An announcement
Every Tuesdays Nights Amateur Talent Night
Open To Performing Artists including: Musicians, Poets, Singers, Dancers, Stand Up Comedians, Actors, Or Anybody Who Thinks They Have A Talent.  Etc…
Fan Favorite will win a prepaid Credit Card.
Free Admission       8pm-12am
Come Early & Sign Up
Limited Seating Available
THURSDAY NIGHT OPEN MIC

Art Expressions has the pleasure to present in there Open [...]

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“TV Dinner, “A video from Simonscat

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A poem by Michael Stewart
- R -

When Alexander, Ares pride, detumefied,
Old Ares made his move across the sea.
There in his Roman home his modest rho
Changed into the sort of prurient P
You see in EAPLY LAPIDAPY LATIN.
Later, on its own two legs, R never let Mars rest.
It raped its way across the Rubicon with him
To Ireland, [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

When Luisa Tetrazzini and Nellie Melba met
There occurred the sort of precious set-to we ought not forget:
Both were booked at Covent Garden for a summer’s season; fame
Had not yet ruined Luisa nor was Nellie yet a Dame;
And neither of them threw things, and neither showed her claws,
Although [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters
deadended on a siding in Midway, Alabama,
stand 6.5 miles of RR cars.
covered in kudzu and time, they stand,
iron cheeks squaring their gothic mouths;
they are Southern and Serve the South
(hub-deep in red clay) this land,
this ekkyklema of southern drama.
still, it is Bike Week in Daytona,
and the Lady is [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

(for Merrill Rippy)
Yonder three nuns come trailing their tattered Latin,
And there a lady blue nimbussed, High Priestess of Grammar,
The freshmen are lost in autumnal quads of confusion,
The drunken Greeks lowing like cattle at bay,
False tallies are taken and totaled, vespers et matins,
The wrong books are ordered, the computer [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

The manhole circled in the sidewalk,
In front of North Hall Barracks which
Was in my day a dorm (the talking
Girls grown fatter, older, bitchy,
The leggy sophomores we boosted
To books, to bedrooms afterhoured,
Past time, past youth, past guards who glowered
Toward the boondocks where we boasted),
Is struck with [...]

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A comment from Stan
The clerihewvian experiment was quite a blast for us–such an outpouring of creativity and good humor and excitement. We could hardly wait to check email to see what new thing someone had created or to be prompted to a new burst of creativity ourselves. There were forty-two entries, all told, and even [...]

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- A -
In the Orient they say there was a tortoise
Swimming in the incoherent deep,
The world inscribed in runes upon his back.
The first of mankind watched it churning there
And read, they say, and knew it for a tortoise,
Knew himself for a man. Or else, they say,
Alef, sacred ox it was, first cause, uncaused,
Who bore [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters
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SWEET Lesbia, would you know the half
of all my pleasure when your husband laughs
delighted at your flyting and the flashing spite
that lights your countenance when we two fight?
watch out, my girl, your fat fool’s treasure,
I may absent myself and rob the only pleasure
he takes in both of us. [...]

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A suggestion from Stan
Add your clerihews as comments! Raucus up the town! We’ll front page ‘em at the end of the week.
As of 8:45 pm, THURSDAY, May 29, THIRTY-SIX carefully counted new clerihew plus SIX other quatrains of high merit have appeared! Keep ‘em coming!
Thomas Thornburg introduced himself here with “Ten Clerihew and Something Else.” [...]

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A video short
We haven’t done this in a while, but here’s the result of some less-than-thoughtful YouTube surfing.
Do enjoy.

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From Gene’s Notebook
…in a local club, two women and eight men sit around a table, drinking a lot of beer, all college people, some with Greek fraternity letters on caps; they’re part of the academic world, or were very recently. Friends all.
Then, in come two scruffy men, and one woman; they draw stares from the [...]

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A comment from Stan

It appears that Hillary Clinton’s presidential ambitions have come to their end, her protestations to the contrary notwithstanding. She still has a loyal base that will quite probably make a show of it for her in West Virginia, the Washington Post says this morning, but Obama is likely to win a larger [...]

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by John Goggin
Pat Buchanan
thinks that he can
still pontificate.
He should stay home and masturbate.
The Right Reverend Wright, when
he was told to sit tight, then
incurred public pillory;
although he has a life-long friend in our Lady Hillary.
Chris Matthews
discussing issues
always shouts.
I never know what the fuck he’s talking about.
Monsieur Colbert
finds himself quite “cher”.
As a master of smarm
I [...]

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From Gene’s notebook

…and there I am on my bike, corner of Boca Chica and Central Boulevard, looking at the $3.55 gas, looking at car upon car and truck upon truck, single person in each …. The heat builds, near 95 degrees; the southeast wind rips bank flags. Half the drivers in those cars and trucks [...]

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a poem by Eugene (Gene) Novogrodsky
Push and wind, up go the shutters,
Noisily, in Mexican shops, with morning sun building.
Young women, maybe some junior high, and
Then then pour water on the sidewalks,
Then, sweep it away … wetting gutters ….
Hit a button and up go the shutters in malls.
The women, maybe some high school, in suits,
Ready to [...]

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A poem by Patricia A.
Inspired by last night’s City Commission meeting (May 6, 2008)
The circus came to town and stayed;
it set out tent at City Hall.
Stubborn minds will not be swayed,
and elevated egos will not fall.
How do good intentions go astray?
And how do so-called servants have the gall
to make [...]

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a poem by Stan Raines
Here, for you, my lesson,
A turning of words
As light recedes:
The green has left this leaf
And leaves a fibrous web …
Here, do not guess at
That you would know:
Bend and see that
Which crawls at you
As if fleeing to the room,
Which races to you
As all would do
if they had eyes
as you do.
But the [...]

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A Poem by Kathy Raines based on a real incident
Laughing, trembling soldiers,
Longing, crying, drunk.
“Free them! Save them!”
Singing in their souls,
“Bring ‘em on! Bring ‘em on!”
Thrumming in their chests,
Home ones, loved things,
Burning in their minds.
Weary, worried saviors
Holler, raid and shoot at
Thankless, raging freed ones
Hiding in the night.
Bolstered with beer,
They stroll through the zoo.
Through bars in [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg
At the Goins Hotel in Gillette, Wyoming,
there is a sign right inside the door:
NO PETS
NO DOGS
NO GUNS
NO CREDIT &
no spitting on the floor.
Leaving the warbag, just in from the gloaming
We checked in with Dan & ordered a beer &
checked out the stories about yesteryear &
bought all a round & asked Dan [...]

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A Declamation by Stan Raines
I pledge allegiance to the Flag
of the United State of America
and to the people and co-signers
for whose constitution it stands
to which I do subscribe-
Battered old whore as she is
in and out of bed with slavers and churchmen,
taking in nine elder opinions for a quick feel;
yes, shrunken old Eunuch as it sits
beaten [...]

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A poem by Stan Raines
I see him, Lord of the Porch,
And all that he surveyed,
Weaving a web of words
From the old world,
The old, old world,
Raising again the cry
Of man against injustice
Of man against man,
And smack and smack and smack
The shaggy heads of school boys,
Errant bullies, and school men alike
With the All that had not changed
Not [...]

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A Poem by Stan Raines
Love, Love,
The weak sister
Must wait upon
Those who would love Love
But who wait upon
The things of love-
Who draw pictures of starry nights madly swirling,
Or build fortunes on the wasting of factory towns,
Or plot the downing of an unlucky race,
Or dance till morning in maddening circles.
So Love takes a day job,
To speed the [...]

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