The Darjeeling Riveted
March 8, 2008 at 6:18 pm | In Albuquerque, Culture, Life, Poetry, Rich Boucher, The Darjeeling Limited, The Darjeeling Riveted | 3 Comments
I saw the film The Darjeeling Limited last night. What a film. Definitely rent this movie ASAP. I’m no expert film critic but this film was beautiful, funny, sad, and thoughtful all at the same time. I suppose you’d want all that in a film, wouldn’t you?
Britney Spears’ Father Invalidates Obama’s Superdelegate Baby Car Wash | Poetry At The Blue Dragon in Albuquerque, New Mexico
March 7, 2008 at 5:35 pm | In Academic Poetry, Albuquerque New Mexico, Cheyenne Silver, Clinton, Comedy, Culture, Election, Feminism, Ken Gurney, Life, Living, Margaret Atwood, Middle East, NASA, Newark, Delaware, Obama, Poetry, Slam Poetry, The Blue Dragon, War in Iraq | 2 Comments
So Brooke and I went to the newly-reopened Blue Dragon last night for their [re]inaugural poetry reading. I understand on very good authority that the Blue Dragon was a great venue and a wonderful home for performers of all kinds in this city. I really like the place. It’s a little place, very charming on the outside, and on the inside, where the performances happen, is a great, great room. Great stage positioning and sound. Mr. Ken Gurney hosted a two-hour poetry open mic and I heard a lot of very good work from quite a number of new faces. I’d say at the height of attendance throughout the night there were close to 20 people there. In the first hour, I read “Quite Contrary” (my IWPS one-minute poem, the one about answering the random call at the payhone? have you heard me do it?) and ”Maiden Forms“, and, in the second hour, I read “Paramecium” and then I debuted a new poem, a parody/commentary on the deluge of new drug/pharmaceutical commercials called ”Maybe It’s Time“. The crowd, which seemed predominantly “non-slam” in its bent (I heard one woman remark after someone brought up poetry slams that “they have medications for that”), seemed to like my work. I can’t wait for the next poetry event due at the Dragon: the poetry slam. I think it’s going to be very cool.
FCC Okays Nudity On TV If It’s Alyson Hannigan | Delaware Poet Turns into New Mexican Poet, Clouds Rain Fruit Loops on Obama
March 6, 2008 at 9:35 pm | In Albuquerque, Blackbird's Buvette, Clouds Rain Fruit Loops on Obama, Culture, FCC Okays Nudity On TV If It’s Alyson Hannigan | Dela, Fetish, Green Chiles, Janine Lindemulder, Life, Living, Love, Mas Poetry, My Life, Newark, Delaware, Out Ch'Yonda, Poetry, Sneezing, The Onion | Leave a CommentSo, I’m having a fantastic time in Albuquerque. The city is so beautiful; at some point I’m going to take a bunch of pictures of all the amazing sights that I have seen thus far and post them up on here so all my Delaware and Massachusetts friends and family can see how it is out here. The job search is going slowly, but both surely and well. I’m being very diligent and treating this job search (in a manner of speaking) like the job that I have now. But I’ve had interviews already and will get more. The poetry scene out here is wild. I went to a poetry slam (IWPS format!) at a place called Blackbird’s Buvette in downtown Albuquerque last night and had a blast. I didn’t advance very far (thanks in part to drawing a “1″ in the lots), but that’s okay. Last night was like a lot of slams out here – fantastic and very high quality. There’s some wonderful competition out here. So far, since I’ve got here, I have competed in three slams, all of which were qualifiers to get into the semifinals competition to make the 2008 Albuquerque Poetry Slam Team. I placed third overall in the first slam I competed in (at Mas Poetry, at Winning Coffee by UNM), getting 5 points there. Then I won (!) a slam at a place called Out Ch’Yonda in the Barelas part of ABQ, getting 20 points there. Then there’s the 1 point I earned last night from just having competed in the slam. So, I’ve got 26 points total. The points are not the point. Green chiles are the point.
Also, I found this video clip on the Onion online today and I had to share it.
And yes, I agree with the FCC spokesman’s premise.*
*or, Salma Hayek.
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!
Here in New Mexico
February 21, 2008 at 10:22 pm | In 746, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Poetry Slam, Culture, Delaware, Here in New Mexico, Life, Poetry, Poetry Slam, Rich Boucher, formerly of Newark | 7 Comments
I made it. I’m here and working on a new life, a new love, a new career, a new trail of poetry madness….
wish me luck, ok?
and drop me a line sometime….
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+
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.
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.
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