My Reading

[Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You.]

Maurice, tell us what time is the reading, and what is the address of the college? Any other information you can give us? I have posted it as an event in Axis Mundi.

[Meels]

Give us the link as soon as it is on youtube!

[Meels]

Maurice, do you know what building you will be in?

[RandomAnthony]

Yes, have a great time, Maurice!

[[deleted user]]

That's awesome, Maurice! I wish you well. Can't wait to see the taping.

[[deleted user]]

Maurice, you are a total fucking media whore. When's your interview with Larry King anyway? I hear he likes to play footsie under the desk. (I mean your feet on his varicose veins.) Best of luck anyway, Paris.

[Kelly]

Aw, I wish I were home in CT that week! Good luck!

[Meels]

I think he meant David, musta been a Freudian Slip?

[[deleted user]]

:) cool maurice
will look forward to the link

rock connecticut (ha-that's funny)

[[deleted user]]

OK. I'll own up. I've earned that bitch. I'm eating it right now with a side of slaw.

And, Maurice, Larry King would be the luckiest suspender-wearing cadaver on earth to be interviewing the likes of you. You may be a media whore, but you're my media whore, dammit.

[Meels]

I think I'm gonna cry!

[Howard]

Nice. Hope it goes well, with maybe a groupie or two coming out of it.

[Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You.]

::::watches the man love and considers slagging off in the other room:::

[[deleted user]]

if you can read it
go for it

it's one tough ass poem
excruciatingly real

i'm guessing in the same tradition as plath's daddy poems?

the imagery is vivid and you will get some people squirming and looking at you like you are a pathological killer-if they don't get it

by the way-this is not self promotion so relax on that-i love critiquing writing

[[deleted user]]

Maurice, if I don't see you on youtube reading "Rap Scallion," expect to receive a warm, semi-solid, corn-pocked turd in the mail from me (postage due). That's a threat, or a request; take your pick, compadre.

[[deleted user]]

Um, I guess so. Wanna play Legos now?

[[deleted user]]

moxie---love it

i take back all that white rasta shit

fuckin moxie---blieieck

please tell me you put that stuff in your dreads

[[deleted user]]

Seriously then, I am in love with the phrase "tom cruiser." I do like the Pussy poem a lot actually. It reminds me of golden-age Cure lyrics. But with less yelping and foundation. I give it two thumbs up, way up!

(Now can we play Legos?)

[Kim]

Moxie breath is the worst

[[deleted user]]

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

[[deleted user]]

haha

sorry i couldn't resist

there's a tradition

sylvia deserves her props

[[deleted user]]

Gerts,

Come play Legos. I've got the Sith Lord playset.

[[deleted user]]

oh yah
and aretha is the queen
and tina while proud and hot isn't
and bouncy...er beyounce should know that
and show some R E S P E C T

i'm just sayin

[Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You.]

Good shit Maurice, you're gonna rock it. I updated your info on the link, bra. Peace out.

[[deleted user]]

Double Stuf? You even know when you're supposed to spell things incorrectly.

(Of course, I got 'em in stock. I like to de-wafer one side of two Oreos and then fuse the white caulk-like filling, thus making it a Quadra Stuf Oreo. What do you do with the discarded wafers? Dunno. Drop them in a landfill? Give them to the poor and needy? Mail them to Rwanda?)

[Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You.]

build a sculpture out of them, shellac the fuck out of it, then sell it for thousands of dollars.

[[deleted user]]

OK, good idea. When I'm finished, would ya like to buy it? I'm thinking about calling it Shortbread Ennui... or Stufless Doubles. (Hey, it's more interesting than Cy Twombley.)