Partly because I’m tired of looking at Rosie’s smiling, dead ass every time I come here, partly because it beats doing my laundry, and more importantly because it means so much to me I’d like to turn you onto:
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Okay,
Father Luke
Boppa Divina goes like this...
Monday, October 8th, 2007
was there ever
a time when
guerillas wrote
poems?
or up until
now
has it always
been prose?
the reason
i ask
is that someone who
knows how
to speak to large
mammals
– the same one who
knows how to
listen, as well (should
there come
a reply) – confessed
to an intimate friend
once
that none of
the primates
whose works she
had studied could grok
the
fine art
of the
line
break.
melanie goes like this...
Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
are you an operative or a poet there? thats very interesting!
laine goes like this...
Friday, October 19th, 2007
i checked this out last week, clicked on the fist in your sidebar. it led me on quite a clicking adventure, and stirred the stewpot that is my brain.
Father Luke goes like this:
The Guerilla Poetics Project is the most
rockingest fucking thing I have ever found.
These guys are my fucking heroes, and as close to a cause that I have ever
wanted to tie myself to.
It’s all over for this kid - KaPow! went my head.
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Okay,
Father Luke
Boppa Divina goes like this...
Monday, October 22nd, 2007
“You can stand and shout hero
All over my lonesome grave.”
– Bob Dylan (1963)
