Thursday, April 06, 2006
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 6th AM
They've done another
loud, mysterious nothing
to the street below our house.
I know there's a purpose,
but I can't say what it is.
Tito's gonna be
beside himself. No place
to park his car!
NaPoWriMo: Jason April 5th
Light bulb-
There is just no point
in doing what you're doing
that door is to remain
forever closed and locked-
It's good when a man can
realize this for true
and finally move on
with his life
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 5th PM
Yesterday I slept so longly
and so deeply I felt I could've
woken in another galaxy.
I kept my eyes shut a while
when I woke up; I listened
for alien dangers.
All I heard was a pug
my roommate keeps; alien
in her own right.
NaPoWriMo: Simeon April 5th
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 5th AM
Cher is a good example
of what Dustin and I
have been talking about:
about how people change
more in their later decades
than when they are young;
it's not how we thought it be
when we were young;
we thought we'd figure it out.
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 4th PM
British Dan is going back to his homeland
for the umpteenth time, and
all the tired horses trotted out again.
Really, what difference
does one more waiter make
in a city of waiters?
The farewell parties
are pretty fun,
but we'd rather keep him.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
NaPoWriMo: Jason April 4
Rough Neck-
Greg is an oilman
spends two weeks in
a Wyoming winter
then two weeks home
up at the bar
making men laugh
hugging on women
and damn near spilling
a short glass of
room temperature tequila
when he tells you
his parents
wanted him to be
"a fucking preacher"
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 4 AM
Spicy Barbadian mustard hot sauce oatmeal
and a very sultry version
of "Surry With A Fringe On Top"
have invaded my morning.
Too wet for tennis this morning,
so I cleaned my room;
my room is the cleanest
and my oatmeal the yellowest
in all of Brooklyn.
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 3 PM
Them bears won't sleep
well tonight; the Gators
got 'em by the neck now.
Not the shiningest moment
for college basketball,
think my cohorts and I.
I'll go to sleep before
the game even ends,
and dream of early March,
when no animal was king,
when the jungle was
the widest open in years.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Non-Frequency Reading
I will be reading poems with musical accompaniement by Ben Murphy and Tom Siler tomorrow night at Daniel Morrow's going-back-to-England party.
That's Tuesday the 4th from 9pm at Mymoon restaurant: 184 North 10th Street between Bedford and Driggs, Brooklyn, NY.
Take the L train to Bedford. You won't regret it.
NaPoWriMo: Jason April 3
He has a hangover
that makes anger
and self pity
a short drive
and patience
a long walk
over
a vast horizon
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 3 AM
This morning's kind of fuzzy:
I think Jim Behrle is going to visit
the baseball players of Opening Day,
and Lauren is worried about JD
Salinger -- says that brain-eating
New England freak is a menace.
I put Barbadian hot mustard
on my oatmeal -- on purpose,
and Lucas is muttering
about moving back to the 'Burg;
upsetting.
But Scott has tickets
to the Mets on Wednesday;
Wednesday is me 'n Scott's
Opening Day.
NaPoWriMo: Jason Ashbaugh April 1!
With your blessing
I'll ride in from the north
and sit my horse
on top of a mesa
just outside of town
waiting on the signal
-a lone rifle shot-
Then down I'll
fly and take
Incubus' name away
for it has no place
on a veggie-pop band
it's a $9 handle that
best befits death-metal or
at very least
slo-core
I'm sure they're
nice boys and all
but it just ain't right
Sunday, April 02, 2006
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 2 PM
Like a monster comes a smog
of laughter from outside,
where the cafe has been overrun
with sentience. The napkins
make a fine "Hello!" for anyone.
The plan for the next four hours is:
cross our sipper/stirrers
and try not to run.
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 2 AM
In the further adventures
of my father and I:
his black beans
are cooking on my stove,
and even though
my black beans
are different from his,
he's still here with me
this morning,
all the way from Texas.
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 1 PM
Goodnight said the eel
to the otter, but he
didn't go to bed. Instead
he shut his eyes,
and as he slept
he dreamed in such a way
that he couldn't say:
"am I in bed, or am I
at work, am I in bed,
or am I at work,
am I in bed?"
NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 1 AM
Hello April, you
fine bright cruelty,
you are all over
the place up here;
I'll take myself out
to the ballgame
this month; I'll
cram myself into
an early Coney Island.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Freq of the Week!
Saturday April 1st at 2 PM
at the Four-Faced Liar
165 West 4th St. (between 6th avenue & 7th avenue)
A,C,E,F, or V to West 4th
FREE
Paul Foster Johnson's poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Logopoeia, Bird Dog, Octopus, and Lungfull!. "Quadriga", a chapbook of his collaborations with E. Tracy Grinnell, will soon be published by g-o-n-g press. With fiction writer Sherry Mason, he curates the Experiments and Disorders reading series at Dixon Place in New York City.
erica kaufman co-curates the belladonna* reading series/small press and is the author of the chapbooks: from the two coat syndrome , the kickboxer suite, and a familiar album (winner of the 2003 New School Chapbook Contest). Her poems have appeared in Puppy Flowers, Bombay Gin, The Mississippi Review, and elsewhere.Wednesday, March 29, 2006
NaPoWriMo is gearing up.
This year I will join her in writing two poems a day for the month of March. I will also join her in writing poems with a (loosely) common theme. I think I will write one poem in the morning and one poem at night, and I think they will be somewhat narrative and semi-autobiographical.
As I did last year, I will post poems for non-blogging poets who'd like to participate. Just send them to shaferhall a la gmail. And we're as fast and loose in this pursuit as in all others, so don't worry if you have to start late or can't quite write every day. Maureen'll still love you.
