Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Bronx Boogie (Poetry Of A Nymphomaniac)

Muscle milk
thick base
freckle face

a sweating heart
express beats
bodies alluvion
soaked skin

here we go again
ready for east coast swing
brother magnify the sun
abducted differing dances
you hood boy
our room became the Savoy

snake hipping
side way dipping
shimmy, shimmy rump shaker
into rhumboogie aloft mattress
broken in by a backed up
Bronx woogie break down

asphyxiate long enough
to capture zephyr
arrest in fetal seat
goodnight baby
I'll come again...

© 2010 Lepadah

From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 6:53 AM
Posts: 9544

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Jan 10 11 07:44 PM

hot and beautiful. sings, read aloud.



Monday, December 27, 2010

Teena Marie - Casanova Brown (Live) R.I.P (Rest In Peace)

New York City omg "Baby It's Cold Outside."

Baby It's Cold Outside

I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

C'mon baby

I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

Baby it's cold outside

Brr its cold...
It's cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well... I really shouldn't... alright

Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again...

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Michael Geffner

Michael Geffner December 23, 2010 at 9:15am
Subject: Jan. Calendar of Events
Thursday, Jan. 6
The Inspired Word's OPEN MIC Night!
15-slot open mic (open to any type of artist, 5 minutes apiece)
Special Guest - Lythion Music
One and One
Nexus Lounge
76 East 1st Street
Manhattan, NYC 7pm

Thursday, Jan. 13
The Inspired Word One-Year Anniversary All-Star Extravaganza
Scheduled Features: Patricia Smith, Willie Perdomo, Oveous Maximus, Steve Colman, Vanessa Hidary, Rico Frederick, Simply Rob, Osagyefo, Jane Ormerod, Jane LeCroy, Thomas Fucaloro, Ocean Vuong, Jamaal St. John, Tahani Salah, Gemineye, B. Yung, Brian Dykstra, Sean Patrick Conlon, Erica Miriam Fabri with Robin Andre, Advocate of Wordz, Eliel Lucero
(Le) Poisson Rouge
Gallery Bar
158 Bleecker Street
Manhattan, NYC 6pm (early start time!)

Thursday, Jan. 20
Crime Fiction Night with authors Thomas H. Cook and Bruce DeSilva
12-slot open mic (open to any type of artist)
One and One
Nexus Lounge
76 East 1st Street
Manhattan, NYC 7pm

Thursday, Jan. 27
Featured Poet: jessica Care moore
12-slot open mic (open to any type of artist)
One and One
Nexus Lounge
76 East 1st Street
Manhattan, NYC 7pm

John Travolta Saturday Night Fever You Should Be Dancing.flv

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Samaad A Poem

Melt me
away with trembling tambourines
a micronucleus burst
jollying about

volley inborn
once caligiinous
lighted by current berries
allelula the cry

Balm of Gilead
snatching pearls
tempt abstractions
reaping acquaintance

for inspiration
a yen for you

© 2010 Lepadah


From: mapovia (mapovia)
Last Visit: 2:08 PM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 22 10 02:16 PM

i love this poem
though beats me
what it's about
love at first sight
it sure feels good

From: trkyounger (trkyounger)
Last Visit: 11:36 AM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 22 10 11:39 AM

...once again i have to grab a dictonary but this is a very nice and tight poem. Kudos...

the obatala

From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 6:42 AM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 22 10 01:27 PM

voluptuous fun here. very very nice.


Monday, December 20, 2010

Pussy Toes By Lepadah available now.

Large cover

Pussy Toes
By Lepadah

Also available as:
Dust Jacket Hardcover, Perfect Bound Softcover
Published: December, 2010
Format: E-Book
Pages: 136
ISBN: 9781450252959

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About the Author
This is a book of poetry that is written to touch your heart and soul. These poems were written to give you hope, insight and to view dreams sharing apart my road map of life. Taking you through a journey from girl to woman. Offering a rare opportunity to allow others an intimate look at the writer transcending into her own light. Allowing oneself to love her imperfections and recapturing life through travel and many loves. A unique perspective on the black Diaspora as well as universal appeal. These poems will make you feel joy, passion, victory and the celebration of an artist final summit.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Friday, December 17, 2010

Pussy Toes - iUniverse

Pussy Toes - iUniverse
By Lepadah. Also available as: Dust Jacket Hardcover, E-Book ... This is a book of poetry that is written to touch your heart and soul. ... live in the time of the poem while staring out of a subway car window she composes a ... she is on the royal barge the amazing thing is that she now sees the world in detail, ...

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Sister To Anais Nin

Inside a yellow cab
she sits
crosses long legs
finger gloss lips
peering out at Flushing Bay
ten minute ride
to house on the left
four doors down

a lighted shadow
standing content
knowing specialness had arrived

nude pictures packaged on table
bottled Negra Modelo
downstairs counting nine steps
open forum
freshly smoked Newports
she begged a drag
his cologne roaming

the voice feathered across the space
standing, smiling
showing his happiness
letting the smoking jacket fall open

specialness left loyalty
the albatross of monogamy
ended after her vows to polygamy

kissing you resuscitate the cold
blowing measured breaths
minted molecules
heating the marrow

eyes of not the sparrow
those of an absolute
a disciplined swain

© 2010 Lepadah


From: smifffy (smifffy)
Last Visit: 2:29 AM
Posts: 1820

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 17 10 02:34 AM
56081.2 (2 of 3)
Reply to 56081.1

Liked this, rolled like a marble on polished granite


From: cumin (cumin)
Last Visit: 5:16 AM
Posts: 7261

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 17 10 05:12 AM
56081.3 (3 of 3)
Reply to 56081.1

Bravo lepadah.....just splendid writing!

Sister To Anais Nin

From: trkyounger (trkyounger)
Last Visit: 11:38 AM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 17 10 11:40 AM
56081.7 (7 of 7)
Reply to 56081.1 and this'legend' are going in! Hard! Early... lol

great sexual sensual piece


Poems for Comment

Sister To Anais Nin

From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 11:11 AM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Dec 17 10 11:13 AM
56081.6 (6 of 7)
Reply to 56081.1

smart sexy grownup and slightly harrowing -- wonderful work.



