Sunday, November 28, 2004

Quotations

"The function of freedom is to free someone else."
Toni Morrison

"If you give freely there will always be more."
Anne Lamott

"I used to drink to drown my sorrows, but now they have learned to swim."
Frida Kahlo

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Good lord!!!

What up my poets! Just thought I would send a shout from the other side of the globe...NZ is more beautiful than you've been told. I love it. Worry not...the writing has come, slow but it's coming, and I will post when I get a chance...

And you better believe the drunkeness has been on going. Kris and I got drunk at 2 pm the other day in the back seat of the car while Sara drove...we had to, the cork on a bottle of champagne flew off, almost decapitated me. We had no choice to but to drink it all at that point. Needless to say, we had fun. HA HA HA! DPS DPS DPS! Love ya'll.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

A Classic Hadji Nothingness Poem

Winter in the City

Lately, the downtown
theater is the best ticket
to paradise I've found.

Dad argued with the pastor
the other day.

Mary, the 83 year old tenant
is back in the hospital.

Sister is lonely, she drinks
coffee alone in European cafes
and really, so does everyone else.

I can hear friends laugh
in Tuscan, Texas, Boston,
and down the road. But we
hardly laugh together anymore.

Even if I could travel
where would I go, and what about
responsibilities? Could I go someplace
and leave my umbrella behind?

I really don't want my camera anymore,
it sterilizes life. The strap
on my satchel broke, and I rarely
play guitar.

Mom plays caretaker for children,
and elderly, and rarly has a chance
to talk or even be alone.

Work leaves me too tired to cook
and why cook good food
when it is just me at the table.

A bottle of wine
still tastes better with a friend.

The phone rings mostly to sell
me services and magazines I don't
want, but I buy them anyway.

And central district ice rink
finally opened so
I went to skate, not
realizing people don't wrap
their necks in wool anymore,
mittens keep hands warm
not the touch of a friend
or a lover linking arms
while people just skate,
individually, together but
alone in circles around
the frozen downtown pond.


I need to clean this up I think.
Thoughts, take, leave, change?
More images? More senses?
Love you all,
Hadji

Monday, November 15, 2004

Drunk Poets' Society

Drunk Poets' Society

Check this out:

http://www.sorryeverybody.com/

one drunken poet.
ps I'll get some poetry up here some time-

Wine Poem

Lets put it this way, the winemaker is now dating a sommeilier (almost, she has one test left). A little funny and scary to have a date who will come over to your house. Do you pull your wine off the shelf? Which one? How do you give your wine to a sommeilier? Oh dear... if I ever has butterfly in my stomache; maybe it is the same way for a poet to date an editor?


The Wine Tasting

At the Syrah table
a crowd began to gather
as the sommeilier told friends
the history of the grape. Suits,
ties, and tight dresses
asked well how is it made?
She looked at me and said,
"he's the wine maker,"
so I explained fermentation
and oak and blending,
scientifically and they began
to follow us through numorous wines.

We were a duo with the Chianti
while glasses filled with rich
estate wines and we pinned weighty
wines to the floor like only
a sommeilier and a winemaker could.

The Merlots were like walking
in a luscious green park after
a late evening out, laughing,
at a joke a wino would make
when someone asked,
"What is a meritage?"
A wine that deserves and award,
and they chuckled, a result
of recent "analysis"
of this wine's terroir and bouquet.

By the Cabernet's we explained
how to adopt a terroir from
the humane society and that bouquet
refers to flowers, not wine, and it
was then, we realized, recieving
the final dregs of the bottle,
we needed some air. Away
from the small crowd,
outside we found a bench,
cold in the November evening air
and tugging on our coats, she
leaned into me as moved toward her
and we both knew the history
and making something that
could never be cellared.

Monday, November 08, 2004

I'm out of here

For those of you who don't know...I am moving to New Zealand on wednesday morning. I will be gone for about six months, and I don't know how often i will be able to email or post anything as of yet. But keep this thing going, cause when I can, I will want to come and check up on what you guys are up to. I miss you all, and love you all very much. I can't wait to see you when I return.

