what a wonderful night for a mind fuck

before i get to all the juicy details of where the title comes from...

welcome to the 14th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining the light on my friend Rebecca Schumejda. a wonderful poet who just happened to be the first person to ever publish me. so if you don't like my writing, blame her. below are some links to her work and then a video from last year of her reading:
http://www.rebeccaschumejda.com/
http://www.rattle.com/poetry/tag/rebecca-schumejda/
http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1014
http://www.amazon.com/Cadillac-Men-Rebecca-Schumejda/dp/1935520687
http://www.karenjweyant.com/book-picks/summer-poetry-pick-waiting-at-the-dead-end-diner-by-rebecca-schumejda

now on to my evening. i'm sitting in my chair watching wrestling last night and the phone rings. mom answers it and has a conversation. i think nothing of it. ten minutes later mom comes in the room and tells me that was my dad's sister. apparently, my father is in the VA Hospice with dementia and has stopped eating and in one of his lucid moments, asked to see his kids before he dies. that certainly caught me off guard. now i'm going to tell the rest of this out of sequence as i have some fucking venting to do. so, this morning my sister and i talk and decide that we should go see him. Thursday works best for her so i said fine. my sister called my dad's sister back and found out some more info. apparently he was in a nursing home but that got too expensive so they moved him to the VA. he's been there for THREE WEEKS. why the fuck we're just now getting called about this really pisses me off. but what should i expect from a person who hasn't been a part of my life for 20 years. so i call the VA to see what room he is in. they can't tell me because i'm not listed anywhere in any of his paperwork. but, they can't stop me from seeing him as long as i can prove that i'm his son. that was the last fucking straw i have in my back. i called my sister back and told her that i wasn't going to see him. i'll see the fucker when they put him in the dirt. later on in the day, my mother tries to talk me into seeing him, going with the angle that i might regret this later on. i asked her how many fucking wishes of mine did dad grant? and i'm supposed to grant his final one. the same fuck that nearly choked me to death at 13. that tried to have me put in jail at 17 when he blamed his hit and run accident on me. the same fuck that has held it against me my entire life that he had to wait a fucking year to write me off on the taxes because i was born a month later than i was supposed to be. i will gladly go to the funeral and i will even help put dirt on the fucking casket. i'm fucking done with letting that piece of fucking shit ruin my fucking life. now, i figure my sister will try her best to talk me into going since she'll be in town for a funeral on Thursday. as of right now, there is no chance in hell of it happening. as i told my mother, i've waited over 30 fucking years for that man to die. my patience is nowhere near running out. all i want is for the casket to be open so i can actually make sure that piece of shit is in it.

part two of the mind fuck was when i got those poems published at Bold Monkey. one of the poems, "the pain of not being good enough", just happens to be my actual suicide note i wrote a few weeks back. that poem has one of the coldest fucking endings i have ever written. i have no doubts that if i would have had a gun near me after writing that, i would have put a bullet right between my eyes. each time i read it it takes me back to that very dark place. a friend was worried that this move was going to be the death of me. i can't let her know just how fucking close she is to being right.

needless to say, i haven't slept well.

Gotham was great last night. i'm so happy that show is back.

The Voice actually had two performances that made me hop on iTunes and actually spend some money:

i'm very interested to see who makes it to the next round tonight.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. one match especially was fucking great:

on the DVR tonight, especially since mom is going to miss some of the shows since she's at work, will be The Voice, Undateable and Deadliest Catch. those three shows certainly scream sophisticated white trash to me.

that's all for today. hopefully your family is less dysfunctional than mine.

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:

Beth Hart - Mechanical Heart
Tei Shi - Verde (EP)
Kimberly Nichole - House of the Rising Sun (The Voice Performance)
Meghan Linsey - Girl Crush (The Voice Performance)
Sarah Bethe Nelson - Paying

"I can never leave a bookstore without buying a book. I read four or five at a time." - Mireille Guiliano

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

my 5 poems at Bold Monkey

my poems "an impossible challenge", "something that looked like a hand", "making the world a better place", "the pain of not being good enough" and "who's laughing now?" have been published at Bold Monkey. you can find the poems by going here:
http://georgedanderson.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/featuring-jj-campbell.html

these old bones can't stand the rain

here comes another cold front and nearly every bone in my body wants to fucking scream. good times.

