Showing posts with label frank reardon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frank reardon. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Saturday, December 29, 2012
In the year 2012
in the interest of transparency...
DONATIONS AND CHAPBOOK SALES
$1632.38
these motherfuckers are funding the revolution
gold frickin star level – over $300
Victor Schwartzman, Brian Fugett
bronze statue level - $100+
James Babbs
when you stick 5 bucks in an envelope or paypal a quarter of a hundred... it helps
round of applause, goddammit level – $5 or more
J. Claudius Cloyd, RC Edrington, John Swain, Nathan Moore, Lynn Alexander, Frank Reardon, Frankie Metro, Clay Phillips, Carl Miller Daniels, Catfish McDaris
doesn't want to know how fast she's going broke
idiot level - ???
Michele McDannold
let's also not forget all those people that traveled to the events on their own dime. believe it or not, all poets will NOT do this. in all honesty, if we had that kind of money- those guys aren't the ones we'd be paying. so for the broke-ass motherfuckers who make it happen, somehow, you guys rock...
EXPENSES
here's the thing about me and receipts. From the time I started this list to the time I finished, I found a pile of receipts under some other stuff on my desk of stuff and lots of other stuff. Dig? Looks like I started keeping them around the month of may.
Here's what I had on hand anyway--
blogtalk
468
usps
186.37
ink
137.26
web hosting/registrations
136.28
paper, tape and shit
80.89
venues/tables
75 (just what LU paid)
480 (Fugett paid)
ads, music, other fees
59.95
other stuff.. bought a toner printer, sent some adopt-a-poet money out, gave away a bunch of free lit, mailed out a shit ton of mailers.
if i forgot someone or something, i'm sorry. it's a lot to keep track of.
luvluvluv
and MANY THANKS!
DONATIONS AND CHAPBOOK SALES
$1632.38
these motherfuckers are funding the revolution
gold frickin star level – over $300
Victor Schwartzman, Brian Fugett
bronze statue level - $100+
James Babbs
when you stick 5 bucks in an envelope or paypal a quarter of a hundred... it helps
round of applause, goddammit level – $5 or more
J. Claudius Cloyd, RC Edrington, John Swain, Nathan Moore, Lynn Alexander, Frank Reardon, Frankie Metro, Clay Phillips, Carl Miller Daniels, Catfish McDaris
doesn't want to know how fast she's going broke
idiot level - ???
Michele McDannold
let's also not forget all those people that traveled to the events on their own dime. believe it or not, all poets will NOT do this. in all honesty, if we had that kind of money- those guys aren't the ones we'd be paying. so for the broke-ass motherfuckers who make it happen, somehow, you guys rock...
EXPENSES
here's the thing about me and receipts. From the time I started this list to the time I finished, I found a pile of receipts under some other stuff on my desk of stuff and lots of other stuff. Dig? Looks like I started keeping them around the month of may.
Here's what I had on hand anyway--
blogtalk
468
usps
186.37
ink
137.26
web hosting/registrations
136.28
paper, tape and shit
80.89
venues/tables
75 (just what LU paid)
480 (Fugett paid)
ads, music, other fees
59.95
other stuff.. bought a toner printer, sent some adopt-a-poet money out, gave away a bunch of free lit, mailed out a shit ton of mailers.
if i forgot someone or something, i'm sorry. it's a lot to keep track of.
luvluvluv
and MANY THANKS!
Labels:
2012,
brian fugett,
carl miller daniels,
catfish mcdaris,
cly phillips,
donations,
frank reardon,
frankie metro,
In The Year 2012,
j claudius cloyd,
james babbs,
john swain,
lynn alexander,
michele mcdannold,
nathan moore,
rc edrington,
the literary underground,
victor schwartzman
Thursday, December 20, 2012
New Book by Frank Reardon from NeoPoiesis Press
Nirvana Haymaker
ISBN 978-0-9855577-7-5
180 pages
$16.95
5.5"x8.5" perfect bound, paper
Buy it at the publisher NeoPoiesisPress.com,Amazon.com,
Barnes & noble.com (pretty soon) & other book sellers
they make great New Years gifts, Christmas gifts,
or just plain old gifts.PICK ONE UP,we are a hungry bunch!
Here are what others are saying about the book:
"Read Frank Reardon at your own risk. He'll open your heart with a corkscrew and leave you wide-eyed and longing for more...these are goddamed excellent poems."
- Dan Fante, author of Chump Change, Kissed By a Fat Waitress and Mooch
"If you have any feelings left then the poems in The Nirvana Haymaker will disturb you. Not because there's something wrong with them but because what of they reveal about Mr. Reardon's depth of personal examination. There are precious few who are writing with such honesty these days."
- RD Armstrong, editor & founder of Lummox Press
"Frank's poems are honest and moving documents from one human to any other with the ear and heart to receive them. They do much to remind me it is important to try and be truly alive in this, our time upon the earth."