FYI

DPS, I love seeing us toss around the ole political pigskin here. Jack cought some of the e mails that where flying around about the election. He threw some thoughts down I thought you may take interest reading. PEACE- one drunken poet

From Jack:
I'll toss this into the cauldron.
I'm drawing on John Stuart Mill here, but that ain't all bad.

What MOST disturbed me about this election WAS the emphasis on moral values. This is extremely dangerous, perhaps mostly because it appears to be such a good thing. "YAY, the country finally cares about moral values." No, this says that the country wants the government to care about moral values and to make them into law. History shows the destructive results of that kind of thinking. Moral values and the debate over such belongs in the citizenry--in the pubs, the schools, churches, on street corners, around the kitchen table. The gov't is there to make sure every single citizen is given full citizenry. This vote revealed that even citizen is not to be granted full citizenry. Only those whose "moral values" are of a certain ilk, are to be given such. For example, I am in favor of gay marriage. However, even if I were opposed I would have to vote against the ban because this is a DEMOCRACY and a democracy is by nature inclusive and by nature grants full rights and privileges to one and all. Even if I were against gay marriage, I would maintain my position in the public forum and know better than to impose my moral values through law. And I hope I am not this selfish, but if I were selfish at all, I would hope that I was intelligent enough to realize that if this precedent is upheld, then I have sanctioned any moral value that obtains a majority of backing to be made into law. Good god, history has surely revealed what can happen if we are that naive as to think, "well, this is the
US, and that would never happen here." It would be wise to assure that it would never happen here.

Sad, very sad along the Lakeshore and feeling that I have failed in my 34 years of trying to teach critical thinking.
Jack

Sunday, November 07, 2004

A broken heart must beat on

Hear hear to mr. John Leahey! Seriously guys...11%??? What the fuck? That is bullshit. We have the power to revolutionize this country. Think about it. There are a shitload of us young voters. If we would just vote, and I mean really vote, not just register because some hot bitch in a tight tank top asked us to as we were dragging our fat asses around town, I mean seriously go to the polls, and expel the energy it takes to shade in one bubble, punch out one fucking punch hole, draw one fucking line, or do all that and take the time to lick a God Damned envelope and send it in absentee, then we would RUN this country. Old people vote...but most of them are dead by the time the next presidential elections come around again anyway...middle aged people vote...and politicians listen...in fact that's the only people they have to listen to! But if we just voted...we have the potential to be the largest voting populace in the United States of America...plus, we have the unique advantage of being the voters who (as a generation, I can't say the same for myself) look to be alive and here for most of the future. If we all voted...if even a majority of us voted...every fucking politician in this country would listen. From your podunk little town's mayor, to the Damn President...they would all put their ears to the train tracks and listen, listen, listen. Then they would be scared as shit, and then they would do what we asked! We would have a TRUE voice.

It is not too early to start telling your friends to vote again next time. There will be more elections in 2 years...don't let anyone tell you they aren't as important as this last one. Fucking vote. Vote like you will die if you don't! And while you are at it...maybe at gun point if you have to, get a few other non voters to vote too! Look, the people we put in power decide how our children's (those will come eventually as much as we want to put it off now) education looks, they will decide what our economy does, they will decide what our environment resembles (if anything), what cars you drive, where you live, who you love, where you vacation, what you read, everything! It's fucking important, vote vote vote! And please don't wait until the next elections with their negative add campaigns, and rich bourgousie politicos, and intelligent language to come around to impress upon people that voting is important. The sooner people realize it is necessary, the more likely they are to vote. The more likely they are to not be deterred by small unpleasantries that come with the electoral process.

Oh, and one more thing...if you didn't vote...you better not fuckin let me know. And if you do let me know...don't you dare throw some shitty ass excuse at me like you don't like our political system, because not participating in it will not help your cause at fucking all, and don't give me some bullshit about being underinformed or undecided...cause that is your God damned fault and your fault only. If you are old enough to vote, you are considered a contributing adult to our society. If you are not voting, you are just plain irresponsible. Truth is, even if Kerry had won, I would still be horribly dissapointed in the young voting turnout. I am sick and tired of being part of a lazy, selfish generation. Just vote. Just care about your future. Please.