welcome to the 13th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a little light on Jay Passer. i've been reading Jay for a few years now. he's a really good poet that you should be reading as well. here are some links to find some of his work:
http://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/i-sit-up-nights-hunted-by-jay-passer/
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/jay-passer-311/
http://www.redfez.net/poetry/1478
http://www.nailedmagazine.com/poetry/poet-jay-passer-san-francisco-ca/
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5764644.Jay_Passer

also in poetry news, i sent off 5 poems to Bold Monkey today. when i hear back from George on my submission, i'll pass along the verdict.

the New York Yankees exploded last night for a 14-4 win over Boston. that certainly wasn't expected. it was nice to see them actually start stringing some hits together for a change. they play again tonight in Baltimore. hopefully they have some offense left.

the Sunday night shows were pretty good last night. Nurse Jackie was good. i think they set up the final season pretty good last night. Silicon Valley was fucking hilarious. Veep was very funny. Last Week Tonight was brilliant as always. enjoy:

tonight on the DVR will be The Voice and Gotham, which is finally back with some new episodes. i'll also record Men in Blazers as i'm watching Monday Night Raw.

i did watch ROH yesterday. yet another brilliant episode.

i can feel the cold front getting closer. yet another sign i'm dying slowly.

i need to vacuum the house here soon. i guess i should do that before the storm comes.

hope everyone had a great weekend. or at the very least, better than mine.

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:

Red Wanting Blue - Little America
Primus - Pork Soda
The Black Crowes - amorica.
John Prine - John Prine
Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d. city

"Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead." Seamus Heaney

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

sunshine and trash

welcome to the 12th day of National Poetry Month. in yet another sign of my professional laziness, enjoy 3 random YouTube videos. and this time, i do mean random, as i know none of these people.

i didn't watch much of the Yankees game yesterday. apparently, i didn't miss much. 8-4 loss to Boston, yet again. they will try to not get swept tonight, and thankfully, i won't watch much of that either.

the New York Rangers won yesterday 4-2 in Washington. they set the franchise record for wins in a season, wins on the road in a season, total points for a season, etc. etc. they are primed and ready for the playoffs. they play the Penguins in the first round. considering my good friend Paul's favorite team is the Penguins, i'm really hoping to have some fun with this. below are the highlights from yesterday:

i ended up losing my fantasy hockey championship 6-4-0. all i needed was 2 damn assists and 7 fucking penalty minutes and i would have won. instead, i get to settle for my 4th consecutive second place finish. fuck me.

i haven't got to watch the episode of ROH from last night yet. i figure i'll do that sometime tonight. i did catch Saturday Night Live. i thought Mumford and Sons sounded pretty good. as for the show, a few of the skits were funny, but most of the show sucked.

i didn't sleep well last night. i figured that was all due to the Manchester derby.

United started the game off like shit. they got down early. thankfully, this isn't last year's squad. they found some form, made some passes, and holy shit, scored 2 goals to take the lead by half. they then went to score 2 more in the second half before Shitty scored again late. Manchester United 4 - Manchester Shitty 2. what a beautiful day. here are some highlights:

after the game, i went over to the farm and met my mother and sister. i took a ton of trash down to the end of the lane. hopefully it won't get windy tonight. brought another load of stuff over to the new house. the one side of the garage is just about full. my sister and i got a few more things hung up around the house.

tonight will be my usual Sunday night viewing. Nurse Jackie, Veep and Silicon Valley all return tonight. so does some other show that i've never watched. i'm recording all 3 just in case i start watching some other shit tonight. i know that MSG is doing a special show about the New York Rangers tonight. that will be on the DVR as well. i'll also try to squeeze in Last Week Tonight sometime as well. busy busy.

i got my order from Amazon.com yesterday. i was a little surprised the mailman left it leaning up against the garage. i might have to have a talk with him if that's what going to happen all the time.

that's all for me today. i have a victory beer and some music to go enjoy. hope you are having a lovely weekend.

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:

Ryan Bingham - Fear and Saturday Night
Action Bronson - Mr. Wonderful
Shooter Jennings - Don't Wait Up (For George)
Primus - Miscellaneous Debris
Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels on a Gravel Road

"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense." - Tom Clancy

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

beat down and tired

so like a dumb ass, i decided to give a shit about the Red Sox vs. Yankees last night. 19 innings later, i remember why baseball stopped being my favorite sport in my 20's. needless to say, i'm running on little sleep, my sister is back in town, and i have a farm to go help clean out. these are the days where i wish i drank coffee or was addicted to heroin.

welcome to the 11th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'd like to highlight the lazy bastard i am and just post three random YouTube videos that i happen to enjoy. well, the first two poets i really like and have been published with. the third video got me with the title. anyone that knows my dating history of black women, they will understand. hope you enjoy, go support, etc. etc.