Friday, December 10, 2010

Five And Dime Carousel In Albuquerque

Five And Dime Carousel Ride

This little boy
that little girl
down across the street

open window to smell summer
youthful cries
come outside
cherry lollypops
the drip of popsicles
ten cent ride on the carousel
a front Woolworth

giggle, canoodling the play pony
happily waiting to ride
the twinkle, twinkle music
pushed against memory lost

rebellion rubbing bicycle tires
zipping up streets
little debbie riding banana seat
where every bump was a whee!

flooded thoughts here in Albuquerque
five and dime general store
remembering first date
for a dime
stolen from moms pocketbook

giddying up legs flapping
adventures of the magical machine
little debbie a grin
unable to ride off into the sunset
station inside cement

moon will soon rise
over white picket fence
he gave away the red hot wheel
the Hopalong Cassidy watch
collected from cereal box tops

a boy tenderfoot
to red light, green light one two three
now let me see

playing rock'em sock'em robot
bought from the neighbor stoop sale
help him steal a kiddy kiss

his hunched elation
youthful masturbation
under tent cover

the surprised beaten
next day after mothers discovery
the stained underwear
thrown behind the bureau

jacking his dinky into a dick
thinking about little debbie
from across the street
the girl worth every dime

joys of the carousel

© 2010 Lepadah


Posted in Poetry
Subject: Five And Dime Carousel In Albuquerque

"..jacking his dinky into a dick'

Enjoying a good sound chuckle.
I'm sure the gentlemen will relate;
wonder how many will comment?

At first I thought it to be written by a man
yet was not surprised to find a woman author;
after all she was once that little girl and is now
likely to be a mother who found the stained underwear.

Very down to earth writiing. Stay inspired.
I had not read you before and I think it has been my loss.
Will be watching for your future posts.

J :)

It is a keeper Lydia; not just for the memories, the truth natural but so
very well written. A gem to give your son on the birth of his own first son.
IF (big if) I can find the right carousel horse, and a pair of little
children playing - I may give it a stab at painted illustration. I have the
picture in
my mind but I often dream in my head above what my fingers can
accomplish..If is does happpen, will send you a copy. Aproject for the
month of the ear - January in a Canadian winter.
Stay inspire - lovely to read.
:)) :))

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


Indulge one daydream
tempting taste of thick cream
melted around the mouth
it's essence
the scent of something earth new

a sweep of plenty to harvest
you offer a generous portion
satisfying a yawn
blessing of your crest
spread upon teats
over round full mounds
of chestnut skin beneath

where the air lingers thin
a sniff of musky sweetness
belay between
a smiling thatch
carefully crop curly cues
preparing to kiss a new terrain

reaching the ultimate apogee...

peace Lepadah

James Brown & Luciano Pavarotti - It's a Man's World

Monday, December 6, 2010

A Parked Performance

The Siberian steel of this night
standing water
unhurried ripples
overlap into oleaginous sheets

a frosty bottle
Corona with vodka
biting wool gloves
pieces of frozen ice sticking them

an abandoned dog
under a weeping willow
stiffly blowing
waving scary branches
at the shivering soul

holiday lights blinking
afar on the hill
sitting still
vigilant eye planes landing LGA
meticulously manicured fingers
set digital player

to Baroque Duet Battle and Marsalis
authentic loveliness of Scarlatti
"Su le sponde del Tebro"

beveled car seats
designing a single star
napping to a feel up
while the Aria slipped into Dolphy
perfectly fine
just like pinching hands
down the blouse

perfectly fine

© 2010 Lepadah

Renewed interest celebrating a Jazz Legend ... today Eric Dolphy.

Eric Dolphy Biography
in full Eric Allan Dolphy
( 1928 – 1964 )

(born June 20, 1928, Los Angeles, Calif., U.S.—died June 29, 1964, West Berlin, W.Ger.) African-American jazz musician, a virtuoso improviser on woodwinds and a major influence on free jazz.

Dolphy began playing clarinet, oboe, and alto saxophone in his youth and attended Los Angeles City College. He was in Roy Porter's big band during the late 1940s. He then spent a few years in a U.S. Army band, after which he transferred to the U.S. Naval School of Music. Upon returning to Los Angeles Dolphy played locally, and he first became nationally recognized when he toured and recorded with the Chico Hamilton quintet in 1958–59.

Settling in New York by early 1960 led to Dolphy's most noted performing associations, with Charles Mingus, trumpeter Booker Little, and John Coltrane. He recorded often, but opportunities to play in public were erratic. He died of complications of diabetes.

Dolphy's impact resulted largely from his brilliant playing of not only alto saxophone but also flute (then uncommon in jazz) and bass clarinet (which he virtually introduced into jazz improvisation). Besides his thorough mastery of these woodwinds, he introduced an unprecedented range of unique expressive techniques on them. While his phrasing usually resembled Charlie Parker's in rhythmic terms, Dolphy harmonically was given to wide, angular leaps and distant relations to fixed harmonic structures, so that his chromatic lines at times seemed to approach atonality. Typically, his solos proceeded by free association. By 1963–64, however, he had discovered unique ways of organizing his improvising, using original themes and radical harmonic means, as in his major album Out to Lunch.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

My Cousin James Lloydovich Patterson Get Well

My cousin James Lloydovich Patterson is now very ill residing in Washington D.C. James and I exchanged poetry , letters over the years losing touch a few years ago, Unfortunately our family is like most dysfunctional; I am trying to connect by reaching out in an effort to salvage our family, land, art, foundation of the Hagar family. With my cousin James who is a wonderful poet/writer is unable to maintain his own matters along with his mother Vera Aralova pieces of lost art is a tragedy.. As a family we need to stop all the in house fighting. Time to concentrate on what is important our family. James we need you and love you.

The Biography of my cousin James Lloydovich Patterson

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

James Lloydovich Patterson (Russian: Джемс Ллойдович Паттерсон; born 17 July 1933) is a Russian writer and child actor of African American descent.