We are Damn Lucky

Poet Folks of the Universe,

I'm not sure why it has taken me so long to post on here, but I do know I could use more poetry in my life (who couldn't?). I'm bummed I had to miss the DPS reunion being in NC and all.

Anyway, I've been working on a few poems, so expect a poem on here soon.

This blog is so fabulous; I can't wait to read more poems that people are writing, to be reminded of the dungeon everyday. Thanks to Dan and Katie and everyone else for getting this idea off the ground.

-Phil

Friday, November 05, 2004

greetings, dear poets

Greetings, Dear Poets--

I've finally made my way onto this place.

Between swarming my ways in out of the halls of high school these past few months and enjoying the good mountains, I've found the time to read this deal frequently, but neglected to post.

This blog does such a good thing. I'm making my students create blogs. And, let me just say, with the way I was feeling all day Wednesday--I loved coming to this site to read something good, to hear frustrations and anxieties, to read a few poems along the way, to sustain.

One thing I've kept saying to myself this is how lucky we all are to have been exposed to the good--to the dungeon--to always have that place to go back too.

We're damn lucky.

Will and Dan--loved hearing about your patriotic brill in Holland. Just classic.

love,

alicia

lesson of the day

i feel like i'm trapped in the twilight zone... let me explain. sorry this is a bit long, but i need to vent and i think you can all benefit from what i'm learning, so bear with me a read it all.

most of you know i'm in my first semester of grad school at roosevelt university in chicago. i'm taking a class called 'literary magazine production'. the class of 13 is serving as the editorial board of this year's Oyez Review, to be published this winter. in the past few months we have logged in over 350 submissions, most of which is poetry containing 3-5 poems each. 90% (at least!) has been awful. we have read and commented on them all, met in genre groups and discussed, narrowed it down to about 17 poems, 7 fiction pieces, and 1 nonfiction piece, ranked each genre according to quality so we could take the top pieces for the issue and have a few backups depending on page length in the final manuscript. we have exactly 96 pages to fill, 8 of which are artwork and must fall exactly in the middle of the magazine because we print them on higher quality paper.

so that's the background. now picture this, 14 students and their professor spend an hour and a half discussing the order of the magazine. somehow, without too much argument, they create an order that works both thematically as well as mathmatically, even putting all two page poems on facing pages. no easy task. the very next day the author of the non-fiction piece, the longest piece of the issue at 17 pages, and arguably the strongest piece of prose, notifies us to say the piece was simultaneously submitted and has been accepted elsewhere.

problem solving #1. via email conversations we replace the piece with the next ranked fiction and 3 poems, reordering only slightly to fit the new pieces into our well planned out format. i spend 3 hours of my sunny tuesday afternoon putting the entire thing into layout, print it, my professor makes copies for everyone, and wednesday we all begin proofreading.

thursday (yesterday) we receive an email from the author of our final and strongest poem saying it has been accepted elsewhere, and while he was tempted to not tell us he's gotten in trouble for that in the past, letting his pieces be simultaneously published. who does that? and now what do we do? problem solving #2. after more email, we concede to ending on the previous poem and expanding the contributors notes to fill the blank page.

friday (today) we receive another email, this time from the author of our first, most upbeat, and second strongest poem saying it has been accepted elsewhere. problem solving #3. we are living in the twilight zone.

moral of the story? we are changing our policy to say in big big bold print, WE DO NOT ACCEPT SIMULTANEOUS SUBMISSIONS. and for those of you who will ever submit your writing for publication... don't ever do this to a publisher. ever.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Another DPS

We received this email a few days ago:
hey folks, i happened on your web site and was surprised to find another group operating as the drunk poets society...i used to live in portland, or, and one of my favorite pasttimes was going to a weekly reading at a dive bar there called the yamhill pub called the drunk poets' society. what a small world. are you aware of the portland dps? where are you guys based? are you still operating? carry on, in any case.
Justin: as far as I know, nobody here is aware of the Portland DPS, but we always welcome new drunks, poets, and friends.