i will give the Yankees credit for at least fighting back last night. but they pissed away chance after chance to win the game in extra innings. they have way too many left handed bats and are too easy to pitch to at the moment. hopefully that changes as the season goes on... though i doubt it will. Yanks lose 6-5 in 19 innings. you can imagine how much i needed a beer after that game. they play again this afternoon. thankfully, i will miss it.

today is the final day of the NHL regular season. so by tonight, i'll know who the Rangers will face in the first round and if i made a miracle comeback in fantasy hockey. the Rangers play in Washington this afternoon.

i believe Saturday Night Live is new tonight. i'll watch that, if i happen to not be completely dead by the end of today. on the DVR will be ROH.

not sure when i will be on here tomorrow as the Manchester derby is happening. i suppose it depends on just how much we get done at the farm today. my back isn't feeling great from moving some shit this morning, so this could get interesting in a few hours.

the weather looks great outside. hopefully i'll actually get to enjoy it.

raise a glass for the weekend and i do hope it never gets empty.

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:

Alabama Shakes - Don't Wanna Fight
The National - Sunshine on My Back
Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Algiers - Blood
Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian at Best

"Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure." - Mark Strand

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

bring on the weekend

what do you mean it's not supposed to rain again until Monday?

welcome to the 10th day of National Poetry month. today, i want to shine a little light on the YouTube channel Spoken Verse. i have been a fan of this channel for years. the videos are good and the voice over for the poems is excellent. here are a few videos for you:

do yourself a favor and subscribe to this channel.

i didn't watch much of the Yankees game last night. i guess CC had one bad inning and just like last year, the offense couldn't overcome it. a 6-3 loss to lose the series to the Blue Jays. tonight, the Red Sox come to town. you'd think i'd be all geeked up for a game against the rivals. seeing that the game starts in a few minutes, i really couldn't give a shit. i suppose if i need another nap, i'll watch a few innings.

the New York Rangers started off great after receiving the President's Trophy. but once Ottawa scored 2 goals pretty quickly in the second period, the Rangers decided to play the game like it was a scrimmage. don't get anyone hurt. so they lost 3-0. they play again tomorrow afternoon in Washington. another game that won't mean shit. at this point, i just want to know who they will face in the playoffs.

my fantasy hockey championship match has taken a turn for the worse. i have no clue how i'm going to pull this one out. i haven't given up hope, but it looks like second place once again.

The Big Bang Theory was good last night. Louie and The Comedians were really good as well. and Lip Sync Battle was certainly better than it should have been:

tonight on the DVR will be the latest episode of Vice on HBO. best news show on television.

i had to take mom to the doctor this morning. she was on a call for her job on the drive to the doctor. so, i had no music to listen to. that made for an interesting battle with pain. she didn't break anything, thankfully. after that, we loaded up some more shit from the farm and took it to Goodwill. now (hopefully) all that is left goes either in the trash or to the new house. i suppose we are now in the final stretch.

that's all for me today. the storms are gone until Monday. the power went out for like 15 seconds yesterday. it also knocked out the phone and internet for a few hours. our neighbor said that hardly ever happens over here. i told mom it was clearly obvious that we brought the ghosts with us.

hope everyone has a great weekend. get drunk and go fuck something that coughs.

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:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder & Lead
Hozier - Take Me to Church
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
The New Basement Tapes - Down On the Bottom

"Any great warrior is also a scholar, and a poet, and an artist." - Steven Seagal

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

another day, another storm

it's a damn good thing i don't have arthritis and feel tremendous pain when it rains. oh, that's right. i live in reality. and these old bones are screaming for the relief that death will bring. good times.

welcome to the 9th day of National Poetry Month. today. i'm putting a light on the poet Justin Hyde. i know Justin a little. i've always been a fan of his writing. if you are not familiar with it, here's a few places to help you get to know it:
http://poets.nyq.org/poet/justinhyde
http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1777
https://rustytruck.wordpress.com/2014/10/05/three-poems-by-justin-hyde/
and after you read that, do yourself a favor and go BUY his book, An Elephant Hole
http://www.amazon.com/Elephant-Hole-Justin-Hyde/dp/0981660630/

the New York Yankees were kind enough to come back late last night and get a victory so i could have a victory beer. i figure this is how the whole season is going to be. if they are going to win, it's going to be ugly. but, a 4-3 win is a win. they go for the series win tonight.

also tonight, the New York Rangers play their last regular season game at home against Ottawa. Ottawa is desperate for points, so it would be really nice to see the Rangers put a HUGE dent in their playoff plans. the Rangers are resting a few key players, but the best team in the NHL has played the whole damn season missing someone important each night it seems. plus, a victory tonight will set all kinds of franchise records for the Rangers. and of course, the game is on at the same time as the Yankees. as usual, hockey will win out.

i had 11 out of the 12 choices on The Voice correct last night. Blake was the only one who messed up my perfect score. the shows from now on should be really damn good.