1 Biography
2 Selected works
3 References
4 External links

James Lloydovich Patterson was born in Moscow on July 17, 1933, the eldest of three children born to an African American immigrant to the Soviet Union and his Russian wife. Having arrived in the USSR as an unemployed actor looking for work during the Great Depression in 1932, James Patterson's father Lloyd Patterson, just twenty-two, decided to remain permanently after meeting and falling in love with James' mother, the theater artist Vera Ippolitovna Aralova.
James Patterson appeared in the Soviet cinema as a baby in the 1936 hit Soviet film Circus – where, parallel to his own life, he played the role of the dark-skinned child of an interracial couple being brought up in the manner of the politically egalitarian ideals officially embraced by the Soviet system.
Following Nazi Germany's attack on the Soviet Union, James and his mother were evacuated to the east, while his father, who had obtained a position with Soviet radio as a presenter for English-speaking listeners abroad, remained on the job in Moscow. He died during the war after suffering serious wounds in the bombardment of the city in 1942.[1]
James was a member of the Komsomol and graduated from the Riga Nakhimov Naval School, a prestigious military academy for boys of high-school age, in 1951.[1] Lauded as a model cadet, he proceeded to receive further training as a submariner in Leningrad. Commissioned as an officer in the Soviet Navy, Patterson began serving with the Black Sea Fleet in 1955.[1]
By the 1960s, Patterson's professional ambitions had turned to writing. Still serving in the navy, he published his first literary debut, the poetry collection Russia. Africa in 1963. Leaving the Soviet Navy, Patterson graduated from the Maxim Gorky Literature Institute in 1964, drawing inspiration from subjects as diverse as the sea, the beginning of the Space Age, and the racial tension around the time of the desegregation efforts of the American civil rights movement. Having authored a number of works by the late 1960s, he was admitted as a member of the USSR Union of Writers in 1967.
The sweeping political and economic changes during the breakdown of the Soviet Union were also accompanied by profound difficulties for the new Russian society; a frequent visitor to his father's homeland, James Patterson and his mother immigrated to the United States from the Russian Federation in the 1990s.

more info about the family...

Lloyd Walton Patterson
Born 1911, Westfield, NJ - Died 1942, Moscow, USSR

In the summer of 1932, 21 African-Americans - including the young Harlem Renaissance poet Langston Hughes - departed for Russia with plans to make a movie, “Black and White,” in which they would realistically depict racial inequalities in America. Their often comic misadventures - caused principally by the Soviets’ glaring lack of knowledge of American race relations - caused the collapse of the program after only a few months.
Hughes and most others departed Russia, but among the few to remain was Lloyd Patterson. A graduate of Hampton Institute, he found in Russia the interior design jobs that he could not get in the U.S. He married a Ukrainian artist, Vera Aralova, and stayed in Moscow. Together, they designed stage sets, and he worked on some of Moscow’s most prominent buildings.

The Patterson family with a census taker in a 1938 photo from the Russian State Archives. Lloyd at center, Jimmy to his right. Vera Aralova standing.

They had three sons, one of whom, Jimmy, was to become famous throughout the Soviet Union for years to come for his role in a spectacular Stalinist film on race called “Circus.” Unlike his father’s failed movie project, the 1936 “Circus” was an extraordinarily popular film and young Jimmy Patterson became a hero of Soviet race relations. In the film, his mother, forced to flee America with her black child, finds comfort and stardom in a Soviet circus. The evil ringmaster tries to take advantage of her but she finds love with another performer. In the climax, the ringmaster reveals her shameful secret, but everyone in the audience embraces the child - literally - and sings to him, fully accepting him. In the film and in real life, Jimmy Patterson became living proof of how a real-life artist fled America to find greater tolerance and professional opportunity in the USSR, and at age four he was a star.

In a still from the movie, Jimmy with Lyubov’ Orlova (Marion Dixon) and her new love.
This more extravagant poster for the movie “Circus” points to the glitzy, blockbuster style movie it was in the 1930’s. Note the stylized version of Jimmy with the ringmaster, center left.

James Patterson eventually joined the Soviet Navy and also became a well-known poet. He lives today in Washington, DC.

Here he is pictured with a mask of the mixed-race poet in a 1992 National Geographic story on Aleksandr Pushkin.

This extraordinary portrait of Lloyd Patterson is a relic not just of a collapsed regime, but also of the largely unknown struggles of African-Americans. Few Americans know of those who immigrated to Russia seeking racial equality, and few left a mark on the Soviet people as much as the Pattersons did.

more information about my cousin James Patterson

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The other James Patterson
There is another James Patterson, a Moscow poet. His father was a member of group that Langston Hughes brought to the Soviet Union. Their purpose was to make a film, but nothing became of it. Instead, the father became a broadcaster in the North American service of Radio Moscow. He died during World War II during what his widow said was a German air raid but I think was a political killing by the secret police.
Here's a bit more about the Russian James Patterson in the middle of BIO Antero Pietila HOME

Monday, November 15, 2010

Jackie Wilson - Lonely teardrops

Sleeping With A Legend

Revealing his worth
rubbing the backside
of her high rise behind
just palms
entertaining journeys quiet snore

soon awaken by legend stepping stairs
coloratura a sweep ear
Wilson's "Danny Boy"
hands actuate down
between their appetite
a turn lovemaking

peaceful cries
kind prodding timidity
riding out together into a crab crawl
clench carriage

barely a respite
sweeten air resting
doff a moment
legend stroking this wanton woman

laid inside his journey
sogginess content
patting ripples of her damp hair

journey lip bumping his cross
tonguing away
hardness cutting a sliver of skin
for man to suck a bit drop of blood

now love ... we are united

© 2010 Lepadah


Messages in this Discussion

Sleeping With A Legend

From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 5:29 AM
To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Nov 16 10 05:30 AM

sinuous & twisting. I like it.


From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Nov 17 10 04:20 AM


this matches my mind's eye view of you...



Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Making Of You

His guitars against the wall
kung fu stickers
drumsticks peeking out pocket
sagging Levi's
braces, afro pick, curly fro
his favorite Yankee baseball cap
the lone saxophone
puberty passing thru

adolescent testosterone
breaking in Plan B
no license to rule this world
spray paint thought on pundit desk
started a little rock band
one day Nirvana

tired of father
squelching sons breath
he's so unpredictable
ascribe constant disapproval
he should understand
contest becoming a man

let stand alone
go on do that !
allow a fail
many a lesson learn
expect the burn

beating blindness out drums
slamming door to private room
doing his thing
swept away by old szhool
young nwa searching ally

lush innocence a sprout
seeking to be the superior being
adrenaline rush sugared frosted flakes
"They're great!"
lacing up sneakers
with different color shoestrings

DC foot atop album crate
prepping to practice
the art of scratch
turning expending tables

no riddled rhyme
neither sublime
speeding wheels rushing time
changing tides
astride your Birdhouse

© 2010 Lepadah

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

My man Obatala just slam this online The Blacktop a poem

The acute insight of a boy at puberty ... yo I LOVE THIS piece so much man. Tapd damn.
Two thumbs up

One Love Lepadah

The Blacktop (oba)

From: trkyounger (trkyounger)

