Current book project. With my life, it may end up well over 1,000 reasons though. If so, I'll just change the title at that point.
Maudlin Shivs for Bus Drivers.
William Keckler. Poet, Narcissist, Blawger. Sad clairvoyant. Answering machine for the dead. Beep. See my Ouija Board Answering Machine blog in case you are expecting any messages from the dead. The Valerie Solanas of American poetry blogs. Butthole Whisperer and erstwhile poacher/harvester of ivory. Out of Africa or deepest Harrisburg. Goreyphile from a very early age. Bipolar bear much baited by circus freaks. Let's watch crackheads watch RUGRATS on vintage NICKELODEON.
WHORE PIECE:
Be a whore for a year.
This means a literal whore.
Have sex only for money.
Have sex only with people you despise.
Throw all the money you earn
into the sea late at night.
Come back the next day
and see if any money washed ashore. Complain.
I wish I could say humans/poetry move me closer to God, but usually it's the Cocteau Twins. I'm actually quite normal for an insane person. So don't read too much into this. IceStationPoetry@aol.com. Feel free to say hi. I'll probably brag about it on my blog if I'm not arguing with a dust bunny that day. Oh, p.s....if you link to my JBP (the Sequel) blog and your blog is about thought/art (and not "pron" or sales) I'll link back.
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