-William Taylor Jr., author of An Age of Monsters
"You're sitting in a dark room, alone, washing down Valium with coffee, wishing you could see the stars through the dirty window; instead, you see a reflection of yourself, the lines on your face heavier, the life in your eyes drained. You hope for something better: a better girl, a better place, a better you. Cigarette smoke cuts the bitterness for a second. You squint, through the haze, trying so hard to see something in yourself. The heater brightens the room when you take a drag. There's nothing left. May as well write about it and hope to hell someone comes along to share your coffee and your life, making those damn lines mean something more than just empty scars."
- R L Raymond, editor, Pigeon Bike Press
"Frank Reardon presents the self, suspended, stepping away from moments to observe their context, attentive to unusual details, emerging changed in the face of them. He remains the poet in the “pause” of his earlier collection, Interstate Chokehold, but readers will find that his world has changed: his influences more accessible, his connection inextricable, less transcendent.
His is now a quieter agitation- a processing, toward more stable ground. The Nirvana Haymaker reveals an evolving poetic, candid and confessional as before, but tapping into new psychic territories where his imagination is given a more confident liberty."
- Lynn Alexander, editor, Full of Crow Press
Frank Reardon's poetry is high-voltage! It's like when my brother stuck a screwdriver in an outlet to see what it would do and it did. Reardon's words change who you are and your perception of the world as you know it forever. Get ready!
- Meg Tuite, fiction editor of The Santa Fe Literary Review
Monday, December 17, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Radio Series: Bill Gainer. November 26, 2012
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Sunday, November 18, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet: Brian Fugett. November 19th, 2012
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Radio Series: George Wallace. November 12, 2012
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Thursday, November 8, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Radio Series: Meg Tuite. November 8, 2012
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Monday, November 5, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Radio Series: Aurora Killpoet. November 5, 2012
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Monday, October 22, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Radio Series: RD Armstrong. October 22, 2012
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Monday, October 15, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Radio Series: Neil McCrea. October 15, 2012
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Monday, October 8, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Poetry Series: Maria Gornell. October 8, 2012
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Monday, October 1, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet: Rob Plath. October 1, 2012
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Monday, September 24, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet: Jeffrey Cintolo interviews Frank Reardon. Sept. 24, 2012
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Monday, September 17, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Poetry Series: Paul Corman-Roberts & Lynn Alexander. Sept. 17, 2012
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Sunday, September 2, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Poetry Series: Murphy Clamrod. September 3, 2012
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
The Point and Purpose of "Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet"
The Point and Purpose of "Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet"
from Frank Reardon
I've tried to explain the purpose of this series—live on the show—several times, but i failed. As we approach season two, I will explain my reasons for hosting this series.
Those who know me very well, know I tend to shy away from doing such things. I am not a big fan of hearing my own voice, hence why I have not listened to one of the shows in archive other than the first one, so I could make sure it came out good. I'm also not a fan of seeing myself on youtube reading poetry, etc. That being said, a while back I read "Voices of the Lady" by an old Venice Beach poet named Stuart Perkoff. Perkoff eventually became one of my favorite dead poets.
The voice of the lady, being 'muse', made me start to think of how I could give back to the muse. Maybe that sounds dumb to some people, but I really wanted to give back to it, not because I see it as something spiritual or religious or philosophical, but because it has some sort of odd and deep meaning to me.
I buy the books of the living writers when I can afford to, and I still asked myself how I could give back, to put something in and find something positive. Because let's face it, in the art world there are a lot of double dealings, drama, and back-handed conversation, though, that has and never will keep me from doing my own work. People will be people, I guess, whether with art, in the line at the post office, or working for McDonalds.
Then I started to look at my bookshelf, the stacks of books on my tables, under tables, etc. I thought to myself damn, I really like a lot of different writers and styles. I seem to like language writers like Berryman, Hart Crane, Creeley, and Olson as much as I like narrative writers like Bukowski, Fante, or Celine. The same could be said with my liking of Kerouac, Li Po, Jeffers, London, Muir, and Gary Snyder. It is the same for a lot of the living writers that I know personally, or know through the internet, or have had the pleasure of reading with... people like John Dorsey, Will Crawford, Jason Hardung, Rob Plath, Scott Wannberg, Iris Appelquist, and April Michelle Bratten, etc. I have found myself equally blown away by them all, but I still thought how could I give back to the muse?
Since times are hard, I tend to read dead and living poets online first to see if I like four or five pieces before I ever purchase a book. If it clicks, I buy something. I still see the debates flame on in the realm of the internet world. I guess they'll still be debating the shit one million years from now—who's good versus who's bad. Even though I agree there is bad writing (a lot of it), it's still art, and it's a personal choice, is it not?
Anyhow, I started talking with some of the people from The Literary Underground and "Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet" was born. The purpose of it is not to showcase one writing style or philosophy (like my bookcase). The purpose of it is to bring together all the different styles of writing. My only prerequisite was that the writer has books, or a book from a publisher other than themselves, or the publisher had a name going for them in the small press world.
The title of the series, "Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet" is a lot like my bookcase, a lot of different things to pull off the shelf, a lot of different highs, different adventures. Anyone who has ever done drugs, knows that moms have an excellent 'bookcase' of highs in the bathroom cabinet.
