People who pay to read poetry piss me off
Persistently puerile parades of personal purgatories
and politics presented as poetry pervade the presence at the
podium.
It’s odium.
Someone sell me opium.
Four forced rhymes in a row make
me numb.
It’s just plain dumb.
Next issue: Silicon Alley 2001
Jottings: Sillicon Alley 2001 2/28-3/2 All Day, Anna Lascari Egizio's Project 596 B'way 2/28 6-8, Pink Slip Party ReBar 16th & 8th 7-10, NYC Cypherpunks J. G. Melon 73 & 3rd 7-12, KickStart 1 West St. 3/1 6-8, Elinor Ettinger 119 Spring 3/1 6-8, Wide Open Cabaret ABC No Rio 156 Rivington 3/2 9-12, Montserrat Gallery 584 B;way 3/8 6-8, Jose Rios Gelabert Studios 255 W. 86 St. 4-6, Gregory Corso Memorial 172 Norfolk 3/11 2-5, Sunday Dinner w/Gecko Collective Unconscious 3/11 8-12, Richard West & Co. 45 E 33rd 3/11 8-11, Montserrat Gallery 584 B;way 3/29 6-8. Survivor Finale 4/26 8-9.
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artwork@katkitty aka Bobbi Bennett, red ed aka Carol
Braddock
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