Mature Poet Imprisoned By Lame Clothes In Amusing Sendup Of Indoctrination Videos
February 27, 2008 at 9:36 pm | In Albuquerque, Beauty, Culture, Delaware, Desire, Dreams, Fanblades, Hollywood Dragon God, Jebediah the Rabbit, Jennifer Connelly, Life, Love, Mature Poet Imprisoned By Lame Clothes In Amusing Sendu, New Mexico, Newark, Poetry, Rich Boucher, Slam Poetry, Work, i, i Fanblades | Leave a Comment
So….I’m still job-hunting and looking for work out here. Yesterday I had a brief job interview with an auto dealership and I have to take a pee test tomorrow for said job. It’s an auto sales job with a guaranteed $2000/month for the first two months. I’m kind of hoping this works out, even though the job requires quite the bus trip to make it there. But I’m still looking.
Lots of cool poetry stuff out here, too.
So far, so good!
Days of Love and Blood – Love Letter to Delaware
February 14, 2008 at 10:54 pm | In Culture, Days of Love and Blood, Delaware, Fanblades, Friends, Love Letter to Delaware, Mojo 13, Moving On, My Life, Newark, Poetry, Slam Poetry, The Collingwood, Towns, Writing, i | 1 CommentIt’s 5:15 pm on Thursday, February 14th, 2008. It’s Valentine’s Day, and this is going to be my love letter to Delaware. Tonight my friends in the band i, Fanblades are playing at Mojo 13 with my friends in the band, The Collingwood. Things start tonight at 8 pm there….please come, if you can. I’d like to see you.
It’s been a long time for me here in Delaware. Ten years of so much living; I’m going to miss you all.
Please let me say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to every single poet who ever read at the Tuesday Night Poetry Open Mike & Slam, in all of the locations that it has been in over the years. I can barely comprehend the sheer breadth of work that I’ve been so privileged to hear. Thank you to every friend I’ve every made in Delaware, through poetry and through work. So much has happened, so much amazing poetry has been heard over the years. I know that I am forever changed by my experiences here in Delaware, and by everything I’ve seen and heard as a poetry night host. Thank you to all the poets in the “academic” community here in Delaware, thank you Newark Arts Alliance, thank you Soulstice, thank you Crimson Moon, thank you O’Friel’s, thank you to the Second Saturday poets, thank you to the hip-hop poets, the rap poets, the student poets, the older poets, the crazy poets – thank you all. Thank you to my kindred poets in neighboring Baltimore and Philly and New Jersey – much love, my people, much love. My heart is full of love and thanks to all of my friends here in Delaware – a man could not have better friends than you all have been to me. I could name some people, but, if you are a friend of mine, or have been, then you know that and you know that I love you and am grateful for your friendship.
If you can, please come to a going-away-and-good-luck party taking place at the house of Matt & Hannah & Nigel & Sadako tomorrow night, Friday night…. you can email me at rabbitinvasion@gmail.com for details on how to get here if you can make it.
Good luck to you, Delaware. Love and good luck to Delaware poets and to the Delaware Poetry Slam.
May the spirit of a little stone bunny rabbit guide you, and bring a smile to your face.
beginnings & farewells
February 2, 2008 at 5:34 am | In 2007 Wilmington Delaware Poetry Slam Team, A Mighty Wind, Arizona, Bueller, Delaware, Dreamstreets, Family, Friends, Geico, History, Hope, Legacy, Life, Michael Douglas, New Mexico, Newark, Performance Art, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Slam, Poets, Rain, Reptile, Sadness, Short Wave Radio, Spoken Word, Union Street, Wonder, Writing, beginnings & farewells, the Klute | 3 CommentsWell, this is the post that I did not imagine that I would compose on here for a long time.
Fool that I am, I’m hoping that folks can get out to the Crimson Moon this coming Wednesday, the 6th of February.
I’m going to be moving away, and I’d like to see people before I go. I’m going to try to hit the stage
for the open mic on the night of the Klute’s feature at the reading, so please come, if you can! The Klute, of course, is certainly reason enough to get your behinds off the couch and come out for a night of poetry, drink, and comraderie – but, come also so that I can see you before I go.
I don’t know when I’ll be back again.
8 pm (doors open at 7:00) at The Crimson Moon
1909 W. 6th Street (Between N. Union St. and N. Lincoln St.)
Wilmington, DE 19805
$2 cover
$5 minimum purchase
21+
Age 39 and thumbing through my own back pages
January 27, 2008 at 2:06 pm | In Age 39 and thumbing through my own back pages, Culture, Delaware, Life, Love, My Back Pages, Newark, Rich Boucher, Thoughts | Leave a Comment
My Back Pages
by Bob Dylan
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
A Word to the Fuckin’ Wise –
January 24, 2008 at 3:43 am | In Culture, Customers, Delaware, Department Stores, Life, Newark, Retail, Rich People Who Should Fucking Die, Shopping | 1 CommentIf you are going out shopping for furniture, don’t go to a store when there’s only 15 minutes left in the store’s business day.
