I haven’t written a poem in your likeness for some time.
I tried. I took the broom and beat the cobwebs.
Lit one hissing cigarette after hissing cigarette,
Let a dish fall to the floor, a porcelain scream.
I let the quiet shattering happen but could not eek it out.
Then I thought of this. You the young mother,
a knotted belt at your waist, slim and attractive
in photos. Your teeth gleaming and straight
like a string of pearls...
29. July 2013
V.B. Price's weekly collection of appreciations and observations.
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A journey of self-discovery through the center of the earth.
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Eric J. Garcia
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Don’t think about what’s inevitable, give it corn.
Give it a pint of cow dung, give it your underwear.
Not everything that’s inevitable is
You think the world’s coming to an end, give it the finger.
After all you’re not killing anyone, you’re not executing.
You’re just commenting. You have a right to choose what you say.
I’ve come back from the costume of my past & I’m inevitable.
And I’m not causing a little girl with flaming arm crying for help
to face the future you’ve given her: the power-mongers who
stick money up their ass & fart gas, are —
causing this war against the spirit, this war against the Earth
this war against the god of my parents...
19. July 2013
Margaret Randall takes us on a journey of culture, class and history in the Big Apple.
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V.B. Price talks with poet, author, photographer, feminist and social activist Margaret Randall. They're conversation covers the meaning of feminism, International Women's Day, the patriarchal power structure and the importance of listening to the next generation of feminists.
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With a name like the Burque Bastards, one has to ask not only what are they all about, but should I trust anyone who is a self-proclaimed bastard?
I might be biased, but the answer is yes, these are the bastards you’re looking for.
In the spring of 2012, Diego Gomez and I began meeting after class to discuss our recent screenplays over a couple beers. This quickly became our favorite day of the week. We loved having an avenue to share our love of writing. After a few meet-ups, our number began growing steadily. Soon we were large enough to do table reads (each person reads a different character’s lines) for each script and provide critical feedback to the writer. This was how the Bastards were born...
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30. July 2013
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