Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

This is the hand of an abscure new poet who is so dead that he hadn't been born yet much to his dismay but he's working on it, so that should give you a clue he's working on his own immortality, his sex is clueless and his death is only pecked out on a scareb's back looking for a tap-dance to interc...

Thanks to everybody for the good thoughts. They mean a great deal to me and give me the strength to keep going. Jack, I got your Paypal message. Thank you so much. I really comes in handy when there is nothing coming in. The same day that you sent that around the first of the year is when I went to ...

here are some of my thoughts on the panopticon written a couple of years ago

http://thepoetseye.wordpress.com/?s=panopticon

Thank you all for reading. This is not an easy piece. It wasn't easy to write and I can imagine that reading it must take some stomach as well. I tried to deal with the subject of suffering without being too morbid about it. Thank you, Doreen, for posting our duet. Sometimes I almost forget that I e...

LIGHTNING ROD meets The BOOGER MONSTERS SCIENCE-FICTION LOVE LETTERS (The following are extracted segments of letters written to my secret lover while I was recovering from the treatments for throat cancer. The doctors first performed a laryngectomy which is to say that they surgically removed my l...

To all of my S8 friends: I wanted to drop in and say a few words because I have not been my usual loquacious self lately. My sight makes it very hard for me to follow the community action because only with great effort can I see the gray text and font size, so I can't hear what everybody is saying. ...

The salary of a poet is meager even in the best of times. This is why it is good that the collateral job benefits of the bard are many, the world treats you as a guest and tells you its secrets, on occasion you dine at the most opulent tables, beautiful women smile upon you, etc. But we don't get he...

Interesting observations, Veronica, et al Not being able to make small-talk has caused me to examine its qualities and purposes closer than I did before. I think it is inconsequential but also very important. I've always been very good at endearing myself to practically total strangers using glib an...

Small Talk I never really considered myself good at small-talk. I suppose it was my own sense of self-importance that made me reluctant to practice enough to excel at the art. I never paid that much attention to it, I suppose. But now that I can't do it anymore, I realize how important and useful t...

Lrod luvs him some mouseymousnesses and truckums -- This day has been a major turning point. Ever since the surgery I have been in a breath by breath struggle. It has been hugely exhausting. They kept telling me that I was healing satisfactorily and quickly etc. But I couldn't tell. It seemed as har...

Yes, Doreen you are one of the people I wanted to speak to about the albuterol thing. I knew that you used it every day and that it was a fixture in your life. What I have been observing and experiencing is involved with doses many magnitudes larger than you take. The effects are more akin to nitrou...

Mon Fair Levo, I wakened from an albuterol dream to write you. The past two weeks have been filled with the most terrifying and profound dreams and awarenesses of my lifetime. I remember a face I saw several days ago. It is possibly the most perfect face I have ever seen on a human being. Naturally...

Thank you, Studio Eighter's for your kind and encouraging words I seem to have made it through the current stage of my ordeal. I'll write in more specific and individual ways as the days progress and I gain some strength. Currently I am recuperating in Oak Cliff and it may amuse some of you to note ...

Troof Niggah and Tim Whimsical dey de Huck n Jim tole me so tole me jus like dat takes a dyke to be a girl poet gots to hate dey muthas feminista cunt snugglers say Troof Niggah awright bout a time far ago n long away where Sappho suck dat clit lika big lipped bell n labias floppy as ears dat Troof ...