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Noah whips out this fan favorite and wails it with the awesome Three Daves Band at Make Music NY 08.

http://www.ted.com Chris Abani tells stories of people: People standing up to soldiers. People being compassionate. People being human and reclaiming their humanity. It's "ubuntu," he says: the only way for me to be human is for you to reflect my humanity back at me. Author: TEDtalksDirector Keywords: Chris Abani TED TEDtalks talks humanity stories Nigeria poet poem libation Africa apartheid Added: July 22, 2008

http://www.basschronik.com Author: recordingbass Keywords: ceza basschronik undergraund westside sagopa kajmer chorweiler porz mode xl pit10 sansar da poet türkçerap fuat killahakan kreuzberg darmstadt mainz lennestadt hamburg ghetto german rap hip pop bas istanbul orontez eskisehir antep türkiye magazin show time eko karakan seeberg siegen kreuztal silah gangsta süperstar insan aşk sevgi ayrılık china russia russland japan deutschland usa newyork australien sidney new age krieg welt world blood 50 cent 2pac kurşun tarkan ayben kolara ihtilal hayki Added: July 22, 2008

so/ okay/ skaterboy/ you want to know if you can be a fucking poet, too/ the memories will pull you by the sleeve/ riding downhill on concrete fast/ scabs and blood/ and war/ balance, baby, balance/ we are all so unusual dressed entirely in black/ what other color is there/ to be inside/ it's easy to believe you can stretch yourself back all the long way to desire/ or/ desire is all you know in the stretching/ you would kill to have it/ to taste it/ to know what it might have been/ desire always just inches from sherman's reach/ sherman pleading/ gimme gimme/ even his fingers are inadequate where masturbation is the norm/ they've started wearing t-shirts that say masturbation is not a crime/ i do not tell them what to wear/ i do not tell them what to do/ i do not tell them what to make or how to make it/ i do not tell them what to write or what to paint or what to suck on for that matter/ i do not tell them what to film/ all i usually say is knock my socks off/ usually, they do/ it's enough/ it is hard as rocks, that/ i do not supervise anyone/ do i look like suzy schoolmarm to you/ get a clue/ they do what they want to do/ they fuck with whoever they want to fuck with/ i am not the moral police/ i would be badly cut out for it/ i don't have a problem with how it works/ you want them supervised/ then you do it/ i'm not interested/ i just rock and roll with them/ it's enough/ loving them is fucking difficult because they are, too/ that is exactly how alive they are/ now you know/ they are always fucking one another and then denying it/ like/ i care/ supervise them/ are you out of your fucking mind/ the boys i know/ live with/ live without/ can't live without/ can't live with/ love/ fistfucked unrimmed in prose/ thoroughbreds/ wisdoms/ insight/ little of these and those/ for whatever they're worth/ penitence/ obituary/ fire of genuine epic narrative/ who knows/ get this, jack/ most of them were born in 1993/ everything else is history/ don't blink/ blink/ sucez juste mes petites chiennes de gros robinet karmababies/ it's not my theme song/ it's their theme song/ i begrudge them little/ who am i to dictate to anyone anything about a musical icon/ icons only are/ maybe i do begrudge them their youth some/ youth is not iconographic/ it just gets older/ i do not share their anxiety around their lack of passage in the world/ we don't share that/ i have experience in spades/ sherman and his writerrage/ to le boys tho karma/ is like sooo retro/ nicolas/ pascal/ joroen/ thierry/ henri/ laurent the whore/ jos/ kilian the confused/ aron/ georges/ michel/ jules and his cherry/ francois/ jordaan/ andres the constantly assaulted/ nino sooooo boticelli caravaggio in his dripping wet dreams/ eavan/ conor/ joris/ feel the pain, sherman/ sherman/ sherman in his needs so bad to get laid/ baby/ let me shine for you/ i'm holding on your rope/ got me ten feet off the ground/ and I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make you sound/ the dull buzz of blood flies/ is that all sherman ever smells/ yes/ how many lives have you lived anyway/ alexie/ boy/ one/ i'm holding on your rope but you're just another lost and found/ we listen to your weeping but it just goes 'round and 'round/ you tell me that you need me/ then you go and cut me down/ but wait/ you tell me that you're sorry/ didn't think I'd turn around, and say/ i wanted to know you/ but karma's a trip now/ sherman melting away in tangled gazes/ cock swollen hard/ aching/ slick with precum/ seeks experience/ i'd take another chance/ take a fall/ take a shot for you/ and I need you like a heart needs a beat/ it's nothing new - yeah yeah/ i wanted to love you/ but karma's a trip now/ you're the flame/ i keep runnin' back to you (back to you)/ i feel the pain/ i keep runnin' to you thinkin' that somethin's gonna change/ but now that the story is over/ i m turnin' the page/ baby you're history/ there are other boys standing in line sherman/ who want me/ bad/ then there's one who leaves me standing still/ alone/ okay/ breathless/ my eyes to the sky/ he wanted to love you/ boticelli/ nino fabriano has been breaking down and busting up the barriers again/ i suppose i could always run/ or pass him off as a fucking girl/ i will love him instead of you, sherman/ you will/ yes/ watch me/ i will/ you will/ we all will/ i loved you with the fire red/ now it's turning blue, and you say/ "sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you/ but I'm afraid/ it's too late to apologize/ it's too late/ i said it's too late to apologize, it's too late whoa/ his was a riding through the shattering/ nino thought he would be a poet too/ writers are the worst/ the boyz make these grand announcements/ beating their meat beating their chests/ hormones like heroin/ most of which i ignore/ as tomorrow will be another announcement/ another chest/ another life they will live/ they will be doing something else/ just as grand/ other lives/ it's what i do/ life-to-life/ the cat/ the war/ the abridged alexie/ exclamations everywhere/ longitude/ latitude/ open-sesame/ a poet/ okay/ whatever, nino/ we're all here with our skateboards just painting your nakedness anyway/ how