The Ghost Of Shelley, In NYC

What do an anarchist, a feminist, a promiscuous atheist vegetarian poet and a horror story writer have in common? If you answered ‘the Shelley Family,‘ you’re half right. Because the New York Public Library in Manhattan has all sorts of very cool materials belonging to Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Shelley, and Mary's parents William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft on view these days, for the first time in America.

How cool? There's diaries and letters and such, interesting enough. Jewelry too, and locks of hair. And part of the manuscript from Frankenstein. And how about this -- a teething ring made out of gold and coral, for old Percy Bysshe himself.

It's a chance to catch up with some 19th century poets who were rad and edgy when the molten days of the French Revolution had barely cooled down to a crust.

Check it out. Now through late June, at the main library, Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street.

the poetry of Larry David

I love the poetry of Larry David.  Some would disagree and say where are you finding poetry in Larry David's work?  My heart.  I carry Larry David with me everywhere I go like my internal organs, rotting but still working.  The poem is in the listener's heart and mine resounds with the poetry of a million men not considered poets followed by the 5 million women not considered poets.  Sprinkle the dust light of laughter that swells the soul into uncontrollable and what's more honest than the uncontrollable?  If you watch Curb Your Enthusiasm the poems are inbetween the laughs pouring into a rising sun.  Finding poetry in Larry David is easy, finding poetry in myself, not so much.

sneakers and the great unknown

When I got to the Staten Island Mall yesterday there was a huge line of people waiting on line, overnight, to buy the new Michael Jordan sneakers.  People wonder why occupy wallstreet did not work, it's because most of the people in this country are complacent and satisfied with the current situation.   If you want to get people to change you don't shout out a bunch of cute slogans or take away their rights, you take away their sneaker choices......you'll see this country change.......

goodbye goodbye blue monday...

Read some poems yesterday at "Goodbye Blue Monday" in Brooklyn. It was one of Puma Perl's DDay production readings. It included Jane Lecroy, Aimee Herman, AI Firefly and yours truly. There was some weird energy there but all the artists shined in there own way.....Aimee Herman read a great long poem about "going down" which made me wish she was straight just for one night. Mrs. Lecroy has a vocal range of a phoenix rising and than crashing into a field of dead lillies and i could have been better. Lost my breath a few times but which one of us in the poetry community hasn't?

Whisperin' to the wind we await your call

your poems your monologues your sunsets your ability to pen to page and rise again

through that in which we find you

the most.

It's hard knowing where to begin because you're never quite sure where it ended.  This bold new venture Jane, Brant, George, and myself are undertaking already feels so family like with Kat Georges helping with logo design and other friends helping set up our website it feels bigger than that and wider and larger as it feels as if we've all grown together as writers through our travels and we've made so many new friends that it feels great to be able to share this new press with you and hopefully let your art and your craft shine through.

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