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Perfectly Normal's

Twenty years after nine friends started a business, it's still going strong

Sam Holden John Berndt (left) and Rupert Wondolowski mine culture.

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Normal's Books and Records 20th Anniversary Party - Friday, June 18th

June 1st the shambling beast that is Normal's Bargain Cobbley World Books & Records turned 20. Down to four co-owners from 9 but still kicking cultural ass and taking names, although with our diminished hearing we occasionally have to have them repeat themselves: "Gore who?"



To celebrate this momentous retail achievement that survived two different Bush presidencies, crack cocaine and the menace that was unleashed by it swarming the streets of Baltimore and The Second Great Depression that...

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Shattered Wig News

My publisher, young Adam Robinson, the Howard Hughes of Baltimore, has informed me that the second printing of he Origin of Paranoia As a Heated Mole Suit has gone out of print. Such sweet mixed emotions. He has tossed enough copies into the garbage (no, recycling, he is a good man) to make me feel good about myself. But, on the other hand, my baby is gone! If for some odd reason, someone happens to hear about it and wants to check it out it will be no more, like tennis shoes that are...

And the Horse You Came In On, It Too Shall Be Ridden By Naked Julie Fisher

As sure as you can
find a clenched fist in
a barroom of sailors
I'm reasonably certain
Baltimore poet Julie Fisher
is somewhere having
sex right now.

Having crawled from
the coffin of Allen Ginsberg,
the most naked human
of the 20th Century,
after hunching on his
blissed out dormant form,
the gas jets of her
glandular expression
hit high and something broke
the off switch - leaving her
bare in musty warehouse
spaces, tiny tinkly cabarets,
even sun-dappled orchards.

Even as I speak
a masked man is
pulling some...

A Community of Poets, Open Mic Comedy Psychodrama and Babs the Roman Having a Serious Talk With a Table of Dongs

It had been a long time since I'd seen Mark Sanders. One of those deals where we lived two blocks away but never came out for the ice cream man on the same day. We used to each host a show at the old Astro Chimp Impact Crater on Charles St. where the Charles Theater expanded into and where Blaster Al and I got mugged together getting more beer for the Wig Night during intermission back in the badass old days of the early '90s. A gent merely shoved us into a dark alley, a concerned citizen...

Anything Pointed, Edged, Angled or Blunted

Passionately debated
second guessing
has caught a fire
poker to the forehead.

Discourses of the unsaid
fashioned from undressed
pine logs
washed in various
threat streams
smear low grade security screens

As a man wearing a
suicide vest calls
for more ice in his drink
and a gang in the remote
Peruvian jungle
kills people for their fat
- keeping the liquid
in little vials hanging
from their belts.

There was a time in
my neighborhood when
gangs were beating people
down for cellphones.
Debate ensued as to
whether it was...

Shattered Wig Review 28 Sneak Preview #2

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I've got it in my head to start a war.But I think my war could be a good war, a just war. A war of medals and brotherhood and good-natured cussing and yes trench-foot and shrapnel and tears but the trench-foot of dark infant glory, the shrapnel of stately limps, the tears of chaste nationalistic Teresas, of breath-taking panoramic landscape cast of thousands.In my war all troop formations will conform to the Golden Ratio.In my war all...

Shattered Wig Review 28 Sneak Preview #2

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War

I've got it in my head to start a war.But I think my war could be a good war, a just war. A war of medals and brotherhood and good-natured cussing and yes trench-foot and shrapnel and tears but the trench-foot of dark infant glory, the shrapnel of stately limps, the tears of chaste nationalistic Teresas, of breath-taking panoramic landscape cast of thousands.In my war all troop formations will conform to the Golden Ratio.In my war all...

Shattered Wig Review 28 Sneak Preview #2

WAR


I've got it in my head to start a war.
But I think my war could be a good war, a just war.
A war of medals and brotherhood and good-natured cussing and yes trench-foot and shrapnel and tears but the trench-foot of dark infant glory, the shrapnel of stately limps, the tears of chaste nationalistic Teresas, of breath-taking panoramic landscape cast of thousands.
In my war all troop formations will conform to the Golden Ratio.
In my war all bombing targets will be chosen by the I Ching.
In my war ...