many lives/ i told you/ caravaggio/ even in his own lifetime caravaggio was considered enigmatic, fascinating, rebellious and dangerous/ he burst upon Rome like an eruption/ it hurt/ it ran thick like lava/ cum everywhere/ our tender lips burning with it/ smoking cigarettes/ setting off burglar alarms/ everyone's a fucking poet/ the inside of your throat, sherman, coated with such honey/ sweet/ little bitch/ i knew that the american poet scene would have to be different from the insular world of mainstream publishing and it is/ nino seems dangerous today/ whose discontented eyes befriend the lightning bugs at sundown/ and the faint labial smell of him and his thin sweat emerging from the goat barn has some milk to it/ the warm kind of milk girl babies suckle on/ poetry is, too, the venom i speak of/ sherman behind such curtains/ we can't fill your emptiness/ hamlet/ we tried/ you are too destitute/ the wheat/ the wind/ the burying/ the poet wanting lifting up/ nino whose imagination whispers at my throat shimmering sequins like the secrets of a ill-furnished whore/ baby you're history/ how could you go/ right when I needed you/ you never showed/ the love that I'm always showin' to you/ now you know that I'm gonna leave you/ you're tellin' me no/ 'cause it's gonna hurt you/ feelin' so cold/ i wanted to know you/ but karma's a trip now/ you probably shouldn't have left me standing alone/ i wanted to love you/ sherman will shit on him for sure/ sherman/ shits/ on everyone/ you can't take it personally/ his shit is half-rations at lent/ living far away in exile one forgets/ just how small and mean any art scene can be in america/ i should be the last person on the planet to lose touch with that reality/ i think i lose touch with it/ because/ i want to lose touch with it/ there's still this big part of me that wants any art scene i get involved with/ to simply live and let live/ do not bore me/ and do not drown the work of other artists with a smothering sea of judgment/ poetry therefore gravitates towards the action of the mind/ and fits most comfortably/ too comfortably which is the fundamental problem with poetry/ into the uncomfortable gasp and gap between the senses and sensation/ finger pointing/ high and mighty moralisms/ other artists/ other writers/ other poets/ everyone hates everyone/ and i wonder how it is people can work in a place so saturated with such tight-fisted snarl/ i would fistfuck sherman squirming/ but/ he's just freaked out is all/ get myself an alibi while i'm there/ sherman's satisfied crazy stuff/ and why is it that someone else's work can't simply be observed/ or experienced/ or read/ without all the paranoia and fry bread hate that creeps into it/ why is it that especially other artists get so bitter and jealous over what other people make that the attack has become the thing that stands out as if it were a performance art in and of itself/ why is there such a ghetto mentality/ minority thinking/ if i pull so and so down -- the enemy and the enemy lists -- i can elevate my own lowly totem pole status/ roaches crawling up to the top of the pile of roaches/ crawling over corpses/ king of the insect hill/ and why is it that american writers especially revert to some bizarre evil bitch queen mode when they see work that threatens them/ another guy steps in the way/ putting the guns back inside their pants/ you got me, tim/ i do not know/ and i don't get it/ and i don't want to get it/ i want to do my thing/ and that isn't changing sherman alexie's diapers/ darkens the sky the color of blood/ and then be left alone/ but no/ fistfucking sherman bent over little doggie better focus on himself get thee to recovery/ locked/ the alarms set to subsistence/ just wake me up when it's over/ so then it's the fight that becomes the muse/ ho hum/ i am so bored by her here we go again/ i'm not really a token/ shut the fuck up, sherman/ wow/ like i am so impressed with spit/ pissing in her panties and wearing her mommy frowns/ an american cartoon whose screams get the dramatic attention required as she denounces everyone in sight/ you and you and you and her/ all the bad people/ ignites combat when she can/ seeing that none of us baaaaaaaaaad people quite measure up to her inflamed sense of contrived tribalisms/ so pouty in the little room/ uncurled/ eros aims his arrows for the heart/ but there is no heart/ only a vacuum where black just pulls you in/ she denounces tribalism/ and if you can believe that/ didactic authority/ wiggles his squeaky ass all over hollywood/ spoiled little boy/ the chief drag queen of the stage/ laments on and on/ drones endlessly/ the other drag queens aren't really drag queens/ they're just men in drag/ where she/ her highness/ is what makes a legend most/ the fur or the fur flies/ the real drag queens/ being more authentic/ sharpening their nails like knives as sharp as razor blades/ and then i find that the man is anything but unique/ and in the small almost microscopic world of poetry/ the fangs come out as if vampires could only make the sound of a vast sucking of someone's blood who had dared knock on the castle's door/ is anyone home/ sometimes immortality/ needs fresh meat/ to live forever/ meanwhile/ the homebodies crawl into my Parisian bed/ seeking comfort/ i am the innkeeper/ and i/ the fool among the goths and vandals/ pretend/ my instruments and hoisting might move them/ even closer/ the boys i know/ live with/ live without/ can't live without/ can't live with/ love/ fistfucked unrimmed in prose/ thoroughbreds/ wisdoms/ insight/ little of these and those/ for whatever they're worth/ penitence/ obituary/ fire of genuine epic narrative/ who knows/ what labial milk runs like a river through my dreams/ i wanted to know you/ but karma's a trip now/ you probably shouldn't have left me standing alone/ i wanted to love you/ karmababies/ sooo fucking retro/ perhaps masturbation is a crime after all/ in the end, i am compelled to teach them everything/ even death/ maybe especially death/ so/okay/ skaterboy/ you want to know if you can be a fucking poet, too/ the memories will pull you by the sleeve/ riding downhill on concrete fast/ scabs and blood/ and war/ his was a riding through the shattering/ scratch the sun's eyes out with your fingernails, sherman/ balance, baby, balance/

