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Street Poetry

Beautiful city by zachery

This is what street poetry looks like in San Francisco.

I picked this up off the ground on Lombard and Fillmore today. I can only assume it was taped to a telephone pole and slid off during the brief rain. The title is The Complete Destruction of a Beautiful City, by Zachery Mohler.

I brought it to the bookstore to discuss how the cadence and randomness appear to be drug induced.

“So does your desire to pick the dirty thing up,” said my friend.

Elitist techie scum is the first line. . The notes on the page’s margins written in pencil by four different hands are about as interesting as the poem. My pic wasn’t able to pick up the best parts.

When my boyfriend got home, he set down his briefcase to look at the water soaked mud stained paper.

“Oh, look. You brought home more trash.”

 

Results From Radical Poetics (posted late)

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The Goal of this exercise was to cut and paste two random pages from two different novels and create a pattern. Our Professor’s guest chose Anne La Puceile’s, Heretic and Dylan Thomas’, Skin Trade.

 

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FullSizeRender-8 This is how much fine I’m having.

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My poem:

The Skin Arc

From classical authors to flesh
"The rights," I said. From classical authors to flesh
A plump blonde girl. According to the conscious even that duty is note worthy heeled shoes. The heels click. The apparitions, Leslie whistled after her, open.
Not to give them any physical. 
"Business first," I said. 
The siege of Orleans. 
"Oh, boy!" Leslie said. 
And she's too fat.
Who fought along side Joan.
Knew her better than most. 
"One and a penny."
"Tanner."
"What'll it be then?" 
The more that she had a vision in God for safety, we walked towards the Saint of France.
Smacked by lamplight, seeing trial Saints Michael and Catherine. Street-wash of the tower, balls of fur hearing the sneeze. A ship hoots life. A fog. Joan adapted her counsel which dates from before, 
right on the dot.
Berry smelling of wet rabbits, self and Scottish auxiliary soldiers in the soles squelched.

Hypnotise your child. It’s not creepy at all.

Rabbit 1 FullSizeRender-9 Rabbit 2The Rabbit Who Wants To Fall Asleep , by Carl-Johan Ehrlin is being marketed as a new way to get your children to fall asleep. Even the syntax, with it’s not so random bold print and sentence structure is designed to make eyes go in and out of focus.

The sign pointing to the rabbit hut saying, I can make anyone fall asleep, is ominous and the repeats of, you are very sleepy, I found unnerving.

Our children’s specialist can’t keep it on the shelf; further proof that moms in San Francisco have been desperate for awhile.

Book 2 of The Rebecca Ashley Series

Chosen front coverChosen back cover   CHOSEN       is here!

Becca, (Rebecca Ashley) has a lot to be thankful for. She solved her art instructor’s murder before graduating art school, and left for Paris, France with her international outlaw companion.

Now, back in San Francisco, Becca is adjusting to life as a paid artist working as a cataloger and host at an an auction house. Things are less than perfect. Clark remains unavailable overseas, and could be arrested, there are conflicting personalities at work over a co-worker/stripper, and none of this compares to her estranged Aunt Allison’s apparent suicide down in Santa Cruz.

Becca meets Sebastian, a graduate student who was a friend of her Aunt’s and involved in her suicide investigation. Helping her family down in Santa Cruz, Becca puts together additional information that points at murder instead of suicide. With Sebastian’s help, Becca uncovers a secret cult, back room deals with the Catholic Church, and a multitude of deaths all leading back to a ghost town in the Santa Cruz Mountains.

 

 

Marathon Pics Are In!

marathon 2 marathon 1Or should I say, half marathon pics are in. It’s my dream to run a full marathon, but by mile 13 I was  weighing my possibilities. Could I really turn around and do this again?

The marathon is named after Pheidippides, a Greek messenger, delivered news that the Persians had been defeated in the Battle of Marathon.

Time to party, right? Wrong.

After delivering the good news he dropped dead. Oh, well.

Do I really want to sign up for a full? IDK.