NXT was really good last night. it showed a ton of footage from behind the scenes at WrestleMania. and the matches were top notch as well. here's some highlights from the main event last night:

Lucha Underground was excellent last night as well. i wish more wrestling shows were like it. here are some highlights:

i do plan on watching The Big Bang Theory tonight. of course, the weather might throw a few wrenches into that plan. on the DVR tonight will be Lip Sync Battle and the new episodes of The Comedians and Louie on FX.

mom and i are planning on going to the grocery store here in a few minutes. it seems like most of my poetry these days is coming from there. hopefully tonight will be more of the same. plus, if it's raining, that's a good chance for my imagination to go wild with the "wet" look. good times.

that's all for me today. i hope it is dry and the skies are a little less violent wherever you are.

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:

Hayes Carll - Drunken Poet's Dream
The Afghan Whigs - Come See About Me
James Otto - Just Got Started Lovin' You
Low - Stay
The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight

"Always be a poet, even in prose." - Charles Baudelaire

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

at least the power hasn't gone out

i'm currently typing this between cracks of thunder. we had some fuck me storms come through this morning and knocked out the phone and internet for a few hours. that was fun. on with the show...

welcome to the 8th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a bright fucking light on my friend, William Taylor Jr. easily, one of the best poets around and from everything i have heard, one of the kindest souls on earth. here are a few links to help you find and/or BUY some of his work:
http://williamtaylorjr.tumblr.com/
http://williamtaylorjr.blogspot.com/
http://rustytruck.wordpress.com/category/william-taylor-jr/

and here is a video of the man reading:

do yourself a favor and pick of some of William's books today.

the New York Rangers beat the Devils last night 4-2 to win the President's Trophy, which signifies the best record in the NHL for the regular season. they have 2 more games to go and just need 2 points to have the most points in franchise history. here are some highlights from last night:

weather permitting, i will be watching NXT tonight while the DVR will have on The Voice and Lucha Underground. i am interested in seeing who gets voted off The Voice tonight. i'm not sure if there are any real breakout artists this season. but there is PLENTY of really good this season.

had a few laughs last night:

mom finally got her car back today. we brought some more shit over from the farm. the cats didn't look like they were very happy with me. those fuckers should understand they are lucky i feed them at all now.

that's all for me today. i think the Yankees are on, unless it is raining there as well. hopefully, wherever the fuck you are, you are dry. unless you are masturbating, then you'll probably like to be wet.

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:

Soul Asylum - Summer of Drugs
Glass Animals - Gooey
Thieves Like Us - Drugs In My Body
G. Love & Special Sauce - Who's Got The Weed
Filter & The Crystal Method - (Can't You) Trip Like I Do

"I like to think that the best poetry is or involves a contest between ordinary conversation and ritual." - Miller Williams

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

my 3 poems at Dead Snakes

my poems "a wintry revenge", "getting back on two feet" and "unemployed dreamer" have been published at Dead Snakes. you can find the poems by going here:
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/04/j-j-campbell-three-poems.html

response from 48th Street Press part 2

i heard back from Chris at 48th Street Press on my second poetry submission for the broadside project. my poems "your pot of gold" and "a glorified retirement community" have been accepted for publication. he decided to go with those two poems over the one he previously accepted. look for the broadsides sometime this summer.

sometimes i sit in the dark and count to infinity

welcome to the 7th day of National Poetry Month. today, i want to shine a little light on my good friend, Ben John Smith.

Ben is the brains behind Horror Sleaze Trash. he is also a damn fine poet. you can check out some of his poetry here and here and here, plus, the crazy fucker certainly knows how to do a YouTube video:

do yourself a favor and get your hands on anything Ben has done and enjoy the fuck out of it.

the New York Rangers beat Columbus in OT last night, 4-3. it was a pretty good game, even though i had to watch with Columbus' shitty announcers. with the win, the Rangers are now one more win away from winning the President's Trophy. that could come tonight when they play at the Devils. hopefully it does. here are some highlights from last night:

The Voice was pretty good last night. one performance completely blew me away:

hopefully there will be more good ones tonight.

my dream woman was playing charades last night on The Tonight Show:

The Voice will be on the DVR tonight as i watch the hockey game. hopefully i start to feel a little better as this rain is quickly putting me in the dumps.

my mother thinks she may have broken a rib when she fell yesterday. needless to say, i'm not thrilled with this news.

that's all for me today. hope everyone is dry somewhere.