So you would make a poem of it. That is what this is, yes. Les gar ons et les filles de l'incr dulit . Warning. Warning. The film you are about to see is an account of several daze. Fantastic and unreal. And then there was the summer we three discovered the theocratic sacredness of one another. A hierarchy of descent. Into an ominous composure. Unsusceptible mourning in a grief that only slips away like all the blood that time can bear. Escaped into our voices. Lighted dimly. Tenderness in withdrawing. Dragging our sleep like bones into the sun. Low tide and the inlets of the three of us. You shuddering on a man. Me. Impatient. Delirious. Mad. Blind. Remembering a mosaic. Dark tongues of silent invulnerability. Endangered forlorn hope scratches itself defaced under a whiskey sky. The three of us and the falling off. Devoid of tears and swollen with lament. Even our sorrow was a grave. Pinto and roan. Who could miss us. Soporific in our bloodshed. The two of you were ghosts and I was evaporation. Our perfect wings and shot glasses could turn us upside down. In what places does the wind become impunity. The whispers crack and winter arrives as does solemnity. The confirmation of denial. Oh, but we did want it to work even if it could not. Three. Be bound. Or sober even. Absurdity is reasonless. There was no wherefore and no why. No wisdom in conceit. No imbecility in sheer bravura. Only drive. The two of you my ballast and my stone. You must phrase the murder of the self with a pseudonym. Pressed against my vacant crossings. Sustained by stoicism. Not every myth is an alias. The mirror's rather salient farewells leave no marks, no bruises, only scars. Spilling but a Paris seed on heroin nights so black panic and her rooms could not articulate his stolen name. Warning. Warning. The film you are about to see is an account of several daze. Fantastic and unreal. So you would make a poem of it. That is what this is, yes.