There was a parking lot that led to another lot
which in turn led to Ms. Shimshacks candy store.
And there they stood. For the first time I was no
longer afraid of myself that spring. I was a boy
of thirteen and the city was no longer huge anymore.
Still I knew enough to stay in my part of town. But 'they'
were here. Hanging around the grocery shops, our candy
stores, in the heavy light of good, good noon. They were
our reversed 'po white trash' and they smelled of pig fat,
ashy elbows, and nappy, kinky, hair with a rank that tore
through town. Our gyms, our P.S. # 14 schoolyard, our
backyards, our cleaners. I wanted to go to sleep right
there on the blacktop and think of another city. I was
ashamed of them, of myself for looking so much like them.
'Dreams don't work this way',I kept saying to myself. But
they were finally here. Not Black people but these, these

Monday, November 8, 2010

Moving Day

Think how the air stood
still, alone without noise
no pointy toed raccoon feet
crunching fall leaves

a thin silence in troubled air
stirring up emotion
suddenly a strong hold
around your memories

collected, bought, inherited
photographs a span
tender good years
before reality hits
from an ice cold fist
punching at you

alone boxes about the feet
more and more memories
closing in on you
deepening depression
Hitchcock's Vertigo

remember change is a good thing (so said )
lost tears in the shower
unable to let go
so you stayed drunk for days

forgetting there is no time
ignoring last weeks eviction notice
less than 48 hours
final decision to flee

or be thrown into the street
mid morning
amid neighbors rising shades
maintenance men ring of keys

suddenly heart a flee
you must leave
the premises
with everything ...

boxes, furniture old and new
pots and the dirty dishes you forgot to wash
the cat, the dog and all children's toys
a lifetime unless taken
will be discarded in next day trash

permission pickers
pulling for nice remnants
treasure trinkets from another life

do you remember
the heaviness upon chest
the ball chain burden pulling neck
forcing one to heave into a clear moment

enduring the frigidity
reality challenged
conformity that of a castaway

a birth
older, not much wiser
yet still able to dream
a virgin vision of life

© 2010 Lepadah

From: trkyounger (trkyounger)
Last Visit: 1:36 PM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Nov 09 10 01:38 PM

...this shyt is goooooood

forcing me to go back




Monday, November 1, 2010

A Beautiful Halloween Weekend In Baltimore

This past Halloween weekend was spent away from nyc. My son and I traveled to Baltimore, Md to spend some quality time with my daughter and his big sister. The departure was necessary so we packed a small grip bag along with his guitar , my lap top and off we went. A great beautiful weekend just eating good food my daughter and I favorite place. The famous Lexington Market. We enjoyed some freshly shucked clam's from Faidley Raw Bar and venture over to the other side for the world famous All Lump Crabcake , Cream of Crab soup and fried Flounder omg ... deeeelicious . My son opted out at the invitation by Lou to try a raw clam or oyster on the house. (hehe) We teased him about the "muskrat", "Rabbit" and "Racoon" specials. So his big sister treated him to hooter's a young boy paradise of lady art. Later that afternoon we walked around the Harbor shot some pics. The time priceless bonding together. I even finished up some editing, designing cover and other issues with my upcoming book. My children enjoyed Sunday Brunch of scrambled cheese eggs, turkey bacon, apple juice for Khalil and Mimosa for grown folks. I even fried chicken, baked mac and cheese, salad enjoying a lazy Sunday. The one thing I enjoyed was the walk alone to the coffee shop for a serious cup of French Vanilla coffee and listening to the church bells ringing. God so beautiful.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Eric Clapton's Cocaine Theme Song For My Wednesday

If you wanna hang out
You've gotta take her out
If you wanna get down
Get down on the ground

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,

If you got that lose
You wanna kick them blues
When your day is done
And you wanna ride on

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,

If your day is gone
And you wanna ride on
Don't forget this fact
You can't get it back

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Louisiana Belle Strut

The strut a Southern high breed
Louisiana belle no swamp rat ere
black blazer, optic white starch shirt
tucked in jockey pants
buckle boots
she had once been beaten
jaw broken

spirit never
left a forever love
magnolia refusing to wilt
noticeable sugar cane lips
spread smear red lipstick

known to frolic baby gators
shop the Piggly Wiggly
love Balducci's
don't eat crocodile

sticking to Etouffee, Dirty Jambalaya
Muffuletta ... whatda futta
cool drinking at the Gutt brew
sipping on the porch
pitcher's of Pomegranate tea
soaking up the sun

she tip's back
seating herself upon porch railing
one leg over
another down swinging

womanly munching sister's Praline
spinning tall tale
Seven Sisters limbs
hanging doll heads
seen never again

tricks on city kin
a whole lot of Mississippi mouth
open for Louisiana change
adoring the lexicon

her "Dawlin"
binhavin, sure nuff,
twisting into music
dem, dat, da dere....

pushing a travel ... there

© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved
Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.

Monday, October 25, 2010

In Memory of Autumn Pascal Pryce


Autumn in new york
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in new york
It spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel - I'm home

It's autumn in new york
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new york
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands

It's autumn in new york
It's good to live it again

Autumn in new york
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Oh, autumn in new york
It lifts you up when you run down

Yes, jaded rou‚s and gay divorc‚es
Who lunch at the ritz
Will tell you that it's divine

This autumn in new york
Transforms the slums into mayfair
Oh, autumn in new york
You'll need no castles in spain

Yes, lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in central park
Greet autumn in new york
It's good to live it again

[trumpet solo]

Autumn in new york
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in new york
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands

It's autumn in new york
It's good to live it again

Thursday, October 21, 2010


Long awaited book by Lepadah entitled "Pussy Toes" is in the final stage of being released soon!!!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Vacant Lot

Open Invitation
Benjamin offered
Indeed Madison
could easily seal the deal
pussy is real cheap lately

men supported by City payroll
cops, clerks, Judges
and Elliot Spitzer

access to limited, unlimited
fixed income
doled out funds
mortgage payment
a taste of paradise
fetish satisfied

the repeat
yes, yes, yes, yeah!
every man
the right man
always daddy, baby
papa, papi chulo

her vacant hole
douched, shaved
No 5 Chanel sprayed

legs spread apart
eyes open to statued Saint''s
those arm's
invest authority around
old, young, limpid physiques

nasty weighty men
sloppy untidy
smelly creepy, violent men
sadistic wicked, worrisome men

elegant handsome men
deprived by ghost
sequel to "Pretty Woman"

a tiny room
East Village
colored kerchiefs
drape dingy spots
light bulb cover
drop scent infuse Bulgarian rose oil

au courant record
surrogate passion
"our song baby"
it pay to play

left their mushy mess
semen, sweat
inside her vacantness
allege happiness
waste land, eyes and heart

stack bills inside blue bandanas
some candy numb nose to dislocate
no face
dub none on penises
jerked off wriggle out
copy on cut glass
purple stain neon light
aching thru a bald window

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Male, 49, Detroit, MI
Posted 10 hours ago

some ladies think this is how they are defined. vacant esteem. great poem

The Vacant Lot


From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
Last Visit: 11:33 AM
Posts: 9244

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 22 10 10:16 AM
55714.6 (6 of 6)
Reply to 55714.1

feels like a movie. wonderful.


