Not that I have anything to say on the subject:
Friday June 22nd. 9pm. Beyond Baroque. 683 Venice Blvd.
March 13, 2012
An Evening of World Class Entertainment
Tongue and Groove event. Hotel Cafe, Sunday March 18th, 6pm.
Michael Albo, Brendan Constantine, Eric Trules, Kathleen Wilhoite,
and JOHN TOTTENHAM
December 5, 2011
Standard Hotel 11/11
December 1, 2011
Ground Zero for a Quiet Revolution
I will be delivering an ‘Anti-Awesome’ oration, and perhaps also some poesy, at the closing party for Dix Denney’s terrific show at the Sancho Gallery (1549 W.Sunset in Echo Park), Saturday night Dec 3rd, round about 9pm.
October 31, 2011
Doesn’t sound very tempting, does it?
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But if you feel like dragging your ass across town at 7pm on a Tuesday evening to watch five middle-aged literary hacks hold forth, this might be what you’ve been waiting for.
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August 7, 2011
Slake # 3
The new issue of Slake – Los Angel-ease’s premier lit quarterly – is out, featuring a lavish spread of Antiepithalamia and Victorian Choking Paintings.
June 16, 2011
Scorched Earth Policy
Bitterness is all the rage.
Resentment burns through me,
Destroying everything in its path,
Burning up the sadness, burning up regret,
Burning up fear and desire;
Charring, gutting, exhausting me.
I can’t take the corrosive bitterness
I have forced upon myself.
I know that it’s all my own fault.
But I can’t let that stop me
From resenting other people.
June 6, 2011
Don’t feel obliged to attend this event
Presenting the cream of local poetry. I will also be giving a short and highly predictable reading.
It’s a lot to ask of even the most dedicated poetry lover: to drag their ass across town on a Tuesday evening.
But: if you’re in the neighborhood or the mood…
Tuesday night, June 14th: The Standard Hotel at 8300 Sunset Blvd.
Free wine will be served between 7pm and 8pm. Readings begin at 8pm.
May 24, 2011
SONG OF DAWN
I saw the sun rise by accident.
It was a horrible sight.
Annoyed by its splendor, I sought refuge
in a moist pillow, and lay there, alone,
at the dawn of another day,
that brought me closer to another death,
pondering the vanity of my solitude,
the vanity of procrastination,
and the tiresome inevitability of waking up
again the same person.
It might still be possible to change,
but obstinately I remain the same,
hoping that others might take solace
in my consistency.
But perhaps they take no solace in it,
perhaps they too find it tedious.