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:

Dead Sara - Something Good
Hayes Carll - I Don't Wanna Grow Up
Title Fight - Chlorine
Grace Potter and the Nocturnals - Things I Never Needed
Inventions - Springworlds

"What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out." - William Wordsworth

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

oh yeah, the baseball season has started...

i guess this is what happens when the New York Yankees stop being relevant... the baseball season sneaks up on you. but. before i get to that rant...

welcome to the 6th day of National Poetry Month. today, i want to shine some light on the YouTube channel, Button Poetry. i came across this channel a few days ago and i have been completely blown away with the videos. below are 3 of those videos. do yourself a favor and subscribe to this channel today.

the New York Yankees lost today 6-1. i really stopped giving a shit when they got down 5-0. as much as i hope they have a great season, i also know that their cycle to win a championship is most likely over. the window has closed. now, i REALLY hope i am wrong in that assessment... time will tell. but, if the offense they got today is any indication, it won't matter how well they pitch this season.

thankfully, Manchester City lost to Crystal Palace so i can at least have a few laughs today.

the season finale of Shameless last night was great. i can't wait to see where the show goes next season. Happyish was pretty damn funny. i believe i will give that a show a try this season. and finally, Last Week Tonight was MUST SEE television. here's why:

tonight the live shows for The Voice starts. i will be putting those on the DVR while i'm watching Monday Night Raw. Chris Jericho is doing his podcast on the WWE Network tonight. even though his guest will be John Cena, i will watch it.

also tonight the New York Rangers take on the red hot Columbus Blue Jackets. hopefully the Rangers win as i would like a victory beer.

mom and i went to the farm today to take another batch of shit to charity. the wind was fucking horrendous today. mom fell down. thankfully, she didn't hit her head. but, i am keeping an eye on her. she's had concussion issues in the past. when we were at the farm, the auction people were putting up signs for the auction on May 6th. i think we both know the crazy shit will begin now. also, i told them that if they can sell my truck in the auction, feel free. they were interested when i told them it runs and has less than 100,000 miles on it. if they can get anything for that piece of shit, i will be thrilled. of course, it also means the farm better sell for a good number as i will need a vehicle. i don't think mom and i will survive long one just one. mom actually has a rental now. the dealership fucked up her new tires she was supposed to get today. hopefully that will all be done by tomorrow. as always, never a dull fucking day.

i hope everyone had a great weekend. if not, join the fucking club.

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:

INXS - Not Enough Time
U2 - All I Want Is You
Brett Dennen - Queen of the Westside
Empire of the Sun - Alive
My Morning Jacket - Rocket Man

"Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste." - Charles Bukowski

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

response from 48th Street Press

i heard back from Chris at 48th Street Press on my recent poetry submission. my poem "making the world a better place" has been accepted for publication in the broadside project. Chris also asked for me to send more work and i sent 5 more poems for his consideration. when i hear back from Chris on those i'll pass along the verdict.

depression and easter candy...

today on the 5th day of National Poetry Month, i'd like to shine a little light on another zine i absolutely fucking love, Nerve Cowboy.

Nerve Cowboy is one of the zines i am most proud of to be published by. the quality of the work within each issue is on par with ANY zine in the world, small press, academic, snob poetry, etc. do yourself a favor and go the site, http://www.nervecowboy.com/, click on chapbooks or subscriptions and support this wonderful magazine. it will be well worth your time and money.

i went over to the farm this morning to get all the trash down to the end of the lane. there was a ton of it. i'm sure the garbage men are going to be thrilled. of course, since today is a holiday, my sister and i got into it. my sister likes to think she runs shit when she comes down here. mom allows her to think that way too much (my opinion) so, every once in a while, i try to bring my sister back to reality. but god forbid tell her to shut her mouth when it comes to shit i want to keep at the new house. as i warned my mother, allowing my sister to buy her this house was going to give her full reign in her mind to do whatever the fuck she wants with it. and sure enough, slowly this is becoming like her place. i don't think my sister knows i heard her this morning after our little argument when she asked my mother if she has her will done or not. i took that as yet another shot at me and my depression and whatnot. i would think my sister and my mother would both know by now i will kill myself before i would do anything to them. they have already showed what i mean to them over the years by making sure to celebrate each holiday with the cousin that molested me. i'm the one that gets to grapple with loneliness. good times.