From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)
Last Visit: Oct-23

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 22 10 04:31 PM


Your poems deliver a dose of stark reality always; this is no exception.  I appreciate how well you manage this.  It always comes across with such a sure touch.  a most excellent read


From: smifffy (smifffy)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 21 10 02:34 AM
55714.4 (4 of 9)

Well writ, enjoyed


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Beaujolais Day 2010: Thursday, November 18

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Terrific Tuesday theme song by Cream

The Guitar playing, deep beat and lyrics to Cream's "Sunshine Of Your Love" is so supreme my theme song for terrific Tuesday in New York City thumbs up for 104.3 FM Hot Girl Maria Milito.

It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
[Live Cream Vol 2:]
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
Give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darlin' soon,
Be with you when the stars start fallin'.
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
Stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darlin' now,
Stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waitin' so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

By Cream

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Sugar ... Foot Along

straining arms stretching
that promise to hold
the candy man forever
childhood dreams of Sammy D tapping
cause you thought everything would be better

so keep running
sugar foot
never turn around
the lost is seldom found

tear staining cheeks
a cat severe stare
thru a screen window

promise to leave
wiping angry drops
with papa J's silk handkerchief
picking up masonic pin's

fell from a thrown jewelry box
created design
right in the middle
a dark spot
from spilled alcohol

swooping them into hand
as though diamonds
everything once pleasant

so she should leave
finally set the sugar foot free
nicking name before exodus
from the womb

holding onto few pieces
a silver heart
silver beads
antique silver flowered necklaces
presented gifts at marriage

bag full of rare books upon back
an autograph note from James Baldwin
still in cellophane
bottle of collected pebbles
different colors
entertaining the possibility

some day her love might come...
she was not looking
the years were dear
kind wrinkles slight
only at the corner of both eyes

wearing tattered jeans
well worn suede boots
tattoo right shoulder
branded after fifty

nice vagabond piece of tail
some said
a loner
a goner

she be of native spirits
Our Lucy
Narraganset whole and natural
shared sorcery between blood

enjoying cactus
she born a pilgrim
all she'll ever be
so let sugar alone

one day she'll find home...

but not today

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From:  (farkas)
Last Visit: Oct-12

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Oct 12 10 08:20 PM

This is indeed a terrific poem of yearning -
of not the simple but the well-deserved, the
just tantalizingly out of reach.
A yearning that may remain unanswered
throughout a lifetime...


Carrie Underwood Temporary Home lyrics

The Temporary Home lyrics by Carrie Underwood

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face"

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home


Redneck Woman

Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
'cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice
But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me
Well, you might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore
But in my neck of the woods I'm just the girl next door
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Hell yeah
I said hell yeah!

I Hope You Dance lyrics

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I love WKCR FM 89.9 Phil Schaap Jazz Musicologist Archivist


The Jazz Ministry of Saint Peter's Church - the Jazz Church - announces that All Nite Soul Honoree and NEA Jazz Master Frank Wess will be interviewed on Wednesday, October 6, 2010 at Noon on WBGO 88.3 FM ( by Rhonda Hamilton and on Thursday, October 7, 2010 at 7 PM on WKCR 89.9 FM ( by Sharif Abdus-Salaam.
Frank Wess is revered as a smoothly swinging tenor saxophone player in the Lester Young tradition, as an expert alto saxophonist, and as one of the most influential, instantly recognizable flutists in jazz history. He was a member of several Orchestras in the late ‘40s including Billy Eckstine, Eddie Heywood, Lucky Millender and Bullmoose Jackson. He was a long time member of the Count Basie band as well as band leader of his own bands, composer, arranger, teacher, saxophonist and flutist. He has performed with numerous Broadway shows and many TV shows. In 2007, Frank Wess received America's Highest Honor in Jazz, the prestigious National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) Jazz Masters Award.

All Nite Soul begins on Sunday, October 10, 2010 with Jazz Vespers at 5 PM with the Joel Frahm Trio. The concert starts at 7 PM and continues to the wee hours of the morning with over 80 musicians celebrating All Nite Soul and honoring Frank Wess. An "exhibit wall" in the Living Room of Saint Peter's Church will tell the story of Frank Wess with memorabilia including photographs organized by James "Tad" Hershorn and Ed Berger of The Institute of Jazz Studies at Rutgers University (Newark). "Jazz Expressions," a photo exhibition of jazz musicians by R. I. Sutherland-Cohen, will also be on display in the Living Room. In addition to the legendary musicians who will perform, The Hungry Souls Café will have "southern home-cooking" food that will delight!

Musicians who will perform include: Frank Wess; The Vanguard Jazz Orchestra - John Mosca, Dick Oatts, Douglas Purviance, Jim McNeely, Nick Marchione, Tanya Darby, Terell Stafford, Scott Wendholt, Luis Bonilla, Jason Jackson, Billy Drewes, Rich Perry, Ralph Lalama, Frank Basile, John Riley and David Wong; Randy Weston; Michael Weiss; StEve Wilson; Peter Washington; Peter Van Nostrand; Javon Jackson; Jeremy Manasia; Ameen Saleem; McClenty Hunter; Fred Staton; Buddy Henry; Ruth Brisbane; Zek Mullins; Art Baron; Michael Max Fleming; Bill Wurtzel; Joe Morant; Mulgrew Miller; Joe Wilder; Steve Turre; Jerry Dodgion; Lou Donaldson; Winard Harper; Roy Assaf; Chris Haney; Bruce Harris; Jovan Alexandre; Dominick Farinacci; Alex Hoffman; Arturo O'Farrill; Nadje Noordhuis; Fabian Almazan; Deanna Witkowski; Filó Machado; Harvey Wainapel; Gabriel Alegria; Freddie "Huevito" Lobaton; Lauren Wood; Aaron Prado; Grant Fisher; John Doing; Alex DaSilva; Catherine Russell; Jon Weber; James Weidman; Alexis Cole; Sarah McLawler; Bernice Brooks; Carline Ray; Carol Sudhalter; Annette Aguillar; Chanda Rule; Chris Dingman; Ike Sturm; Gernot Bernroider; Jesse Lewis; Chris Dingman; Ike Sturm; Keisha St. Joan; Patrick Polladian; Ken Simon; Josh Richman; Steve Marks; Nadar Snir and Paul Knopf. Tulivu-Donna Cumberbatch and Brian Lynch will be the emcees and will also perform.

