splashing in an ocean

here is the link to my latest Soundcloud recording for my poem "splashing in an ocean" from my chapbook "the taste of blood on christmas morning" (Analog Submission Press)

https://soundcloud.com/j-j-campbell/splashing-in-an-ocean

and the muse waltzes right back in...

there are times in my life where chaos seems to be the only thing keeping me alive. check off yesterday as one of those days where chaos slipped through the cracks and made a fucking party out of things. first off, the woman from Italy has turned a bit sketchy here lately. ever since i told her i couldn't afford to buy her a phone, more or less any communication was pretty much over. and for the last 3 days, i have asked her repeatedly if she was messing around with someone else and she has refused to answer the question. i'm old enough to know what that means. and today she sends me a picture of her pussy and the first thing that pops into my mind was, didn't you tell me your phone was fucked up? the more i have thought about things, the more i'm realizing this is a fucking scam. thank fucking god i was only robbed of time and not any money.

any longtime fans of this blog or my writing knows of the muse. the last woman i was in love with and we had a disastrous falling out and haven't really spoke much over the last couple of years. a few months ago, we passed messages back and forth and i guess that sort of broke the ice. yesterday, we just started talking and talking and then everything came out. some truths i never knew, an apology on my end that was way overdue and my tendency to become a little poetic at times when speaking to someone that i have shared so much with. i can't say that the muse and i are "us" again. i can't say that "we" is an appropriate term for whatever the muse and i happen to be. but, while writing a 2 page letter to her last night, i truly hope that the possibility of anything is on the table with the muse. even though i'm pretty damn sure we drive each other crazy, who am i to say that isn't something i deserve? the muse had never given me her address before. and yesterday was the first time the muse ever admitted to me she was in love with me at one point. so, as i told her yesterday, may our better angels within us find something to bring happiness to our lives.

it amazes me at times that anyone at all has any feelings for me. i certainly don't love myself enough to warrant anything like this. that being said, i'm 42 years old now. i'm much closer to death than i want to realize. i don't want to die and know i never had at least one fucking relationship with a woman in my life that was something close to fucking magical.

i figure at some point tonight, a flood of poems will be coming. and it hasn't been lost upon me that all of this has happened since the anchor in my life was finally let go.

NXT was really good last night.

Lucha Underground was excellent last night.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. i have no clue who is being evicted tonight, although if Brett is evicted, i do hope Sam uses her power on him. i wouldn't mind if Winston gets evicted tonight at all.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother, Lip Sync Battle and Snowfall.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. you can find that by going here:
http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/7/19/wrestling-podcast-195-bruce-prichard

i mailed some copies of my latest chapbook out today. i'm sort of interested in what other people think of it. after that, i had to go to the local grocery store. they had a pretty decent sale on some stuff mom wanted. and i was able to do all that before the heat got too bad today. my back is telling me what is coming this weekend. oh joy.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after a trip to the big grocery store.

that's all for me kids.

la musa siempre tuvo algo para ponerme de rodillas

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

TV On The Radio - Will Do
Bon Iver - I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time
M83 - Midnight City
Warren Haynes - Your Wildest Dreams

"Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty." - Edgar Degas

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

the rare day of sleeping in...

when i got up this morning around 6 to piss, i just felt so fucking tired that for a change, i decided to go back to bed. amazingly, when i woke up again it was almost 10 in the morning. so much for getting anything done in the morning. hell, i was drinking coffee when i'm usually eating lunch.

apparently my bitching worked. i got the copies of my new chapbook in the mail yesterday. just 15 days after they were mailed. so, if you would be interested in an autographed copy of the taste of blood on christmas morning, email me (jcampb4593@aol.com) and i'm sure we can work something out. if you are interested in getting the book from the publisher, go here:
http://www.analogsubmission.com/product/the-taste-of-blood-on-christmas-morning-by-j-j-campbell

World Cup Update:
Croatia shocked England with a goal in the second segment of extra time to win 2-1 yesterday. that sets up a World Cup final of France vs. Croatia on Sunday. i picked Croatia as the dark horse in this event 3 weeks ago in this blog. i figure i'll probably stick with that now that they are in the final. the third place game will be Belgium vs. England on Saturday.

the New York Yankees got some good pitching from Sonny Gray (finally) last night and hit 3 home runs to split the series with Baltimore, 9-0. the Yankees start a series tonight in Cleveland.