so, on that lovely note, on with this shit...

the New York Rangers whipped the shit out of the Devils last night, 6-1. that gives them 50 wins for the 4th time in franchise history. here are some highlights from the win:

i did watch most of the Final Four last night. i wasn't shocked that Wisconsin beat Kentucky. i was a little shocked at how easily Duke won. the Kentucky loss killed my main bracket, so i have no interest in the title game on Monday night. thankfully, there will be plenty of other shit on to watch.

i'm trailing badly in my fantasy hockey championship match. hopefully in this final week, the worm will turn.

for those of you concerned, my ankle is still attached to my body. it feels a little better today. i'm guessing that's because there's no rain in the area. now, most of next week i will be a pissy mess as it's supposed to rain just about every single fucking day. good times.

that's all for today. hope the Saturday night hangover isn't fucking with you too bad today.

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:

Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy
Joe Bonamassa - Midnight Blues (Live)
Michael Burks - Cross Eyed Woman
Brian Keith Wallen - Truth Is...
Tinsley Ellis - In From the Cold

"Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive." - Richard Eberhart

your pro wrestling video of the day:

and the results are in...

before we get to the state of my right ankle, welcome to the 4th day of National Poetry Month. today, i want to shine a little light on Chiron Review.

Chiron Review is one of the best poetry magazines to EVER come around. i highly urge all of you to go to the site, http://www.chironreview.com/, check out the current issues, BUY some back issues and really dig your teeth into one of the finest zines around.

so i got the x-ray results for my right ankle this morning. no fracture. but, a couple of spots showing bone spurs. fucking lovely. so, it all now comes down to pain tolerance or surgery. as i told a friend earlier that suggested i have the surgery... i have no idea how to live without pain in my life. so, as usual, i'll simply find the pleasure in the pain and march on. with a limp.

my sister and i started putting up some of the things in my room; posters, awards, shelves, etc. my mother looked at it and asked when i was going to grow up? i laughed and said i've been avoiding it for 39 years, why the fuck am i going to stop now. i found a nice little spot for the artwork i bought from Mr. Brainwash. i'll get some pics up when this all gets done.

i went over to the farm this morning to help load up a bunch of shit that needed to be taken to the county dump. i was a little surprised when my mother and sister took be back to the house and basically let me off the hook for the rest of the day. that did give me a chance to rest my ankle and catch up on some of the pro wrestling on the DVR.

it also gave me the chance to catch the second half of the Manchester United game. it wasn't exactly pretty but i'll gladly take the 3 points in the 3-1 win over Aston Villa. plus, the goal from Wayne Rooney was spectacular. here are some highlights from the game:

the Final Four starts tonight. i figure i'll watch most of that. the New York Rangers also play tonight. i'll have an eye on that as well. also, Saturday Night Live is new and the episode of Austin City Limits looks to be a good one. i guess the DVR is going to be busy tonight.

hard to imagine that the baseball season starts tomorrow night. i have no clue how the New York Yankees are going to do this season. but, i imagine if they miss the playoffs for the 3rd straight season, heads are going to fucking roll.

that's all for me today. i've got some icing to do and a nap to take. hope everyone is having a great weekend.

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:

Glass Animals - Gooey
Alabama Shakes - Don't Wanna Fight
Tobias Jesso Jr. - How Could You Babe
Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian at Best
Beck - Blue Moon

"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." - Maya Angelou

your pro wrestling video of the day:

response from Your One Phone Call

i heard back from Dai at Your Own Phone Call on my recent poetry submission. my poems "their indifference as love" and "with the shoes to match" have been accepted for publication. they are scheduled to be published June 25th and July 10th.

never a dull day when there's blood involved

i'm sure that title has you wondering what the fuck happened. more on that in a little bit. but first, for National Poetry Month today, i wanted to shine a little light on Interior Noise Press.

one of the finest small presses around, head on over to the site and check out. or more importantly, BUY some of the poetry there from yours truly, Jason Floyd Williams, Doug Draime, Mather Schneider, James Babbs, Justin Hyde, Glenn Hardin and Carl Miller Daniels. pick up any of these books and you will not be disappointed.

