just another ex-jazz-musician/proto-rapper/Jersey-Irish-poet-actor/print-junkie/film-raptor/beat-hipster-"white Negro"-rhapsodizer/ex-hippie-punk-'60s-radical-organizer's take on all things cultural, political, spiritual & aggrandizing
Monday, October 21, 2024
FYI THIS SATURDAY
Can't get this announcement to scale correctly but if you hit on the LINK part this Saturday the 26th at 5pm eastern, it should connect you to a poetry reading I'll be doing via zoom with 3 other poets, could be interesting.
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UPCOMING EVENTS
TBA
SAY IT AGAIN: An Autobiography In Sonnets
CLICK ON IMAGES BELOW FOR LINKS TO ORDER (OR EMAIL ME FOR A SIGNED COPY OF ANY TITLES BELOW)
ANOTHER WAY TO PLAY
THE VILLAGE SONNETS
SWING THEORY
LOST ANGELS
IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE
IT'S NOT NOSTALGIA
2000 American Book Award winner
MARCH 18, 2003
WHAT YOU FIND THERE
CANT BE WRONG
1997 PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award "for Excellence in Literature"
OF
ROCKY DIES YELLOW
HOLLYWOOD MAGIC
CATCH MY BREATH
ATTITUDE
some recordings of my reading from some of the books above
When I was 10,
I thought I was "Irish,"
even though I was
born in the USA.
When I was 20,
I thought I was "Black,"
even though my skin
is pink & freckled,
my hair is straight,
and I have no
African ancestry.
When I was 30,
I thought I was "queer,"
even though I was
married and had
two children, and
most of my fantasies
& obsessions & com-
pulsions & attractions
were and had always
been (up until then)
about women.
When I was 40,
I thought I was a
"movie star," even
though the movies
were terrible, and
I was terrible in
them, and almost
no one knew them,
or who I might
have been in them.
When I was 50,
I thought I was
"enlightened," even
though I wasn't.
But of course I was
and am—enlightened,
as I was and still am
—an Irish-Black-
Queer-Movie-Star.
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