All Nite Soul 2010 - Honoring Frank Wess takes place on Sunday, October 10, 2010 at Saint Peter's Church, 619 Lexington Avenue (at 54th Street), New York City.
5:00 PM: Jazz Vespers Free Will Offering
7:00 PM: All Nite Soul Concert
Get tickets NOW: $20 Suggested Ticket Donation in advance at
$25 Suggested Ticket Donation at the door.


Jazz Church Announces Interviews w/ All Nite Soul Honoree Frank ...
Oct 7, 2010... October 7, 2010 at 7 PM on WKCR 89.9 FM ( by Sharif Abdus- Salaam. ... All Nite Soul 2010 - Honoring Frank Wess takes place on Sunday, October 10

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Returning to Future Tenant in Pittsburgh, PA Again.



As the summer winds down, the marketing department has been spending a good deal of time collecting and analyzing information we have collected from surveys distributed over the last year.  While these are already somewhat out of date (and there are revised surveys available in the space!) it has provided a good bit of insight into the programming that has been most popular at Future Tenant over the last few years.

Happily, this August features all of the most-requested performance programming.  Future Tenant will be featuring two different performances by artists who were chosen to take part in Trespass.  Trespass, Future Tenant’s unique residency program, allows selected artists to take over the space and develop, rehearse, and perform their shows.  This month there are two very different productions, “Still Life,” a memoir play about the post-Vietnam experience, and “Visuals Speak Volumes,” an interactive, interdisciplinary piece that explores how different types of art can interact and play off each other, as visual art is created in real time to music that is performed in the space.

To round off the month, Future Tenant holds another Open Mic and Easel night.  We’re looking forward to seeing everyone back from vacation and travels, and will be holding a drawing for the hippest new Future Tenant merchandise: screen-printed teeshirts produced by local artists.

by L. Corwin Christie

Check out EAT ME the exhibition before it closes on October 9th!

Artists include:
Randie Snow, Ryan Keene, Andrew Ellis Johnson, Meghan Olson, Matthew Paul Isaacson, Carolyn Clayton, Chris Beauregard and Jill Larson

Are you ready for OPEN MIC & EASEL ... I AM.
Fall's first Open Mic and Easel Night is Friday October 22nd!

819 Penn Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, 15222.


819 Penn Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, 15222.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Subject NWU Organzing Writers Around Content Farms
From: NWU President, Larry Goldbetter



With the folding of daily newspapers and an overwhelming number of other commercial print publications, the bulk of paid published writing has shifted to the Internet. In the world of Internet publishing, we have seen the rise of Content Farms claiming to offer desirable writing assignments. These companies, owned by AOL, Yahoo and Demand Media among others, pay writers very little-such as $50 dollars for ten or more 500 word articles, pay by amount of web site page clicks-and other nonspecific methods with no guaranteed amount or very low payment. Demand Media, which has contracts with the San Francisco Chronicle, the National Football League, The Houston Chronicle and more, boasts of having 10,000 freelance writers that they pay a penny-a-word!

At our recent National Executive Board meeting in New York, the National Writers Union agreed to set up a task force to lay the ground work for organizing writers who work for these low-wage Content Farms [Plantations]. If you have written for one or know someone who does, and want to get involved, contact us today. We are not telling writers to refuse to accept assignments. We are trying to build a campaign that can over time set a new minimum standard in this industry. We do also strongly advise you to consider carefully all details in an agreement for professional writing and we offer free contract advice and grievance services for paid members in good standing.

Please contact us at with your interest in joining this cause or with any further questions you may have.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Feel Like Dancing In The Rain

Tough tramp
thru the subway
giant stepping stairs
exit 23rd

Monday morning
dancing in the rain
on cloud... yes!

pirated pirouette
swift twirl
landed without fall
tada! feet aplomb

wind billow out raincoat
stem matrix
supreme shag
abstract from universe

transfer time
block party
Martha and the Vandellas
movement of a beautiful age

defying definition
pushing aside etiquette
bohemian boogaloo
breezy dancing

pass a sea of yellow cabbies
limo's leaving silver cup studios
looking thru flushed windows
trucker beeping
body bumping drops

heart beat
quick hits of heat
two sure shots of expresso
bankroll scooby steps

no whistlepig...

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Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Part I Mad Head

Mad Head - Part I

The slow glow
from the opaque street light near Bleecker
holding gaze

floating to a raunchy head beat
the distinct smell of eucalyptus honey
visions of thick drops running down
sides of my Enola's mason jars
extract thoughts of jazz

welcome resurrection
prepared to ride a riff with Trane
along side Dizzy's altering scales of composition spiraling

"I'll never go back to Georgia" licks

(music plays)

crisscross, seducing with his hurricane horn
stopping long enough to hear Moody scat
skedaddle with Pozo melting two
Afro, Cuban
Afro, Cuban
dawned virtuoso "Manteca"
thumping mad Max into memory
instead of memorex

easy flow where my mind go
groove side daddy do good
waited inside Sweet Basil
El Dios of drums

first click
first hit "pop"
full blown litany of sound boiling my blood
unleash the beast to rhythms so loose
so free

a tight leather jacket
fitted to the waist
cold,raw, and stiff bone
it's two a.m.
skin is thin

warm glass of Hennessy
"no ice please"
a couple of cool cats...
Art Blakey
playing solo

drinking and dragging a straw
across a pink formica table
sniff! last bit of blow
long after the light blew

© 2009 Lepadah
Revised 2010
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Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.