NXT was great last night. the main event was holy shit good.

Lucha Underground was excellent last night.

Big Brother was good last night. i love the plan to backdoor Swaggy. i won't be upset if he gets evicted tonight at all.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Big Brother and Lip Sync Battle.

i did listen to the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast this afternoon. you can find that by going here: http://notsam.com/wrestlingpodcast/2018/7/12/wrestling-podcast-194-booker-t

the weather was pretty nice today, not much humidity at all. that made the drive to get the x-rays and paperwork mom needs for her bullshit appointment tomorrow somewhat pleasant.

i will be on here in the morning tomorrow as mom's appointment is in the afternoon. i have to do the grocery shopping after that.

i finally got to talk my lover in Italy today. just a day after our first month together, we had a nice argument. ah, love. i think she understands my financial situation a bit better now. if she stays with me knowing that, i will be even more impressed.

that's all for me kids.

ser pobre y enamorado, una receta para el desastre

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Tomasa Del Real w/DJ Blass - Barre Con El Pelo
Cigarettes After Sex - Sesame Syrup
Thievery Corporation - Music to Make You Stagger
Green Day - American Idiot

"Wealth is the ability to fully experience life." - Henry David Thoreau

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

Christmas has come early this year

my new chapbook, "the taste of blood on christmas morning" is now available from Analog Submission Press. limited run of only 25 copies. get yours today.
http://www.analogsubmission.com/product/the-taste-of-blood-on-christmas-morning-by-j-j-campbell

coming soon

http://www.analogsubmission.com/product/the-taste-of-blood-on-christmas-morning-by-j-j-campbell

response from Analog Submission Press

i heard back from Marc at Analog Submission Press. he really enjoyed reading over the chapbook submission i sent him. while it was longer than he was aiming for, he agreed with me about the flow of the poems. so, long story short, he'll be sending me a proof in the next week or two and then we'll be in the publishing phase. the chapbook will be titled "the taste of blood on christmas morning". the cover art was done by my good friend, Janne Karlsson.

Punk Chapbook Series 2016

i got a lovely email from Wolfgang Carstens last night. enjoy.

12 chapbooks.

180 pages of madness.

No bullshit.

No pretense.

No bells and fucking whistles.

$40 USD plus shipping.

Advanced ordering for United States here: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=6S95NK343DHBS

This year’s line-up features:

DANCING ON THE CACTUS by Brenton Booth
PADDY WAGON by Wayne F. Burke
SEXY DEVILS by Todd Cirillo
CONSEQUENCES NO LONGER MATTER by J.J. Campbell
50 EURO by Karina Bush
I'LL BE SO STILL YOU WON'T EVEN NOTICE ME by Ally Malinenko
TEACHING MY COMPUTER IRONY by George Anderson
THE SONG OF WHAT'S BECOME OF US by William Taylor Jr.
SLOW JAMS & UNRULY HEARTS by Julie Valin
DEAD CITY JAZZ by James Duncan
THE MORE EXCITING SIDE OF DEATH by Victor Clevenger
GET WELL SOON by Matt Amott

Every chapbook will feature art by Janne Karlsson.

I will be launching these alphabet grenades into the world as soon as they are ready. I have listed October as a deadline but chances are they will arrive much sooner than that. If you enjoyed season one, you will love season two. I couldn’t have found a more hardcore bunch of motherfuckers to spill their guts across the blank page.

Everyone who puts in an advanced order will be put into a draw to win a fabulous ERP package that includes 15 Epic Rites Press titles and other goodies from the ERP war chest!

And hey, please “like,” “tweet” and “share” this with your friends and contact list. Put it in your blog, scream it from the rooftops, and spread the word however you can: the punks are back!

Here comes the boom, baby, boom!

Thank you,

Wolfgang Carstens

Wolfgang Carstens is the author of numerous poetry collections, publisher at Epic Rites Press, and organizer and host of Poets Underground, a poetry show that celebrates and showcases the best and brightest authors currently working the marrow of contemporary poetry. He lives in Canada with his wife, five kids, grandson, mortgage and death.  His poetry is printed on the backs of unpaid bills.  More information at www.wolfgangcarstens.com.