Don’t complain, and don’t FUCKING get management involved when you don’t get your way.
You should have come earlier,
BITCH!
DRUNK WOMEN SUCK
January 16, 2008 at 1:46 am | In Anger, Bear, Culture, Culture Clash, Delaware, Drunk Women Suck, Feminism, Feministing, Life, Manifesto, Newark | 3 CommentsDrunk women SUCK.
This has been a formal announcement by Apocalyptic Rabbit Speaks.
It is from this moment a fact, and a truth.
Christy, take off your robe.
January 12, 2008 at 5:07 am | In American Psycho, Bailes, Bear, Business, Business Cards, Cheese, Christian Bale, Christy, Culture, Customer Service, Delaware, Jagermeister, Kidnappings, Life, Living, Newark, Poetry, Retail, Strangers, Work, psycho, take off your robe. | 2 Comments“….Do you like Phil Collins? I’ve been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn’t understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins’ presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group’s undisputed masterpiece. It’s an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don’t you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I’ve heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins’ solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don’t just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite…..”
After being called a “good boy” by a customer earlier today, I’m feeling psychotic.
Maybe even murderous.
Definitely feeling American.
A Little Anger For You
January 8, 2008 at 1:18 am | In 9/11 Rvisited, A Little Anger For You, Advice, Animals, Atlanta Saggy Pants Ban, Ban Saggy Pants, Bear, Culture, Culture Clash, Delaware, Miscellaneous, My Life, Newark, Rants, STFU, Stupidity, Thoughts, Waterboarding, Waterboarding People Who Wear Their Pants Down Around T, Writing, Youth | 5 CommentsOkay….first off, anybody who goes into a LIBRARY with their PANTS DOWN AROUND THEIR KNEES LIKE SOME MORON needs to be LINED UP AGAINST THE WALL and shot. I’m sitting here, at the Bear Public Library, in Bear, Delaware, and I just cannot believe many people here who have no idea how to act in a library.
Want to wear your pants so that people can see your underwear? Die, subhumans.
Let’s begin: Before you go to the library, finish the act of getting yourself dressed. Try to make yourself presentable. Nobody wants to see your “Roca Wear” trash in the library.
Second of all: if you’re a kid/soccer child/high school/junior high school/baby mama, knock it off with the running around. This is a library, not a playground and people are trying to get work done. Get out of here and take your idiot girlfriends with you.
Thirdly: Got a cellphone? Good for you. NOW, SHUT IT THE FUCK OFF. Nobody cares about YOU or the person you’re on the phone with. YOU DON’T MATTER AT ALL. YOU ARE NOTHING AND YOUR CELLPHONE CONVERSATIONS ARE NOTHING. People who don’t know how to conduct themselves at the library ought to be lined up AGAINST THE WALL and shot. The library is not the social club. Go and do your drug deals behind 7/11’s dumpster, like normal trash do.
So I have some ideas for Nintendo…
January 3, 2008 at 3:07 am | In Avy Scott, Big Beefy Gravy, Big Girls, Blind Girls Named Diane, Delaware, Drunk Women Suck, Eva Angelina, First Person Shooters, First Person Touchers, Guns and Roses, Hello Kitty, Larry Love, Life, Living, Love, Newark, Nintendo, Poetry, So I have some ideas for Nintendo, The Wilmington Delaware News Journal, Video Games, iFran | 2 Comments
and here’s one:
a video game (for the Nintendo DS) where you take the role of a first person toucher. Many popular video games put you into the vantage point of the First Person Shooter, where you never see more of yourself than your own hand, and you shoot your machine gun at people, and, at things. In my game, you go around touching things (and people, and, parts of people) until time runs out. Or, until the cops come to get you. Or, until someone big enough and angry enough punches you out. You score points every time you touch something or someone you are not supposed to touch. The in-game view would be very similar to games in the FPS genre, except that you won’t be holding a gun in your hand. You’ll simply have your bare hand, and you can go up to random people, places and things and just touch stuff to find out what you are and are not supposed to be touching. Go up to a Dunkin’ Donuts, in the game, and go behind the counter and start touching the tops of all the donuts on the rack until they guy (or girl) behind the counter starts to scream at you. Go up and start touching people. Women’s chests, men’s bums, just see how far you go.
Mind you, this is just a rough draft of an idea at this point.
In celebration of the birth of “The Savior” ….
December 24, 2007 at 11:50 pm | In Age 14, Bear, Billy Idol, Charlton Heston, Christmas, Death, Delaware, Godzilla, Happiness, In celbration of the birth of "The Savior", Jesus, Middle School Teachers With Huge Tits, Newark, Sam Adams Beer, Suicide, The Pilgrims | 2 Comments
An early Christmas present, from when I was a kid. I can remember that I took a peek at it the night before Christmas, by tearing just a little bit of the wrapping off of it, thinking my parents would not notice. They did, and were not happy with me; they almost didn’t let me have the gift when they discovered what I did. I was a horrible little child.
But my mother forgave my insolence and left me have the doll. And I used to take it to the beach with me, all of the time.
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