Tonight At the Crimson Moon

November 14, 2007 at 10:14 pm | Posted in Christian Bale, Christy Turlington, Culture, Delaware, Fat Albert, Feminism, KISS, Mario Bros, Miscellaneous, Newark, OJ Simpson, Perfume, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Slam, Richard Simmons, Rudy, Shannon Leigh, Super Mario, Value Meal, Vera Wang, Wilmington | Leave a comment

Please come out tonight to the Crimson Moon for the Poetry Night! Tonight we have a special feature poet with us, we have Shannon Leigh coming to be with us, all the way from Atlanta, Georgia! Shannon Leigh is a hip-hop/spoken word artist out of Austin, TX. She is the 3-time champion and 4-time team member of the U21S Slam, 4-time finalist in the Austin Slamoff, has performed in Austin, San Antonio, Conroe, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Chicago, Cambridge, Atlanta, and Cape Town, South Africa, and has shared the stage with the likes of Saul Williams, Jared Paul, Sage Francis, Taalam Acey, Matthew John Conley, Da’Shade Moonbeam, Earth Raiders, Blacklisted and Public Offenders. She has performed with Sage Francis in Las Vegas, NV and featured at DemocracyFest 2005 in Austin, TX at Stubb’s BBQ, performed at the National Poetry Slam and is featured on Season 6 of Def Poetry Jam. Shannon made it all the way to the Finals stage at the 2007 National Poetry Slam in Austin, Texas. And to think that only a measly $2 at the door, and a measly $5 minimum purchase will get you in! Where else are you going to get a cultural value meal like that on a Wednesday night in Wilmington, seriously?

DelaWhere? Poetry Open Mic & Slam
@ Crimson Moon
1909 W. 6th Street
Wilmington, DE 19805


Photomanipulation: A Study in Mood (Featuring The Lovely Jennifer “Jo” Tilly)

July 15, 2007 at 4:59 am | Posted in Delaware, Delaware Politics, Dogfish Head, Dreams, iFran, Jim Morrison, Lewis Carroll, Macaroni, Mysticism, Paganism, Photomanipulation, Photos, Poem, Poetry, Sex, Volatile, Wicca, Wilderness | 2 Comments

“When parrots flew the skies
My brother cried “Macaw! Macaw! Thy scarecrow, I’s!
His devious balloon will ever slither by.”

– Robert Chartowich

The above picture, by my imagination.
The above corresponding poem, by my friend Monsieur Chartowich.

Alors, zut.

Strange Days, Indeed

January 22, 2007 at 3:37 pm | Posted in Announcements, Culture, Delaware, Humor, Life in General, My Life, Poems, Poetry, Society, Thoughts, Video Games, Writing | Leave a comment

Good evening, World. My name is Richard, and I am an Apocalyptic Rabbit. A hypocrite Rabbi. A hypochondriac full of blather. I don’t know what I am. I once was a child, then I was a man. I’m neither now. I’m something else. Put here to — what? Observe. Put here to observe a thing and to say. Put here to witness and to translate. I looked around at all the other blog suppliers (websites? servers? what do you call these online things|places that give you blogs?) and I believe that I have found one that will finally work for me, with regard to aesthetics.

I write poetry and I used to be what’s called a “slam poet”. I still occasionally slam at open slams in the state of Delaware and around thereabouts. I read my poetry aloud more often in an “open mic” environment than in a “slam”. Sometimes I’ll talk here about poetry, and perhaps even put up a poem on here (disclaimer/advisory: unless I am quoting from another person’s poem on here — and I’ll tell you if I do that — any poetry on here will be mine and authored by me, Richard Boucher, just so you know).

Although I’m probably a mite old for this, I play video games for off-hours enjoyment. I’m not obsessed with video games, but, just so you know, as I’ll sometimes talk about this, too; I like to get my Nintendo on from time to time. It’s an escape; it’s a relaxer; it’s a time-waster — call it what you want to call it but please don’t try to take my Nintendo DS from me!

Relationship? Or ships? I might maybe talk about those on here. Depends on how “close to the vest” I’ll want to be. A friend of mine described me as a private person and I’ll just say that with some parts of me that’s true. You caught me in a state of flux, world. I’m trying, though, to somehow make myself an improvement on what I have been so far — which isn’t so much to brag about.

It seems to me that as an apocalyptic rabbit, and as a poet, it’s appropriate to talk tonight (it being my first night on wordpress and all) to talk about the end of the world and how it’s on its way. Or maybe I don’t want to talk about it yet. Is there a word for it when you hear about children holding up adults at gunpoint and you’re so freaked out by the news of this that you are at a loss for words other than to say, here, look? Children today are holding adults up at gunpoint, and they’re also filming themselves on cameraphones beating up other schoolchildren.

I think my point here might be that children are dangerous. Or that only I should have all the video games. Maybe my point is it’s time to stop not charging children who commit adult crimes as adults. Since a school suspension doesn’t seem to be doing the trick. Or perhaps my point is, with this horrid war going on with no end in sight, and with the bases of the icecaps cracking and a global cataclysm on its surefire way, why am I worried about parking tickets? Why should any of us even listen when our subhuman supervisor at work decides to use her power for unwarranted abuse? I’ll continue to write my ridiculous poetry meanwhile, it’s all I know how to do well. I do know that James Tate is one fantastic poet; he is one of my greatest inspirations.

I’m somewhat “new again” to this blogging thing, and I want to do it right. So I’ll understand if you consider this a very “rambling” start to it all. I’ll deserve that. This will improve, also.

Here is a “shoutoutixxorz” in the “vernac” of the hip, young, intarwebs people: if you’re jonesin’ for some insightful verbage on Delaware (and world) politics, stop by the illustrious Dana Garrett’s DelawareWatch blog. He’s very good at what he does, and is a poetry, blogger, and human inspiration.

I just saw a wild movie at a friend’s house the other night. It’s called Aaron Russo’s America: Freedom to Fascism. That’s what the movie was called, not the friend’s house. Did you know there is no federal law requiring you to pay a personal income tax? Before I saw this movie, I, too, thought there was a sort of freakishness to those who talked about these issues, but not anymore. Please see this movie. Before the federal government (or your local government, in an act of cowardice) decides for you that you may no longer have the option of watching it.

I’m out for now. I’ll be back tomorrow. Hope you all have a good night.

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