MODERN MALADY. FIRE WORKS. STATE VS. PEOPLE. VULTURE CULTURE OF THE STATE. BIT OF PLATO. BIT OF NIETZSCHE. THE VOID IDEOLOGY OF CONTEMPORARY ORDER. Americans, I mean the citizens of the United States of America, not the people of ununited other states like Mexico, Chile, Canada or Argentina even though they also are Americans because of geography, you know, just like Japanese, Chinese and Indians are all Asians, and as Welsh, Italian and Bulgarians are Europeans, however they continent they are in doesn’t really give much definition to their different cultures. Anyway, the good people of this country widely known as Americans celebrated the annual commemoration of their declaration of independence from Britain on 4th of July.... READ THE REST HERE SEE THE FULL QUALITY VIDEO HERE... 9

Americans, I mean the citizens of the United States of America, not the people of ununited other states like Mexico, Chile, Canada or Argentina even though they also are Americans because of geography, you know, just like Japanese, Chinese and Indians are all Asians, and as Welsh, Italian and Bulgarians are Europeans, however they continent they are in doesn t really give much definition to their different cultures. Anyway, the good people of this country widely known as Americans celebrated the annual commemoration of their declaration of independence from Britain on 4th of July...READ THE REST HERE

alex the poet the musical restaurant 13.7.08

Zork & Sweetie spent Friday night at 11pm on line at an Apple Store to get a 3G iPhone. Yep, Zork loves his new sexy G3 iPhone and Sweetie will groove on Zork's old phone..... but SHEESH.... sync bugs, MobileMe bugs, and Calendars with NON matching colors. Oh, but the new hidden voice dialing feature is GREAT!!!!

i knew there was something old about you when we met in the catacombs of paris/ not that you neatly fit anywhere/ certainly not into time/ they say some people have an ancient soul/ you were an actor and a witch/ juggling us/ like a pair of burning torches/ pantomime/ dance/ music/ chants/ the striking of sticks together/ to release the surplus animal spirits/ birth/ hunting/ war/ death/ stick twirler/ we know that elaborate processions were common in mesopotamia/ the egyptians have images of you on the walls of tombs/ itinerant minstrels traveled through Sparta/ rome imported you/ to entertain/ troops/ the prince/ an emperor or two/ circus curcus/ eating fire/ and swallowing/ but we both know you can do much more than that/ those are only tricks/ seeing that most of you had risen up with all your magic from the dead family ashes of bones and slaves/

Prose about loneliness and dancing with a refrigerator door from my Baldheaded Poetry series. Distributed by Tubemogul. Cold Dance Partner by Jolie Blond 05/19/02 Saturday night and I'm dancing with the refrigerator door because when I'm happy I have nothing else to dance with. Realizing this takes all the fun out of dancing with the refrigerator door and the music in my head stops and I shut the refrigerator door. Wide awake at one o'clock in the morning on a Saturday night and no one to talk to, nowhere to go. I have a vague recollection of a life more exciting than one a.m., music in my head dancing with a 'frigerator door. I fought my way up out of the mud, off of the street, out from under that homeless bridge for this? For sanguine safety? For shelter from the gates of twilight? For a banal and benevolent place to store up food? I had access to women when my life wasn't as safe, as predictable, as sheltered from dark what ifs. The Street taught me ferocious respect for the present, the moment, and women were attracted to that ferocity. Let me tell you, if there's any doubt in your mind, a refrigerator door is a cold dance partner. Author: marquisdejolie Keywords: arts dance dancing loneliness marquisdejolie poem poetry prose series Added: July 11, 2008

Alan Charles Live at NTA Thanks Giving and Reconciliation Service Author: charliebwoyo100470 Keywords: Gospel Poet Spoken Word Preacher Added: July 10, 2008

http//:www.sophiabalestri.com This is the teaser of the novel A Story from the Infinite , by Sophia Balestri.Author: Vervolte Tags: story infinite sophia balestri poet art nature love passion sensual literature poetry forrest flower magic beautiful quill french history romantic eternity Posted: 08 July 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

I speak about a poem of Stanoslaw Grochowiak. The TV film made by Ewa Zadrzynska. Uploaded with the film author permission.

Dave tears it up with the band The Three Daves at the Make Music New York Festival

A POEM MADE OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN IMAGES AND WORDS. FACIST ≠ FASCIST! Automatic writing is a surrealist trait to disempower the oppressive reign of logic in our thought system. Logic and common sense resulting from human perception can never represent the irrational, unorganised reality itself. I took a stroll in Soho, New York and came back with this footage on which I speak an automated speech. SEE THE FULL QUALITY VIDEO HERE...

Beat off to a different drummer.