in other artsy fartsy news, my good friend and artist from Sweden, Janne Karlsson, has a new book out. you can find it on amazon.com by going here:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860462

so i went with mom to the store and we got a few things plus a good number of storage bins that were on sale. so, as i was loading them into the car, the 7 lids that were together came back and smacked me right in the face. busted open a nice gash on the bridge of my nose. once i got the bleeding stopped i told my mother i hope it scars. that would be one where i really could make something creative up about it.

we did some more cleaning over at the farm today. i was feeling miserable as it has been raining on and off all damn day long. or it was the Burger King i had for lunch. we've got a ton of shit to do tomorrow as well. so, i don't know if i will get to watch Manchester United play or not.

the New York Rangers blew a lead last night but immediately came back to win 3-2 in regulation to clinch the division last night. that gives them home ice for the playoffs for the first two rounds. here are the highlights from last night:

the Late Late Show with James Corden was brilliant last night. to record a show from a stranger's house was one of those out of the box ideas that i absolutely loved. plus, the woman from Australia visiting happened to be fucking beautiful. i'm sure that helped. here's a few highlights from the show:

what a fucking excellent show.

i've got a ton of shit i'm putting on the DVR tonight; The Grace Helbig Show, NJPW, etc etc. my sister is down for the weekend, so i figure i'll either be doing something with her and the family this evening or in my room listening to some music. all i know is i really need to ice my back down, so i'm wrapping this fucker up.

hope everyone has a great weekend. if you are into the Easter shit, enjoy it. if not, enjoy the candy.

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:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up
The Verve - Drugs Don't Work
Jimi Hendrix - Red House
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
Caribou - Can't Do Without You

"Life is half spent before we know what it is." - George Herbert

as for your wrestling video of the day:

the pure misery of the rain

welcome to the second day of National Poetry Month, where the rain has decided to just leave me in complete misery. before i get to that rant, here's your gift for today. i stumbled upon a video on YouTube today and figured i would share. enjoy:

also, in a little poetry news from my world, i sent 5 poems today to 48th Street Press for the broadside project. when i hear back from Chris i'll pass along the verdict.

now, my rant. we're currently in a weather cycle where it is just line after line of rain and thunderstorms. when i was a kid, i loved this shit. now, racked with arthritis and an ankle that is seemingly wanting to jump off of my body at any second, this is pure fucking misery. i lay in bed and i ache. i look at porn and i ache. i do some reading, watch tv, whatever, the pain never leaves. i can see why people do the hard shit. if i knew i could do some heroin and i wouldn't die or get addicted, i'd be the first in line. fuck.

the New York Rangers play tonight in Minnesota. yet another team fighting for a playoff spot out west. if the Rangers get a win tonight, they win their division. so, i'm really hoping they get that out of the way tonight. that means they would be the 1 or 2 seed in the Eastern conference. but, this is not the time to start thinking about the playoffs. all on my mind is how much i need a victory beer.

i did see a few things last night on the talk shows that really made me laugh. enjoy:

on the DVR tonight will be The Big Bang Theory and a new lip sync battle show. i figured that would give me something mindless to laugh at.

that's all for today. i'm going to go try to crawl into a ball and either put the covers over me or try to suck my own dick. either way, i figure i'll roll the wrong way and break my neck. enjoy the visual my friends.

hope this finds everyone dry. maybe even enjoying some fucking sunshine, whatever the hell that is. i did do a little shopping today online. free shit from Amazon.com and a new wrestling t-shirt from the WWE. not bad getting close to 15 things for around $20 total. i'm amazed i've waited this long to start using the Amazon gift cards i got for Christmas and my birthday. April is some fucking record for me. of course, maybe it's the lack of space i have now for anything.

anywho, until tomorrow you unlucky souls...

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:

Son of Dov - Only If Your Heart Begins To Fade
Justin Townes Earle - Racing in the Street
Will Hoge - Woman Be Strong
John Prine - Crazy As a Loon
Sufjan Stevens - Should Have Known Better

"I've succeeded at everything except my life." - Serge Gainsbourg

and it wouldn't be this blog without a little pro wrestling. from last night's NXT... enjoy:

let the poetry begin

so, i sort of decided to do some random bullshit each day for National Poetry Month. some news stories, some poet spotlights, some YouTube videos, etc. etc. basically, whatever my lazy ass feels like doing that day. so, let's kick off the month with my favorite living poet, John Sweet.

if you are not familiar with John's work, shame on you. here's a few links to help you.
http://burningword.com/category/john_sweet/
http://ravennapress.com/books/human-cathedrals/
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/bleedinghorse99

and then do yourself a favor and go subscribe to his blog:
http://bleedinghorse.blogspot.com/

the New York Rangers got a much needed 3-2 win last night up in Winnipeg. the game had a little poetic justice with the winning goal. watch the highlights and you'll understand what i'm talking about.