Thursday, September 23, 2010


Between The Lines Bulletin
Newsletter of the New York Chapter
National Writers Union (UAW Local 1981)
September-October 2010

Editor: Louis Reyes Rivera
Table of Contents

1. Last Call: RSVP for NWU Dinner
2. October 2: One Nation March in D.C.
3. NWU NY Forum: Taming New Media
4. Arts Garden's Exhibit Canceled
5. Call for Papers: Anthology-in-progress

1. Last Call: RSVP for NWU Dinner
This coming Saturday, Sept. 25, 2010, NWU’s New York Chapter will host a pot-luck dinner for NWU’s National Executive Board (NEB) members meeting in New York. All local chapter members are invited to partake in welcoming the NEB and, if so inclined, to add a home-made dish to the menu. To help finalize the menu-in-progress, at least one of the following RSVPs is in order:
(1) all chapter members planning to attend must notify Chapter Co-Chair Susan E. Davis ( immediately (certainly, before Saturday!); and,
(2) to avoid over-duplication with our pot luck menu, those who want to bring a dish must contact Susan E. Davis immediately. Suggested entrées include dinner, salads, desserts, and appetizers.
The dinner/reception takes place from 6 to 9 p.m., at the UAW/NWU Headquarters, 256 West 38 Street, Manhattan (12 fl. Conference Room).
The National Executive Board is second only to the Delegates’ Assembly, the NWU’s governing body. It includes all National Officers, Chapter and Division chairs (i.e., Journalism, Book, Grievance & Contract Advisement), and meets annually.

2. October 2: One Nation March in D.C.
The buses are filling fast. A broad coalition of unions and activist organizations are planning to converge in Washington, D.C., on Saturday, October 2, 2010. It's a March for Jobs and Justice.
As part of the NWU’s contribution to this major push, President Larry Goldbetter, in conjunction with the UAW’s Region 9A, has announced that free bus seats, a box lunch, and UAW t-shirts (for visual identification purposes) will be provided to members of both unions and their guests (family, friends, et al). Buses depart on October 2, at 6 a.m., directly from UAW Region Nine and NWU headquarters, located at 256 West 38 Street, between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, in Manhattan.
Interested members (family and friends included) should contact Larry Goldbetter a.s.a.p., at [extension 14] or via email at a.s.a.p.
“This is an event we should fully support,” says President Goldbetter. “While the thrust of the march is jobs and justice, other issues are being raised among our coalition, such as education and soaring student debts, environmental degradation, the mortgage crisis, the need to end the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and, generally speaking, all of the issues our Congress is not fully addressing – universal health insurance, an honest policy towards immigration and human rights, as well as those federal bail outs of the rich."
With this march, says President George Gresham (1199/SEIU), “we’re going to make history. When we elected President Obama two years ago, it was such an historic victory that perhaps our optimism got the better of us – we underestimated an aggressive right wing and racist media outlets. Now it’s our time to raise our voices and make our power felt.”
Activists from Massachusetts have issued the following statement: “Why join the March(?) – because we voted for jobs; because we voted for stronger labor laws; because we voted for safe work places; because we voted for a stronger union; because we voted for immigration rights; because we voted for LBGT rights; because we voted for better homes; because we voted for people, not corporations; because we want the change we voted for!” For updates, visit or web sites.

3. NWU NY Forum: Taming New Media
The NWU’s New York Chapter presents a free seminar – Writers and Social Media: Taming New Media to Support Your Writing Goals. This special forum takes place on Monday, October 4, 2010, from 6 to 9 p.m., Houndstooth Pub (downstairs meeting room), 520 Eighth Ave., at West 37 Street, in Manhattan. Author/consultant Don Lafferty will lead the discussion.
Whether you're a bestseller, an aspiring author, a journalist or blogger, knowing how to make effective, appropriate use of new Social Media can only enhance and advance your writing career. Don will slash through the cacophony of social media choices to show you how to build an efficient, effective online presence, identify proven tactics and practices with specific examples of the ways you can use your online presence to raise your visibility in the right places.
Writer Don Lafferty is both a lecturer and Web 2.0 marketing consultant. In addition to writing marketing and advertising copy, he’s written numerous articles for several national magazines. Through his blog, Don Lafferty's Practical Social Media Strategies and Tactics for Connecting with Your Public, Don is also a regular contributor to the global conversation revolving around online social networks, helping to define effective strategies for authors and publishers to connect with today’s readers. A member of the Philly Liars Club and board member of the Philadelphia Writers’ Conference, he also serves as social media director for the literary magazine, Wild River Review.
For more information, call Tim Sheard at 1.917.428.1352, or email the NWU New York Chapter at Free beverages of choice for the first ten attendees!

4. Arts Garden's Exhibit Canceled

Attention All Interested Parties:
The outdoor Garden Exhibition originally scheduled for this coming Saturday, September 25, 2010, at 260 Gates Avenue, Brooklyn, has been canceled as the result of last week's tornado that completely uplifted an old sycamore in the garden's yard. Sponsors of the event, Travelled Rhodes International Sculptor Arts Garden (TRISAG), explained that it would take well over two months to get the yard back in order.
For additional information, call 718.398.4237 or 718.398.1331. TRISAG, Inc. is a not-for-profit 501(c)3 organization; contributions are tax deductible.

5. Call for Papers: Anthology-in-progress
A group of academic editors is now reviewing abstracts for an anthology of essays tentatively titled, Working the Book: Black Women’s Writing as Spiritual and Ritual Experiment.
Interested writers may submit abstracts for essays that explore and analyze the use and nature of imagery, symbolism, and cognitive and/or cosmic structures derived from African diasporic religions (e.g., Vodoun, Hoodoo, Santeria, Yoruba, and Candomblé) in the literature of black women writers.
The call for abstracts include the following explanations:
“In the imaginative construction of subjectivity for their respective female protagonists (as authentic, self-actualized, and autonomous, in and out of love and/or marriage), broader communities, and fictional and otherwise figurative worlds, black women writers have been challenged with socio-cultural limitations and constraints that can proscribe representation. In search of a ‘usable’ cultural past that will facilitate such representation of the new world black experience, especially the quest for authentic selfhood, many writers have discovered that the symbols, rituals and language associated with African-rooted religions can open up spaces in their respective narratives within which to create more actualized protagonists.
“Employing African diasporic religions as intertext, these writers have at hand a system of beliefs and practices replete with powerful black female deities, leaders and adherents. Indeed, as religions which reflect the experiences and aspirations of their followers, these sacred cosmologies often prove effective vehicles through which black women writers can more appropriately represent their protagonists’ historical and cultural experiences with transgressive narrative strategies.
“Further, such writers may revise representations of whole communities, ritual practices, reader/author rhetorical relations, and more by calling on African-rooted traditions to enrich their literary experiments in English.
“However, along with this rich cultural legacy, black women writers also inherit the stereotypes and biases of a Western culture that labels these religions ‘primitive magic,’ ‘witchcraft,’ and ‘sophisticated con games.’ Consequently, a significant aspect of appropriating these religious elements becomes experimenting with narrative strategies that will allow these elements to be integrated in ways that challenge, subvert, and/or transcend the prevailing stereotypes and that legitimate what the writers believe to be relevant and viable spiritual paths.
“The essays accepted for inclusion in this collection will explore ways in which African American women writers appropriate and employ imagery, symbolism, rituals and language specific to African-rooted religions as a corrective to what the writers perceive as Western spiritual and cultural obsolescence in order to offer alternate and more empowering paths to representation of identity, community, and cosmos.
“The essays will also explore innovative and transgressive narrative strategies used by the writers to integrate these elements without compromising or jeopardizing the legitimacy and credibility of the particular narrative and their respective protagonists.
“Some questions that will be important to the essays in the collection are as follows:
“In what ways do the writers’ literary/spiritual ‘experiments’ inform and influence the construction of subjectivity in the writers’ respective works?
“Are there common imagery, symbolism, rituals and/or language that connect the narratives? What are the appeal and the benefits to the writers of employing these particular elements?
“What strategies are employed by the writers to integrate these cultural and spiritual elements and to legitimate them within the Western literary tradition?”
Abstracts of the essay-in-progress are to be sent to Dr. Brenda R. Smith via email at ( on or before November 15, 2010. Along with the abstract, a brief biographical statement and contact information (email address, postal address and phone number).
Completed papers are due no later than January 14, 2011. Each manuscript must be accompanied by a statement that it has not been published elsewhere and that it has not been submitted simultaneously for publication elsewhere. All manuscripts must be formatted according to MLA guidelines. Final essays should be between 15-25 pages in length.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Interstate 95