This show is the only way I can give back to the muse. People helped me a lot when I was struggling to find my voice. People gave me a chance to publish in their journals or publishing house. People bought my books, set me up at readings all over the country. People gave me couches and food at their homes while I was in their towns giving readings. So, I figured if I can help connect some of these people to other people, help them sell books, help their name grow, even if by a fan or two, then, I have helped the muse grow, even if just a little bit. Sure, this all might sound corny, and like I said I don't expect some sort of "blessing" from the muse, but what I do and always have believed in is the old saying "What goes around comes around." I don't think I have a sense of duty, or a sense of entitlement. I'm not delusional—I know it is blogtalk radio. But, the funny thing is, we have only two to four shows a week running at the moment, and yet we have had over 3,000 listeners this month. People are listening. People are connecting. For what it's worth, that makes me happy. Whether it's language, haiku, narrative, truths, etc. is of no concern to me. Connecting and growing beyond the “me, me, me” and putting out good writing is what concerns me. Moving this culture away from "stupid is cool" is what concerns me. It's not the books they're reading, or not reading, it's that they're reading, again.
from Frank Reardon
I've tried to explain the purpose of this series—live on the show—several times, but i failed. As we approach season two, I will explain my reasons for hosting this series.
Those who know me very well, know I tend to shy away from doing such things. I am not a big fan of hearing my own voice, hence why I have not listened to one of the shows in archive other than the first one, so I could make sure it came out good. I'm also not a fan of seeing myself on youtube reading poetry, etc. That being said, a while back I read "Voices of the Lady" by an old Venice Beach poet named Stuart Perkoff. Perkoff eventually became one of my favorite dead poets.
The voice of the lady, being 'muse', made me start to think of how I could give back to the muse. Maybe that sounds dumb to some people, but I really wanted to give back to it, not because I see it as something spiritual or religious or philosophical, but because it has some sort of odd and deep meaning to me.
I buy the books of the living writers when I can afford to, and I still asked myself how I could give back, to put something in and find something positive. Because let's face it, in the art world there are a lot of double dealings, drama, and back-handed conversation, though, that has and never will keep me from doing my own work. People will be people, I guess, whether with art, in the line at the post office, or working for McDonalds.
Then I started to look at my bookshelf, the stacks of books on my tables, under tables, etc. I thought to myself damn, I really like a lot of different writers and styles. I seem to like language writers like Berryman, Hart Crane, Creeley, and Olson as much as I like narrative writers like Bukowski, Fante, or Celine. The same could be said with my liking of Kerouac, Li Po, Jeffers, London, Muir, and Gary Snyder. It is the same for a lot of the living writers that I know personally, or know through the internet, or have had the pleasure of reading with... people like John Dorsey, Will Crawford, Jason Hardung, Rob Plath, Scott Wannberg, Iris Appelquist, and April Michelle Bratten, etc. I have found myself equally blown away by them all, but I still thought how could I give back to the muse?
Since times are hard, I tend to read dead and living poets online first to see if I like four or five pieces before I ever purchase a book. If it clicks, I buy something. I still see the debates flame on in the realm of the internet world. I guess they'll still be debating the shit one million years from now—who's good versus who's bad. Even though I agree there is bad writing (a lot of it), it's still art, and it's a personal choice, is it not?
Anyhow, I started talking with some of the people from The Literary Underground and "Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet" was born. The purpose of it is not to showcase one writing style or philosophy (like my bookcase). The purpose of it is to bring together all the different styles of writing. My only prerequisite was that the writer has books, or a book from a publisher other than themselves, or the publisher had a name going for them in the small press world.
The title of the series, "Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet" is a lot like my bookcase, a lot of different things to pull off the shelf, a lot of different highs, different adventures. Anyone who has ever done drugs, knows that moms have an excellent 'bookcase' of highs in the bathroom cabinet.
This show is the only way I can give back to the muse. People helped me a lot when I was struggling to find my voice. People gave me a chance to publish in their journals or publishing house. People bought my books, set me up at readings all over the country. People gave me couches and food at their homes while I was in their towns giving readings. So, I figured if I can help connect some of these people to other people, help them sell books, help their name grow, even if by a fan or two, then, I have helped the muse grow, even if just a little bit. Sure, this all might sound corny, and like I said I don't expect some sort of "blessing" from the muse, but what I do and always have believed in is the old saying "What goes around comes around." I don't think I have a sense of duty, or a sense of entitlement. I'm not delusional—I know it is blogtalk radio. But, the funny thing is, we have only two to four shows a week running at the moment, and yet we have had over 3,000 listeners this month. People are listening. People are connecting. For what it's worth, that makes me happy. Whether it's language, haiku, narrative, truths, etc. is of no concern to me. Connecting and growing beyond the “me, me, me” and putting out good writing is what concerns me. Moving this culture away from "stupid is cool" is what concerns me. It's not the books they're reading, or not reading, it's that they're reading, again.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Poetry Series: Scott Wannberg Tribute Show. August 27, 2012
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Monday, August 20, 2012
Your Mother's Medicine Cabinet Poetry Series: Rebecca Schumejda
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