Penny-Ante #3…
Posted: June 30, 2009 Filed under: BRASS TACKS PRESS, James Mathers, Pablo Capra Leave a comment…will include 3 Brass Tacks Press poets: Robert Campbell, Pablo Capra, and Toylit!
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Another party for Andy
Posted: June 27, 2009 Filed under: Andy Kravitz, Pablo Capra Leave a comment
The breed of the neighbor’s dog has a unique mane, and is used for hunting lions in Africa.
Rags visits and destroys the remote control
Posted: June 26, 2009 Filed under: Pablo Capra Leave a comment
Doug’s production stills from Michael and Janet Jackson’s video “Scream”
Posted: June 25, 2009 Filed under: Doug Lewis 1 Comment
The Flying V guitar that Michael Jackson gave to Doug!
Andy’s birthday
Posted: June 24, 2009 Filed under: Andy Kravitz, New White Trash, Venice Arts Club Music, Wade DeVoid Leave a comment
New “Children’s Guide to Astral Projection” T-shirts
Posted: June 22, 2009 Filed under: BRASS TACKS PRESS, James Mathers Leave a comment
Rare recordings of poet Robert Campbell (1951-2004)
Posted: June 22, 2009 Filed under: BRASS TACKS PRESS Leave a commentPyramids without Points (Pablo’s old punk band)
Posted: June 22, 2009 Filed under: BRASS TACKS PRESS, Pablo Capra Leave a comment
James Mathers in a group show @ The Black Cat Gallery
Posted: June 20, 2009 Filed under: James Mathers Leave a comment
Revising “The Snake Pit” by Baretta, and rereading great passages like this
Posted: June 20, 2009 Filed under: BRASS TACKS PRESS Leave a comment
From “Wild West Showdowns“
Kilroy… was not afraid of anyone. He was the famous “don’t fuck with Kilroy from The Snake Pit.”
The idiot from The Snake Pit was Johnnie-Satan, his rival. And many showdowns were held on the road in The Pit between Kilroy, who lived at one end… and Johnnie-Satan, who lived at the extreme other end. It was very typical behavior for them. They threatened each other for years, marching up and down the road with their rifles and calling each other out.
“Johnnie-Satan, you sissy-assed motherfucker! I’ll blow you fucking away!”
And then, when Kilroy retired, Johnnie-Satan would come out and run down to his place. “You fuck-head! I’ll kill you!”
They were more or less idle threats, but the guns were real, and they would shoot them off in the air sometimes, and I questioned my safety in this neighborhood that I had chosen.
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“Crazy for the Storm” — A new book by Norman Ollestad
Posted: June 5, 2009 Filed under: Norman Ollestad Leave a comment
From “Chapter 2”
Two girls my age cantered their horses bareback through the waves washing along the shore. I held Sunny so she wouldn’t spook the horses. The girls lived up the canyon in the Rodeo Grounds, below where my dad lived, and as always we just waved to each other. The horses kicked up salt water onto the girls’ legs, which shimmered in the late afternoon light.
When they disappeared up the mouth of the canyon I threw Sunny’s stick into the surf. A blond dude with a long beard dressed in full Indian garb did a rain dance toward the setting sun. He reminded me of Charles Manson, who was always hanging around the beach when I was a baby, and used to serenade my aunt while she rocked me in her arms on our beach stairs.
Good thing I never went up to that commune he kept talking about, my aunt said when she told me the story.
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