We were started in Holland, Michigan but are now mainly active online.

Leave a welcome message for Justin!

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Its all been heard before

DPS,

I'm disappointed in the youth vote turnout; actually I'm disappointed in a lot of things - possibly the four more years. But those who spoke before expressed that poetry can be conducted in a bipartisan fashion. None of this donkey vs. elephant struggle.

I wanted to make sure everyone is aware of the numbers from youth voter turnout. Only 11% of young registered voters turned out at the polls this year, which is ridiculous. That's 11% of all registered youth voters, just imagine if the entire 18 to 25 population registered then voted? We'd probably go to school for FREE!! 11% is NOT poetry. When was the last time you got an 11% on a paper? The nation as a whole is getting a D, at around 60%.

President Bush is going to have his hands full this term. The never-ending war in Iraq, threats of terrorism, and rising unemployment. There will be attempts to pack the Court from the Right, while the Left is going to be sleeping on the senate floor to barricade legislation. Yes, if Kerry were elected he would have faced similar battles-

The next few years we need to participate more in our elections. Politics has become more mainstream but we fail to take part. Everyone has heard this before, but this is what our founding fathers fought for our privilege that can be taken away-

ONe Drunken Poet EleCt.

PS.
I imagine many of you voted - but talk to your friends and family members out there that didn't. Tell them what's at stake. These next few years are going to be of great interest to everyone.


Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Happy November 2nd!

Today is election day, possibly the first for some of you, or perhaps possibly the first of which you will choose to excercise your wonderful right to vote. Get off your drunken asses and go vote, I think most of you know who I would prefer you vote for, but I would rather you vote period than not vote. Seriously, sober up long enough to go down to the polls...it's one of the most important rights you have been blessed with (through the long hard work and suffering of those before us). Excersize it! If you don't vote, don't let me find out about it...I will be more than upset. Besides, you get a cool little sticker, who doesn't like stickers??? Then tune in to the news tonight to find out who are next president will be, actually you will probably have to wait till tomorrow morning, or if we have another 2000ish type election, maybe we can wait until 2006 to find out who will be president. Either way, I hope that everyone who stops to enjoy a sip of the poetic justice that flows from this site has at least one vote that is counted today (those of you who claim to have already voted absentee, your vote wont actually be counted until about 5 pm or later this evening). And if you do vote, go out and congratulate yourself with a nice drink of choice...you deserve it. Maybe try putting it on Leahey's tab. Happy voting everyone. Much love from the passionate poetic political junkie...

N E W S F L A S H ! ! !

Drunk Poets Cry Out For Bi-Partisan Poetry Party

Routers--This morning out of Holland, MI, spokesperson Dan Morrison and his DDs (designated drinkers) Will Ziegenhagen and Andrew Kleczek provided a peaceful and poetic message in Centennial Park.
"On this election day the most important rights need to be exercised, the right to vote--and the right to drink," Morrison began. "And after we vote, we celebrate with drinking games and poetry readings in homes and street corners across America."
Ziegenhagen continued with the Drunk Poets Society's plans for a "poetry readin, beer slammin', peace-making, political partying Tuesday night--or in the case like 2000 elections, we drink till the vote comes in." Kleczek remarked on how that may go for a week to three months. The Drunk Poets Society also seeks donations for the American Liver Society with proceeds of beer sales at the party at their new lake Michigan mansion built with the incredable sales of Red Hat Wine in St. Clair Shores MI.
The event rules were followed as Morrison rapped to Kleczek and Will's beatboxing. If the Democrats win a state drink. If the Republicans win a state, drink. If "Kerry" and "Flip Flopping" are used in the same sentance, drink." If either the green party or the Libertarians win a state the case must be finished immediately. The rules went on until Kleczek passed out. He later commented that he drank too much Red Hat Wine before their performance at the rally.
Tonight the party will continue at the Dead Poets Society Estate on top of the dunes. See you there, drunk and poetic as always.