Category: Albany
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weeklylizard: Vintage Books launches Weekly Lizard, a new mobile-enabled website for fans of mystery, crime, suspense, and thriller fiction. New York, NY (June 22, 2011) – Vintage Crime/Black Lizard, the leader in quality paperback crime fiction publishing, today launches Weekly Lizard, a content-driven, mobile-enabled site featuring the latest-breaking news and features from the…
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Poem By R.M. Engelhardt. June 2011 Poem “Burn” In Red Fez
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Ian Curtis put an end to his life the night of May 18, 1980, two days before the roadshow to the United States. The lead singer of Joy Division played “The Idiot” of Iggy Pop in his pickup and hung himself in his kitchen in Macclesfield, leaving a short note: “This moment I would want…
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THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMYIS YOUR GOD MY FRIEND Oh Dear GodOh see how they bleedOh Dear God, my Lord. Oh Dear GodOh see how they pleadOh Dear God, my Lord. My Lord;Who we wait forScream forOn the battlefieldsOf every war Antagonist. Protagonist. Oh thy Lord, You uponOur side Their side. No questionsNo explanations AskedOr…
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WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD Where are you now? Uncle? Poet? Walt? Old man, child of the Long Island Free verse son of America, Teacher & government work-man? “Human – Being” Citizen Man… Mind of the spirit Spirit, in the flesh Where have you gone? Disappeared Now a ghost Among the leaves, The rest. Uncle, I…
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End timesEndgame The Mayan calendar, Prophets, sages & warnings “Fuck it” Cause all this was all once just “bible prophecy” & science fiction,& all of that crap that people talked or laughed about When they got bored, drunk or stoned. But they,Were all wrong. “Wrong” And our world our times our peopleDid all this stupid…
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IN THE CHURCH OFCOFFEE AND SMOKES “And now, Let us all pray” Ex-hale. Does anybodyHave a cigarette? Let’s all talk about your day, Light up simultaneously. Oh Lord,I need more sugarIn my coffee And not that artificial Crap Confession; One on one,Let’s all talk aboutAll of your sins, Smiling. No hail Mary’s, no regretsFor our…
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The Aesthetics Of Anger When said the moon to the stars in the skyA small boy was born upon the day his mother diedUpon his 30th day did also riseAn only son in September. And when he was young and death did followHim like a bird and left him hollowAt five & twelve & 13…
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THE RAIN POETS It seems that all the rain poets Are weeping again tonight, In words, that rain down In buckets. The living, once more pretending To be the dead, the waiting and Wanting of it, just above their heads Like false prophets. The art of Voices & rants As all of the dark clouds…