i was up late last night getting my laundry done. but, i did manage to get some sleep, figuring the people coming to get the furniture were going to be here early. of course, that didn't happen. not sure why someone would piss away the chance to get over $1,000 worth of furniture for fucking free. oh well. not sure what's going to happen to it now, i just know it needs to get out of the fucking garage. soon.

i got a good nap in this afternoon and was using the vacuum when my mother got back home. i figured that was excellent timing; letting her believe i actually give a shit about keeping the new house clean. i thought i was driving her to work today but she decided she wanted to go it alone.

had a little test of my sanity today. nothing quite like opening up the blinds in the kitchen to see the woman that molested me as a child sweeping the sidewalk next door. i sort of just mumbled to myself  'i wonder how long until i murder everyone?'. good times.

i did get some poems ready to send to that broadside project. i'm guessing that will happen before the end of the week.

tonight on the DVR i will have Lucha Underground. mostly because since i have the WWE Network now, i get to finally see NXT. so, basically my night will be one filled with pro wrestling. seems like a fitting way to close up April Fool's Day.

that's all for me. i need to go over to the farm and get some more stuff out of there, feed the cats, and get the mail at the PO Box, etc. etc.

hope the new month finds everyone ready for some warmer weather.

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:

CocoRosie - Werewolf
DJ Shadow & Little Dragon - Scale It Back
Kiesza - Hideaway
Panda Bear - Boys Latin
Lords of Acid - Pussy

"Every once in a while, you live long enough to get the respect that people didn't want to give while you were trying to become a senior citizen." - Gil Scott-Heron

the winds of hell

oh shit, two days in a row. i guess i'm back in the flow of this once again.

i didn't sleep very well last night. i'm not sure if it's the season or the absolutely fucking bizarre dreams i was having. between one where my high school girlfriend actually was in love with me to one where i was accused in history class of putting mustard on a chocolate cake. not sure what the fuck it all means nor do i really fucking care at the moment.

of course, 20 minutes after i woke up from those dreams, i opened an email from Russell at The Camel Saloon passing on the poems i sent yesterday. well, that helps solve the problem with not having poems for the broadside project.

i was not very pleased with Monday Night Raw last night. other than Brock Lesnar nearly killing everyone, the rest of the night was a bit of a downer. i did like the debuts of the guys from NXT. hopefully they are on Raw for a long time. it just felt like they were back to hey, let's fuck the audience again and not give them anything they want. though, i doubt they liked the cheers when Brock did this to lead announcer Michael Cole:

of course, it would have been best to do the rest of the show in silence. they chose not to and made shit even worse.

i watched The Voice from last night this afternoon. i figured it was a good time, especially given the way team USA has been playing here recently. they were playing Switzerland at noon. so, once The Voice was over, i flipped over to the soccer match. of course, i missed a great goal:

USA ended up drawing with the Swiss 1-1. Jozy Altidore got a red card. not sure why people think he didn't deserve it. he was going to get a yellow for the tackle. you can't exactly tell the ref to go fuck himself and not think you're not getting another yellow. stupid stupid STUPID. oh well, just another fucking friendly where they couldn't hold a lead.

the New York Rangers play tonight up in Winnipeg. this isn't the best place to try to get on a good streak. hopefully they win against a desperate Jets team.

on the DVR tonight will be the recap episode of The Voice and Undateable, one of the few comedies i actually like on NBC.

the people that were supposed to get the furniture today didn't show up. figures. mom has told them they have to be here by 8 in the morning tomorrow or she's giving it all away to charity. so much for sleeping in tomorrow.

i got some free music on iTunes today. i haven't been over to NoiseTrade yet to see what they have. and, i guess i should check out that new streaming service that Jay Z is doing. judging from the commercial, it looks interesting.

that's all for me today. i believe i might have to drive mom to work tomorrow. her Meniere's disease has been acting up again. if that happens, i'll bring along a pen and paper and maybe get a few poems down. either that, or maybe do some day drinking. good times.

hope this finds everyone drunk and looking at bad porn. until tomorrow bitches.

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:

Delta Spirit - Language of the Dead
Shake Shake Go - England Skies
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Gary Jules - Mad World
Deftones - Minerva

"I just go where the guitar takes me." - Angus Young

not sure what i have planned for National Poetry Month. but you can expect this blog to get a little artsy fartsy for the next month.