Posts Tagged ‘ WIP ’

Media Buzz #2

2010.11.11
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THE WORLD PREMIERE OF ME reading a couple of my shorter pieces will apparently take place during a two-hour open-mic event Saturday night at Sonoma’s leading bookstore.

Billed as “Random Acts,” and staged from 5 to 7 p.m. in Readers’ Books outdoor Reading Garden, the monthly exercise in instant entertainment is open to anyone with cash and creativity — musical, poetic, or ranty.

“It’s five dollars, and you put your name in a hat,” Random Acts organizer Catherine Seveneau said earlier this week, adding that the would-be spectacle then has five minutes “to do whatever.”

Seveneau said Saturday’s production will be Random Acts’ third; the previous two drew more than two-dozen participants. Your humble metaphorager is looking forward to an evening of stomach-clenching excitement, and hopes to see you there!

Random Acts begins at 5 p.m., Saturday, Nov. 13. Readers’ Books, one of the few independent bookstores remaining in this wasteland of instant clickery, is located at 130 E. Napa St., Sonoma. Tickets not required.

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Pithyism #8

2010.11.09
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THERE’S A REASON CLASSIC SONGS are classic: they sound only like themselves, and whatever comes in their wake.

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Reb Drunkard’s Wisdom

2010.11.09
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THE MAN WITH THE UNWASHED face was dressed in baggy street-person clothes which seemed to cushion the cold concrete beneath him.

He was laying in front of the Carl’s Jr. restaurant in San Francisco’s Justin Hermann Plaza one cool night in 1986, perhaps one of a series of nights and days spent drifting through passersby from liquor store to curb.

He wasn’t moving, at first. Then he lifted his head and looked around in bemusement, his eyes sliding over the passing faces like a mariner seeking harbor.

Finally, he roused himself, put his hands and elbows on the sidewalk, but treacherous liquor! the thief of agility robbed him of his rising and he slowly toppled to his left side.

One arm outflung, the effort began again. He rolled to a sitting position, tried to use the momentum to rise, but alas, the meat was unsuited to the motion and the seeker lay anew upon his right.

But human heart is not so easily cowed! Once again the brow furrows with effort. Neither Sisyphus rolling his boulder nor Montana his yardage were possessed of more goal-reaching will. And yet, that fate which watches babes and drunkards was not impressed enough to grant the pilgrim’s boon; and so he sank a third time to the all-embracing concrete, stupefaction and wonder writ in his face’s every line.

It was my wont in those days to wander downtown, dictating random poems into a pocket tape recorder. From my perch by the BART stairs I wondered if I should help. One passerby thought the same thing and stopped, hands on knees, to offer assistance or at least encouragement.

But the man was fumbling in his jacket pocket, and he waved on his would-be savior with a laugh that carried across the plaza. A moment later he rolled on his right side, lit a cigarette, and prepared to wait it out.

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Media Buzz #1

2010.11.08
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Pithyism #80 Proof (or, Not A Bad Toast)

2010.11.04
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“MAY OUR LIVES BE NO sadder than necessary.”

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Election Day Haiku

2010.11.02
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God who hears all, please –
Don’t let the idiots win.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

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What The Hey, One More (RAW Reprise)

2010.10.29
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Ultimate Protest Sign #2 (Dylan Remix)

2010.10.29
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An Ultimate Protest Sign

2010.10.28
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(Thanx and a tip o’ th’ Metaphoraging Hat to txt2pic.com‘s template toys (click for bigger).)

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A Haiku For The SF Giants, After Seeing My First Giants Game Last Night

2010.10.28
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Tim Lincecum’s face
Passionate with the sad news:
Strike one. Two. Three. Next!

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5 Thoughts: How To Preach A Sermon

2010.10.26
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1. Make ‘em laugh with, but not at, you and your topic. But make ‘em laugh first.

2. Remember that you’re a student too, no more learned (and sometimes embarrassingly less) than those listening to you. Your task is to reveal rather than entertain, to share rather than “teach.”

3. Be honest. It shows.

4. Know what you’re talking about, but don’t be afraid of facing questions which haven’t occurred to you. They are inevitable, and can be miraculous.

5. Care about the people you’re talking to(1). Not as “subjects of ‘God’” (or “dues-paying members” or, especially, “the audience”) but as people — maybe scared or sad or in pain, looking for comfort and inspiration and sometimes a reason to get out of bed. So give that!

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(1) This is in some ways the most important of these principles. If your care is elsewhere than the people you serve, you’ll only disservice everyone.

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A Great Line I’ll Have To Work In Somewhere

2010.10.23
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“IT WAS AT THIS POINT in the narrative when those skilled in the nuances of the oral tradition began chuckling with anticipation.”

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