Tag: Poetry

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Oh, yeah…Frey!

I knew there was something I wanted to blog about recently. The Frey guy and his fictional memoir, A Million Little Lies, or something like that. Glad to see Oprah ripped him and his editor a new one over it. Reminded me of the poetry debate we used to have over “fiction in the first

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R.I.P. Peter Conti (aka Peter of the Earth)

I hadn’t seen him in a few years, drifting apart when we moved to Virginia and never reconnecting after we returned, and had no idea he was sick, much less dying. He missed his 30th birthday (today, Saturday) by one day. I’ll always remember the carefree Peter who let it all hang out when the

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I’ve Been Infected

(Actually, a few days ago, but work’s been kicking my ass this week.) This is the blog version of a chain letter Salomé “infected” me with. The point is to state 10 random things about yourself and “infect” ten others. Here we go… 1) Despite the former poetry series, editing Buzzscope, and my apparently good

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On The Shelves: 11/23/05

Support GOOD Comics! Try something new EVERY month! Ugh! Another Wednesday already? I’m so behind…on everything! My weekly look at select comic books being released tomorrow, 11/23/05. The full shipping is list available at ComicList. [NOTE: Not all of these titles will actually arrive in all stores. If your LCBS offers a pre-ordering service, be

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Depression?

“Depression” is a strong word that I’ve always been loathe to use in reference to myself, but there’s times when I can’t really think of anything more appropriate. I occasionally hit these deep, extended lulls where I feel unusually anti-social and totally overwhelmed by life. The overwhelming side of things is often self-inflicted as “keeping

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COMMENT: On Snobs and Good Comics Shops

I hate snobs. Of any stripe, really; literature, movies, music, TV… I hated them in the poetry scene, where snobbery usually takes the form of condencension towards anyone who was popular and/or topical, without necessarily being the finest craftspeople. I hate them equally in the comics scene, where superhero fans are looked down upon like

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"How Are You Doing?"

“Why Haven’t You Called?” “Did you get my email?” “When are you going to hang out next?” “Come on! It’s only for a few hours!” I get some version of one or all of these questions all the time, and the same way people don’t really mean “How are you doing?” when they ask, “How

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Like a bad penny…

Me and poetry, together again for the first time in ages! Tuesday, October 25, 2005 @ 7pm Barnes & Noble Bookstore 3105 East Main Street Mohegan Lake, NY 10547 Helping Zork bring poetry to Westchester. Cover: FREE! This is right near where I graduated High School, so I’m paranoid I’ll bump into someone I once

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INFO: CBC Update

The jury’s still out on CBC v2.0, but some recent developments have added a couple of unexpected twists to the plot, so this is sort of an update/brain-dump for future reference when real life isn’t quite so hectic. Development #1: Out of the blue, about a month ago, Erech Overaker asked me to contribute a

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On Writing

Just emailed the first draft of my comic book story to Erech, the artist putting the aforementioned anthology together. Second draft actually, as I handwrote (!) the first draft during lunch last Thursday and did a lot of revising while typing it up. I like what I’m trying to do with it, but have no

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