 Spring Street (west of Greenwich Street). Take the C/E to Spring Street or the 1/9 to Canal Street or the N/R to Prince Street.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Dug Up This Poem by My Buddy Jack
Come with me, share my life
And you can be my junkie wife
And all that I have, I'll share with you
The skag, the needle, and cigarettes, too
Children we'll have, just two or three
All shooting dope before they can read
With young precious hands, for the picking of pockets
Of wallets and watches and coinage and lockets!
Happy we'll be, and high through the day
All through the wickedest weeks of May
Through Scary Octobers and Merry Decembers
Sunny Septembers and rainy Novembers
And three joyous children all singing their song
Bleaching syringes for Daddy and Mom
Because good children know about C Hepatitis
Diseases that wrong us as chemicals right us
With help from the county and food from the church
Paying two-dollar rent through industrious search
We'll dream through a lifetime, and brave our decay
Until some sad consequence passes our way
Jack Gethen
Come with me, share my life
And you can be my junkie wife
And all that I have, I'll share with you
The skag, the needle, and cigarettes, too
Children we'll have, just two or three
All shooting dope before they can read
With young precious hands, for the picking of pockets
Of wallets and watches and coinage and lockets!
Happy we'll be, and high through the day
All through the wickedest weeks of May
Through Scary Octobers and Merry Decembers
Sunny Septembers and rainy Novembers
And three joyous children all singing their song
Bleaching syringes for Daddy and Mom
Because good children know about C Hepatitis
Diseases that wrong us as chemicals right us
With help from the county and food from the church
Paying two-dollar rent through industrious search
We'll dream through a lifetime, and brave our decay
Until some sad consequence passes our way
Jack Gethen