Oh. Got it bad. I'm as restless as a poet on a string. POST NOTE: Found this in drafts and decided to post it now - regardless of the strange summer timing. Appropriate to recall winter @ the beginning of summer. Formats available: Quicktime (.mov), Flash Video (.flv)Tags: faux_press, valentines day, valentine, valentines, restless, spring fever, poet

Torill Kove * The Danish Poet * YouTube Screening Room

http://www.twelveshinynickels.comAuthor: danbialek Tags: twelve shiny nickels comedy show interview jessica artist poet singer dancer renaissance woman eclectic snowflake Posted: 27 June 2008 Rating: 5.0 Votes: 1

The Buffalo had the great pleasure of performing at the Bowery's Make Music New York presentation. We were thrown up in front of the place with a mic and commandeered the band who was on before us; I think you'll agree we made the most of it!

World war three cannot be won, as there will no survivors. Tuli imagines the worst in this cartoon and song from the Fugs Final CD part 1.Author: tulifuli Tags: Tuli Kupferberg Fugs atom bomb world war three antiwar pacifist money business beat poet hippy '60s anarchist Posted: 26 June 2008 Rating: 0.0 Votes: 0

Café Letterario delle Erbe - Wednesday, June 18, 2008 @ 7:30-8:30 pm [20-0829] Genoa, Italy This third episode of Radio Free Genoa Poetry was also broadcast “live” from the Piazza delle Erbe in the heart of Genoa where my engineer and recordist Andrea Orlando and I set up outside the Café Letterario delle Erbe to play some [...]

A FUKIN BANGER!!!!!! Author: BLAQXMAS Keywords: BLAQ POET DJ PREMIER Added: June 25, 2008

Purchase the full DVD at: www.poets.org/dvd The Poet's View offers unprecedented access into the life and work of some of America's finest poets. These films are warmly insightful portraits recorded in the personal setting of each poet's home and at various locations. The Poet's View offers an up-close invitation into the day-to-day life of the poet and an opportunity to hear poems read by the author. The series was produced by the Academy of American Poets with generous assistance from the Wallace Stevens Fund. The director/producer was Mel Stuart, whose credits include the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and many critically acclaimed documentaries. The full series is available on DVD, and includes portraits of John Ashberry, Louise Gluck, Anthony Hecht, Kay Ryan, and W. S. Merwin.

Purchase the full DVD at: www.poets.org/dvd The Poet's View offers unprecedented access into the life and work of some of America's finest poets. These films are warmly insightful portraits recorded in the personal setting of each poet's home and at various locations. The Poet's View offers an up-close invitation into the day-to-day life of the poet and an opportunity to hear poems read by the author. The series was produced by the Academy of American Poets with generous assistance from the Wallace Stevens Fund. The director/producer was Mel Stuart, whose credits include the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and many critically acclaimed documentaries. The full series is available on DVD, and includes portraits of John Ashberry, Louise Gluck, Anthony Hecht, Kay Ryan, and W. S. Merwin.

Purchase the full DVD at: www.poets.org/dvd The Poet's View offers unprecedented access into the life and work of some of America's finest poets. These films are warmly insightful portraits recorded in the personal setting of each poet's home and at various locations. The Poet's View offers an up-close invitation into the day-to-day life of the poet and an opportunity to hear poems read by the author. The series was produced by the Academy of American Poets with generous assistance from the Wallace Stevens Fund. The director/producer was Mel Stuart, whose credits include the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and many critically acclaimed documentaries. The full series is available on DVD, and includes portraits of John Ashberry, Louise Gluck, Anthony Hecht, Kay Ryan, and W. S. Merwin.

Purchase the full DVD at: www.poets.org/dvd The Poet's View offers unprecedented access into the life and work of some of America's finest poets. These films are warmly insightful portraits recorded in the personal setting of each poet's home and at various locations. The Poet's View offers an up-close invitation into the day-to-day life of the poet and an opportunity to hear poems read by the author. The series was produced by the Academy of American Poets with generous assistance from the Wallace Stevens Fund. The director/producer was Mel Stuart, whose credits include the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and many critically acclaimed documentaries. The full series is available on DVD, and includes portraits of John Ashberry, Louise Gluck, Anthony Hecht, Kay Ryan, and W. S. Merwin.

Purchase the full DVD at: www.poets.org/dvd The Poet's View offers unprecedented access into the life and work of some of America's finest poets. These films are warmly insightful portraits recorded in the personal setting of each poet's home and at various locations. The Poet's View offers an up-close invitation into the day-to-day life of the poet and an opportunity to hear poems read by the author. The series was produced by the Academy of American Poets with generous assistance from the Wallace Stevens Fund. The director/producer was Mel Stuart, whose credits include the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and many critically acclaimed documentaries. The full series is available on DVD, and includes portraits of John Ashberry, Louise Gluck, Anthony Hecht, Kay Ryan, and W. S. Merwin.