April Is National Damn Near Everything Month!
Happy National Grilled Cheeseand Everything Else Month A Blog In Two Parts Part 1 April is National Poetry Month! I mean, so what. It’s also International Pet First Aid Awareness Month. And Amateur Radio Month. And Alcohol Awareness, International Cesarean Awareness, Couple Appreciation, Emotional Overeating Awareness, Fresh Florida Tomatoes, International Customer Loyalty, National Card and Letter Writing, National Garden, National Kite, National Pe...Read more
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug Human beings occupy a strange space on this testicularly shaped planet--dangling around at the top of the food chain but still, ourselves, completely edible. What’s up with that? We can build rockets and help elderly people cross the street and other kind and ridiculous things, but in the end we’re still freakishly composed of raw hamburger, red beef broth, and cracked bone. I find that shit terrifying. If you think about it hard enough your head will begin to blister on the inside and your nerves will start hallucinating horrif...Read more
Are These Tortilla Chips Free Range?
Apologies to all you loyal blog readers for not posting anything new last week. My computer died last Wed while in the middle of printing something, the bits of which weren’t coming out so well—perhaps caused by the death throws. The way the goddamn printer was acting before the old machine took its last breathes I’ve taken to suspecting foul play. I have the last page it ever coughed out right here in front of me. A mess of ink splots and wrinkles and unrequited guilt, with a few lines left legible near the bottom that go something like: no hold on a minute I’m cool with that I mean, I’ll try it as long as you don’t mind my dick smelling ...Read more
My Gang Will Get You
My gang will get you. -Jim Morrison The Fucking Doors This week’s poetry blog is a Spotlight blog. (Shit! I’m watching Buffy season 4, the episode where Oz comes back after curing his werewolf-ism only to find that it’s only uncontrollable around the only girl he’ll ever love. I got distracted for a minute. Huge love scene that doesn’t happen in the front bits of a pickup truck. Willow goes back to her girl...Read more
Meet theUnreal
Last week I met theUnreal. They are: mumbles, the Dust, and The Dunce Apprentice. It was fucking litereally one of the best shows I've ever seen in my life. You'll be reading more about them in Illiterate, later, down the road. I'm planning an interview, a statue in the park dedication ceremony, a goddamn parade. But until that happens I asked them to send me a quick bio, introducing themselves to the Illiterate nation. They graciously obliged: we are theUnreal pop rocks in your mouth. a quiet orgy. mumbles. dust. a dunce apprentice. your bathtub. your whis...Read more
Then We Will Fight In The Shade!
I got a lot of requests this week to write an assignment blog, so here we go: Then We Will Fight In The Shade! One of my favorite movies to have playing in the background when I'm writing in a pissed off mood/treading the jello rope bridge of the kind of nervous breakdown where one can feel their bones puking as the sentient bile tunnels, looking for its way out, beyond skin, is 300. Damn right. There's a look in Gerard Butler's eyes that he manages to pull off, that not only scares the piss out of his enemies, but also cuts to the frenzied heart of poet...Read more
Two Don't Miss Poesty Events
Anyone who's browsed through the poetry submissions on the website lately will in no way be able to articulately disagree with me here: people are writing some really great stuff. If you’re in the Boulder/Denver area this month there are a couple big readings going on that are going to be featuring a big chunk of the writers who’ve posted their work on illiteratemagazine.com. I suggest you swing by and check them out. Event Of (this month’s) Century #1 Friday March 13th Monkey Puzzle Press (literary arts journal founded by Nate Jordon) will host a poetry reading in the Shambhala Hall at Naropa University. The show will include an acoustic ...Read more
Long Lives the Exquisite Corpse
Long Lives the Exquisite Corpse Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you've felt that way. --Charles Bukowski Everything's so goddamn lonely. It's funny. I've been feeling it lately, more acutely over the past few...Read more
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My Bottle Opener is MIA
My Bottle Opener is M I A aka Welcome To The Poetry BlogsAll right then. Here we are. This is the spot where we'll all sporadically check in every once and a while to electronically yap about poetry. I run a weekly open mic/poetry reading on The Hill in Boulder, and we end up doing a lot of this stuff; all night discussions about words, the shifty power of words. We talk about who we're reading, who we should be reading, what we're writing about and what we should be writing about. We bitch about everything that's ever been wrong with poetry and glorify the elegantly degenerate bastards who acually get it right.That's sort of what I've got in mind for what we'll be doing here. A space for di...Read more
Welcome To The Illiterate Poetry Blog
My name is: Robert Richard Eugene Geisen. You can call me Rob. My life pt 1 took place on a farm in Springport Michigan. Constantly surrounded by flat mountains of space, I began obsessively playing the guitar when I was 15 and started playing in bar bands a couple years after that. I lived rent free in a trailer shaped house that my family built on the edge of a corn field when I was a wee little baby. I made money playing in bars and giving guitar lessons, stuff like that. I majored in classical guitar and music theory in college. I dug cats, not dogs. Heavy Metal, not Disco. Twilight Zone, not Murder She Wrote. Turn off's = yard work and Reba McEntire albu...Read more