Sorry (or you're welcome) for my string of promotions and now extended silence. I've been in Humboldt County, California, hanging out with my sister and guzzling fog. Met up with the lovely and gracious Joe Massey yesterday afternoon. We talked about all kinds of shit. Weird super-Christian outsider folk, how certain fellows do or don't listen to Public Enemy, rich people, families, fist fights, and .. um .. oh! Poetry! He showed me a book by Graham Foust and a Jack Spicer biography. Also gave me a MS copy of his next book: Areas of Fog. Which r0x0rs, is rich, gives me something to read -- I finished all my "vacation books" the first day out and have been subsisting on the magazines in trailer park laundromats.
And his cottage has a trapdoor.
Absolutely kickass dude.
This has been a Traditional Autonarrative Blog.
P.S. Siskiyou County poet Merita Stewart's poem from NOÖ was featured on Riley Dog. Yum!