Monday, January 31, 2011
Cider. Dry.
“An average day”
I could read in my car,
But I choose to sit in the
Sewerage pumping unit,
With the loud whirring fans,
And motors pushing human shit,
Up and down hills.
I take a seat near the
Emergency phone and wait
For the gas detector to pick up
Some monoxide readings so
I can go home and listen to
The radio
and stress about,
Weather or not, I brush my
Teeth enough to avoid
a three month toothache
I heard some one talking about
In the lunch room.
On the average day I spend
More time worrying
About things I cant change
instead of avoiding the
Things I can.
I could read in my car,
But I choose to sit in the
Sewerage pumping unit,
With the loud whirring fans,
And motors pushing human shit,
Up and down hills.
I take a seat near the
Emergency phone and wait
For the gas detector to pick up
Some monoxide readings so
I can go home and listen to
The radio
and stress about,
Weather or not, I brush my
Teeth enough to avoid
a three month toothache
I heard some one talking about
In the lunch room.
On the average day I spend
More time worrying
About things I cant change
instead of avoiding the
Things I can.
MB; Hah! Yes, Only the beautiful people use Tide.
You have a new Chapbook called Double Penetration with Ben Smith published by the unique journal Horror Sleaze Trash. I notice that on their site, it says it would make a great gift for grandmothers.
Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to say it would be a great gift for grandmothers who enjoy double entendres and mixed drinks, maybe at key parties?
RQF;Tide it is. Yep, double penetration is out into the void. Some of his poems, some of my poems, a drunk chicken on the cover...what's not to love? Grandmothers at key parties are better than life on other planets. Adult diapers are the new Mars mission.
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
January 10
Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith
Breaking story from The Desert News and Telegraph... Something's up Down Under: the Flanagan and Smith chapbook Double Penetration is just released through Horror, Sleaze, and Trash. Follow the link: http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/ But buckle up and be careful, Barbie has a chainsaw. Four hoofs up says the Camel.
camel telegraph . com
Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith
Breaking story from The Desert News and Telegraph... Something's up Down Under: the Flanagan and Smith chapbook Double Penetration is just released through Horror, Sleaze, and Trash. Follow the link: http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/ But buckle up and be careful, Barbie has a chainsaw. Four hoofs up says the Camel.
camel telegraph . com
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Having a few
“Some guys have all the luck”
Mark Zuckerberg
Is the youngest billionaire
Of all time,
Sitting on a smooth 65 billion,
Because he made us all
Think our lives are
a great news story.
I saw a guy last night
With no top teeth
punching a fat black woman
in her chest
Over half a
packet of cigarettes.
She was crying and saying
“bloody hell jimmy,
Ill give you a couple if you
Just let go of my hair, man”
In the kitchen
I cut out 200 stars
For my girlfriends
Grade two class
Im no saint man,
but believe you me
Id trade all this is in
For 0.001 percent of
That young jews cash
And at least one of that
Crazy abo’s ciggerettes
Right now,
200 stars in,
My hands are fucking
Killing me.
Mark Zuckerberg
Is the youngest billionaire
Of all time,
Sitting on a smooth 65 billion,
Because he made us all
Think our lives are
a great news story.
I saw a guy last night
With no top teeth
punching a fat black woman
in her chest
Over half a
packet of cigarettes.
She was crying and saying
“bloody hell jimmy,
Ill give you a couple if you
Just let go of my hair, man”
In the kitchen
I cut out 200 stars
For my girlfriends
Grade two class
Im no saint man,
but believe you me
Id trade all this is in
For 0.001 percent of
That young jews cash
And at least one of that
Crazy abo’s ciggerettes
Right now,
200 stars in,
My hands are fucking
Killing me.
Grabben and fucking you.
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy.
And when I see that n-gga Imma thank him. Imma buy his album, Imma download that.. Imma shoot a bootlegger!
That’s how good I feel about this…
Oww, I still can’t believe you got me this watch. The exact… I wanted!
Even with the bezel! this is the… I wanted. I saw this, I saw it,
Twista had this on in The Source. I remember, Twista had this on in The Source.
That’s right, that’s right! Yo yo babe, yo yo this is the best birthday ever!
Where you learn to treat a n-gga like this?
(Yeezy thought me)
Yeezy thought you well, Yeezy thought you well.'
100 years behind em
If there is one thing I love about my work, it's making these funny/obnoxious shop signs. I have been in countless shops & have to listen to un-educated lowballers make fools out of themselves attempting to get a tattoo. It's pretty insulting some of the things I have over heard...hopefully this will help out Jason Fancher out in Missouri get his point across!
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Photo shop
If for some reason you want uncompressed versions
of any of these, email me. And note, the above very cool pic
was taken by Digital Dan. There's a picture of him
somewhere else on this page, can you find it?
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Three Short Primal Grunts: The Poetry of Ben Smith
Double Penetration is a necessary book, something that safe readers and wannabe poets will hate. It cuts too close to the bone. It brings too many truths about ourselves, our family, spouses, friends and neighbours into the open light. It raises too many questions. It pushes too hard upon the boundary walls that polite society has taken so long to erect.
Thank goodness for authors like Ben Smith who put themselves out there as the freak in question – and make us feel better about our own freakish natures, which we so desperately try to hide from others. The poetry of Ben Smith teaches us that our imperfections are okay and that we needn’t take ourselves so seriously. These writings talk us down from our ledges, pry our fingers from the trigger and put knives back in drawers where they belong – they teach us to laugh at the absurdity and inevitability of life. They teach us that sometimes these fucked-up moments from home movie reels are “as beautiful/as we are ever/going to get.” They teach us to stop being fake with ourselves, our writing, and to just get up on stage, take in a deep breath and let out three, short, primal grunts.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
