Saturday, April 28, 2007

hey, I'm like, all "online" and shit...

take a nice, sunny, saturday afternoon drive over to the Guild of Outside Writers and read some poems, as well as a couple of short fiction pieces.

while you're there, check out the whole site. those guys are serously devoted to poetry and the small press. much like the GPP, they are attempting something larger than themselves, and trying to spread the word about the great writing being done by the scattered denziens of the small press.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

exactly the right man for the job...

oh, and some music to enjoy:

man that Galifinakis is funny as hell.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

when they pry it from my cold dead fingers...

Thursday, April 12, 2007

how much more are we gonna take?

this is wonderful if you live in southwest Fulton County, GA.

like we do.

Saturday, April 07, 2007


the new issue of Laura Hird is live, and I've a showcase in it along with many good writers including Spiel and Alan Catlin.

head over there and give a read if you like (a couple of these poems appear in forthcoming print mags, but I consider this online appearance like an electronic "mini-chap," and frankly, I don't know what it means for something to appear on the intertubes, so I'd like to thank the editors of those fine mags, Quercus Review and The Quirk, both of which deserve your support, as well as David at sunnyoutside).

also in this issue, I've a piece on one of my favorite bits of music, Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain in the section The Devil Has All The Best Tunes as well as many other good pieces, like this one by Rob Plath and this great piece on Pink Floyd. it's really great how she's got it set up, with a video of the tune so you can listen while you read, and all the extra info on the artist.

she is a tireless worker and the small press thanks her.

check it out.

Friday, April 06, 2007

fuck this guy; he's such an inhuman piece of shit...

how does our media machine tolerate this type of shit? I'll tell you: because people aren't awake enough, and certainly aren't pissed enough. as long as raw sensation and cynically manipulated outrage are the order of the day, as long as the punditocracy and the hateful, self-loathing, ugly creatures that ooze from their plastic loins dominate the political discussion in this country, as long as people are willing to tolerate pure inhumanity for the sake of "spectacle" and book sales, this is the world we will enjoy.

and really, is this what people want? or is it being fed to us by those with agendas and money interests? is it the type of thing that is designed to outrage the left so they support specific people/ideas/etc, just like the right gets outraged by gays and evolution and abortion? does it just play into the "good cop/bad cop" system of government we currently suffer? what the fuck and how does this go on? are we not ALL HUMAN, MANN COULTER, you fucking whore? who talks like this? killers, fascists, evil demons, serial murderers...

information, facts, multiple sources and the ability to think with compassion, clarity and an overarching sense of humanity are the only way to crush the motherfucking shit out of this kind of mentality.

as for those who espouse these beliefs, either for shock value and cash or for the pure miserable joy of genuine shitheeled assholery, there may be only the deepest, most violent of actual crushing...

Thursday, April 05, 2007

a new blog...

cynthia has started a blog, and she'll be posting some of her photographs for pleasure and for purchase. eventually there will be a lot of em up there and you will be able to order prints of your favorites to send to your mother, or those you think suck to send to your enemies as threats.

either way, you can head over there and visit. she will probably post more photos later tonight.

thanks and more later...

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

we were thinking about...

naming any we might spawn either Sex Pistols Cunningham or just The Flaming Donuts of Jesus.

how bout yours?

Monday, April 02, 2007

old poem, new home...

Charles P. Ries wrote me and asked for a poem for an online mag he edits; I don't normally submit stuff online, don't really care for the transient and illusory nature of the intertubes world for literature, I write on a typer, but I had this one loaded in the computer and sent em off. here is the "issue:"

Passport Journal

there are some good poems wrapped around my crappy one, so read em all (and no, I'm not going with the one word moniker "Cunningham" now, so save Teh Funny).

and also, poetry-unrelated, read your labels in case you might be eating a delicious component of human grade dog food goodness.

more later...

Sunday, April 01, 2007

a message from snoop to bill...

found this on C&L (careful, language):

I second that...

and now, something not nearly so amusing:

meet the new boss..., and we shouldn't really be surprised.

can I have my same job back, but please, don't pay me so much...