Thursday, December 27, 2012

A friend in FL wanted to hear what PHiSH LOT sounded like, sooo...

excerpt from *SET I*
                                            “In music the passions enjoy themselves.”
“right on”-
              stoked split-sec/onds of sensitive, extrAbstract
bandana-delicate aficionados patchwork’d in flux>

              how the plan is to play jazz:

the happiness of having tickets—have you examined much:
              the forensics of a parking lot?

eYeLeVeL w/ the spontaneous relationships & bizarre
bazaars of Jamband Tailgate Showcase Multitudes—

              Come along, my friend my friends:
              Shall we off               to the estate?

after flirting in a minor key, the great “YEAH!” of rockNroll
              cries out from inside—


of a peak’s release, a chills-guaranteeing song, of a peak’s
              more ridiculous liftoff:

thru suburbs> thru cities> thru college towns> in cargo-
              pocketed/patchwork gear past picturesque
              geometrics of agriculture—
“If you have it, a truck driver brought it” an 18-wheeler
              reads, rolling—
for MILES! tough/tired/hyper miles on roads of perspective
              like summer-long light & airy dresses:
10s of 1000s of InfoAgers_show themselves: revived, elated,
              exhausted, partaking, & partaking while studying
old-but-still-relevant live performances—

of bootlegs teaching Music, teaching scene: boot as
              souvenir/collection; as in, “I was at this show—
              That cheering is me!”

ah, yer damn right they show themselves; we show
              ourselves b/c the music helps us feel like

thru suburbs> thru cities> thru college towns>

              is it the Crowd’s Energy, or the Energy’s Crowd?

focus the feisty restless ambitious—the self~medicating
              over-stimulated university major-changers jousting
with “I think I know what I wanna do; I just don’t know
              how to get there—”

              how more roads dance to live music than make it:

w/ badtrips buzzkills partyfouls & burns—a revelry, of a road,
              of puffpuff dulcet “circles” & their sensitive, whose
              hit is it?
-rules of sharing, pass & etiquette:

                    ~you cannot cut fire w/ a pair of scissors,
                    wisely agreed the chorus of the wizards~

but you can, but of course, get h i g h

attentive of the insights/the illnesses, of our era’s blood-
              tested/body-pierced Search Engines full-on filing
              into parking lots of jester-fest life:

altered. nappy. siiick

              how we give our bodies to the band:

and you know we just keep kickin’ it, for it’s hard to feel
              Americanly Lost
when you & yer fellow friends a-the Unpredictable Jam
              have out there’d into the Out There, ON
TOUR-uproar’d for the setlist score—for a favorite thing
              to do:

              TO: Jamband  RE: What do you tour for? [SEND]
              INBOX (1): Jamband—Out of Office AutoReply

of festival—high harmonies:

in pursuit to boost & bond, of experience shared:

All Hail! the dearest partners, the Band-Together Band—
              All Hail! the Serotonin Seraphim:
all just tryna head deeper (whatever there IS to dEEper
              into), & no matter how overgrown, not surprised
              how overlook’d:
for while our human eyes seem open, don’t your senses feel
you know I’m not the only i to crave them seldom scenes—

              of Pan—of setting Pan free:

heck yeah! concert sugar—like a kid in a kaleidoscope: can
              you spin w/i?
molecular music: at om w/ the atom—
piperPiperPIPER reviving the elusive luminosities we
              lack w/i the modern American weather
                      w/i the modern American-ache Itch Blues:

of Ill-U.S.-Ions!—of l’dor v’dor!

              (((Whooo’s got my extraaa?)))

ev’ry dancer has a band; ev’ry band, dancer—

              nice, love the Bacchus traffic: of arrival:

done set apart our nation’s roads by rockin’ on out to the
              many venues in which we catch our most beloved,
but o, brothers & sisters, the party starts—

                            the Party starts in the Parking Lot!

in light, schwill’d, of crisis after crisis—for song, for scene:
              of celebrating the age in which we live:

Wanna see the rest? PLEASE VISIT HERE: jambandbootleg.

Friday, December 21, 2012

The Last Reading on Earth, Ever

The Last Reading on Earth, Ever: A Marathon Reading of Apocalyptic Writing.

Readers include Lizzy Acker, David Atkinson, Albert Balasch, Joseph Bates, Caren Beilin, David Blair, Amaranth Borsuk, J. Bradley, Emily Brandt, Marc Capdevila, Heather Christle, Ryan Collins, Lucy Corin, Paul Dickinson, T.M. De Vos, Adam Fell, Elisa Gabbert, Amelia Gray, J.C. Hallman, Matt Hart, Geoff Herbach, Nathan Hoks, Steven Karl, Becca Klaver, Miles Klee, Gregory Lawless, D.W. Lichtenberg, Brad Liening, Michael Martone, Matt Mauch, Boona Daroom, Dustin Luke Nelson, David Moscovich, Nathan Oates, Joseph Michael Owens, John Reed, Bradley Paul, Kathleen Rooney, Christopher Salerno, Bianca Stone, Paul Siegell, AE Stueve, Mathias Svalina, Maureen Thorson, Leah Umansky, Ellen Welcker, and Rachel Zucker.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Recently Acquired: Statement of Accomplishment! "Modern & Contemporary American Poetry"

Many thanks to Al Filreis, Julia Block, & the remarkable ModPo staff.
Along with 36,000+ others worldwide, began Mon, Sept 10, & went for 10 wks until Sun, Nov 18, took University of Pennsylvania's MODERN & CONTEMPORARY AMERICAN POETRY course (aka #ModPo), taught by Al Filreis.

Unpacked poems, wrote essays, took quizzes. Learned, ya heard. Word.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

"In a cocoon of old Coca-Cola cans..."

Paper Darts is a phenomenal journal. The time and care they put
into each piece is pretty much unparalleled. Stunning accompanying designs. It’s very much appreciated, and I’m thrilled to contribute:
++++ TWO POEMS, plus A FUN LITTLE Q&A to boot ++++