Monthly Archive for June, 2008

spam

My website receives a lot of spam blog “comments,” but I’ve never gotten one as good as this:

“Hypnosis is another product. And furthermore, her pussy was lousy and it stank.”

Furthermore, would people start leaving some blog comments so there’s something for me to look at other than this crap?

get noisy at beyond baroque

I’m heartbroken I’m going to be out of town this weekend, because of this:

21 June, Saturday – 7:30 PM
BEYOND MUSIC:
NIGHT OF THE LONE WOLF
A rare night of solo performances from the members Michigan's own WOLF EYES (Sub Pop). Three of the most prolific and active proponents of current underground experimental music, in LA for a day during their Wolf Eyes tour: JOHN OLSON (American Tapes, Handicapper Hornz, Waves, Casket Sinkers, Plants, The Man Who Ate Himself), NATE YOUNG (AA Records, Demons, Beast People, Mongoloid Men), and MIKE CONNELLY (Gods Of Tundra Records, Hair Police, Gate to Gate, The Haunting). Presented by DAMION ROMERO and JOHN WIESE.

It’s at Beyond Baroque, which is a really wonderful space, and they’ve been struggling to stay open as of late. They host a bookstore, free writing workshops, and numerous spoken word/art/music events throughout the year. This is a perfect opportunity to support them, and see some incredible performances. If you’re not familiar with the fellas from Wolf Eyes, check this out:

hot.

For Beyond Baroque’s info/directions go to:

www.beyondbaroque.org

two readings this week!

Hi all,

I had completely forgotten I was reading tomorrow, Wednesday, June 10th, at the Stella Adler Academy until I logged into myspace and saw a bulletin for the event with my name on it, which was a surprise. I’ll be reading with Judeth Oden and Chiwan Choi of Writ Large, and some other poets as well. Judy and Chi are both wonderful writers, so it’s worth it to pull some last-minute strings and make it out if you can. Sorry for the late notice–if you can’t make this one, hopefully you can make the one on Friday, which I’ll post below…but, for now, here’s tomorrow’s info:

8:00 PM
Stella Adler Academy of Acting and Theatre
6673 Hollywood Blvd., 2nd floor
(100 ft. east of Hollywood & Highland–and get this–opposite to McDonalds and next door to the wax museum)

The second reading I’m doing this week is on Friday, June 13th (yeah, I know) at the Echo Park Film Center. It’s a 13-reader showcase entitled Will Wright Presents, and the details are:

8:00 PM
Echo Park Film Center
1200 N. Alvarado St. (@ Sunset)
Los Angeles, CA 90026

Looking forward to seeing some of you at one, or both!

“Two roads diverged in yellow wood…” Wait, what happened???

This has to be one of the funniest articles I’ve ever seen:

 

Court throws the book at Frost home trespassers

A beer party in a former home of the poet lands several teens and young adults in literature class.
By John Curran, Associated Press 
June 9, 2008
MIDDLEBURY, Vt. — Call it poetic justice: More than two dozen young people who broke into Robert Frost’s former home for a beer party and trashed the place are being required to take classes in his poetry as part of their punishment. 

Using “The Road Not Taken” and another poem as jumping-off points, Frost biographer Jay Parini hopes to show the vandals the error of their ways — and the redemptive power of poetry.

“I guess I was thinking that if these teens had a better understanding of who Robert Frost was and his contribution to our society, that they would be more respectful of other people’s property in the future and would also learn something from the experience,” said prosecutor John Quinn.

The vandalism occurred at the Homer Noble Farm in Ripton, where Frost spent more than 20 summers before his death in 1963. Now owned by Middlebury College, the unheated farmhouse on a dead-end road is used occasionally by the college and is open in the warmer months.

On Dec. 28, a 17-year-old former Middlebury College employee decided to hold a party and gave a friend $100 to buy beer. Word spread. Up to 50 people descended on the farm, the revelry turning destructive.

When it was over, windows, antique furniture and china had been broken, fire extinguishers discharged, and carpeting soiled with vomit and urine. The damage was put at $10,600.

Twenty-eight people — all but two of them teenagers — were charged, mostly with trespassing.

About 25 ultimately entered pleas — or were accepted into a program that would allow them to wipe their records clean provided they underwent the Frost instruction. Some will also have to pay for some of the damage, and most were ordered to perform community service in addition to the classroom sessions. The man who bought the beer is the only one who went to jail; he got three days behind bars.

Parini, 60, a Middlebury College professor who has stayed at the house before, was eager to oblige when Quinn asked him to teach the classes.

Eleven recently turned out for the first of two sessions, with Parini giving line-by-line interpretations of “The Road Not Taken” and “Out, Out –,” seizing on parts with particular relevance to draw parallels to their case.

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,” he thundered, reciting the opening line of the first poem.

“This is where Frost is relevant. This is the irony of this whole thing. You come to a path in the woods where you can say, ‘Shall I go to this party and get drunk out of my mind?’ ” he said. “Everything in life is choices.”

“It’s a lesson learned, that’s for sure,” said one of the vandals, 22-year-old Ryan Kenyon, whose grandmother knew Frost. “It did bring some insight. People do many things that they don’t realize the consequences of. It shined a light, at least to me.”

Beirut, and the LA Poets and Writers Collective reading

It’s been a wonderful weekend. Last night I had the pleasure of seeing Beirut at the Wiltern, and it was absolutely amazing. They were charming as hell, and their performance was nothing short of epic. The best way I can describe it: imagine if a group of kids from the high school band walked out on stage, and then proceeded to blow a sold-out crowd away. Zach Condon’s voice is simply one of the best out there. It was one of those shows that reminds you why it’s good to be alive–touching, energetic, and unpretentious. Not to mention the sheer volume of instruments on stage, and damn, those kids can play. Simply beautiful. If you haven’t gotten a chance to check them out, I’d suggest getting a copy of Gulag Orkestar–I think it’s their best. Also, they’ve got mp3’s on their website, http://www.beirutband.com. In the top left corner, there’s a little player you can use to go from song to song.

Other highlights of the show included a girl who was ejected by security for attempting to get crunk/”belly dance” in the aisle, and Zach’s comment that on Friday night he’d had a real LA night, having woken up in a hotel room covered in blood that morning.

Today, Sunday, I went over to the LA Poets and Writers Collective reading at Beyond Baroque in Venice, hosted by Jack Grapes. Jack’s been doing these for a long time, and they’re always a lot of fun. Readers who go over the 2 minute time limit are subject to a fart machine, and if that doesn’t stop them, they’re squirted with water pistols. I actually got to be one of the enforcers today and squirt a few people, which was pretty great. Jack also surprised me by asking me to get up and read from the book, and we got a really positive response from the crowd. It was a fun afternoon, and I’m always touched by Jack’s generosity in mentoring and helping local writers and small presses. I began studying with him when I was 17, and I can’t say I’d be the writer or the person I am today had it not been for his encouragement and guidance.

The best part of the whole weekend, though, had to be when a woman at the reading came up to me after I’d read my piece and asked me, “Were you a crackhead?”

Compliments are always appreciated.