She dug his smile
pretty Tony style
the stolen line
"rap a taste on it"

after an animated night
lulled by "Lavender Blue"
his version tucked away
inside a drawer full of petit bijou

confiscated tar
obelisk blocks
eclipsed underground
chauffeuring Duchess recherche'
thru the shade of suburban streets

guns pinched
lock on
prevent a bump bullet ricochet
95 headed south
stop along highway
Philadelphia PA

65 Terra cotta El Dorado
chemist, Duchess, Johnny the thrift pimp
his babe chocolate
idling along
very loud Zeppelin "Immigrant Song"

state trooper rides bye
torpedo eyes
divert by CB
lights, tail spin

skid marks dust Dorado
cloud affairs
immune to static

chocolate sits
pulling up twisted stockings
hooking magenta garter's
puppy pouting
in the rear view mirror

Duchess kissing the pout away
with a day of yellow sunshine
fade the shade
relax pupils throw on color spectacles

© 2010 Lepadah
All Rights Reserved

From: lizzie625 (lizzie625)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Sep 28 10 11:43 AM

I love the Immigrant song.

and this poem, for that matter.

well written, well said, well done.

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From: SparkyDashforth (SparkyDashforth)
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To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Sep 28 10 02:02 PM

Brilliant poem

great use of language.




Upcoming book release "Pussy Toes" by Lepadah


Upcoming book release due out October 2010... Title
"Pussy Toes" by Lepadah

Finally completed with several other works in progress including a series of short stories, essays, poetry and full length plays which are in the process of being edited.

Ted Younger October 5, 2010 at 12:04am
Your book is going to be the shyt!!! Thanks to Captain Courageous!!!!!

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Beatle's introis to "Don't Let Me Down" is so wicked and beautiful I was BLOWN.

The Beatles "Don't Let Me Down" lyrics is some beautiful shit. The introduction instrumentals are so wicked I was blown totally.

Artist: The Beatles lyrics
Title: Don't Let Me Down

Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down

Nobody ever loved me like she does
Oh, she does, yeah, she does
And if somebody loved me like she do me
Oh, she do me, yes, she does

Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down

I'm in love for the first time
Don't you know it's gonna last
It's a love that lasts forever
It's a love that had no past (Seeking past)

Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down

And from the first time that she really done me
Oh, she done me, she done me good
I guess nobody ever really done me
Oh, she done me, she done me good

Don't let me down, hey don't let me down
Heeeee, don't let me down

Don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me let down
Can you dig it? Don't let me down


Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Type of Work:
Non-dramatic literary work
Registration Number / Date:
TXu000161602 / 1984-05-25
Date of Creation:
Poetry / Lydia Elizabeth Percy (Adah)
Copyright Note:
C.O. correspondence.
Copyright Claimant:
Lydia (Adah) Percy
Lydia Elizabeth Percy 1960-

Love Hendrix Live At Monterey version of Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone."

Jimi Hendrix: Like a Rolling Stone Lyrics
Songwriters: Dylan, Bob;

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud, now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around for your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Don't you know you only used to get juiced in it?
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
Now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say,"Do you want to make a deal?"

How does it feel, how does it feel
To be without a home, with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all came down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You should never let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at?
After he's taken everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel
To be without a home, with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
Drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts and things
But take your diamond ring down and pawn it, babe

You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, and you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, how does it feel
To be without a home, with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Message to NY NWU members...

Subject NY Member: A Very Busy Week Lies Ahead
From: NWU President Larry Goldbetter
Sent: Sep 9, 2010
To: Lydia Percy



This coming week there are many important activities taking place. Some directly affect us as writers; all affect us as working people. I'll be there and hope you can join me. Look for the NWU/UAW banner!

* Friday, September 10: March and Rally for Jobs!
Meet at 4pm at the former North General Hospital, 122nd St. and
Madison to support striking SEIU/1199 members. March to
Harlem Hospital at 135th St. and Lennox. Protest health and transit
cutbacks. Demand Jobs!

* Saturday, September 11: Rally Against Anti-Muslim Racism:
Meet at 1pm at City Hall. March to the Church Street Mosque to
counter the racist anti-Muslim rally that is directly linked to the Koran-
burning racist preacher in Florida and the racist terrorists who burned
a Muslim Community Center in Tennessee.

* Sunday, September 12: 5th Annual Brooklyn Book Fair:
The NY Chapter will staff an NWU table from 10am - 6pm. This festival
features a multi-cultural array of authors, bookstores, literary
organizations and publishers, with as many as 30,000 browsing book
buyers. All members are welcomed to attend and bring their books to
sell while helping staff the NWU table.

* Monday, September 13: Open Forum "Marketing Your Book":
At the Houndstooth Pub, 520 8th Avenue (37th Street), 6-9pm.
downstairs in the the Special Function Room. Discuss with media
consultants and marketing experts how to develop long-range
marketing plans and general marketing strategies as basic tools for
successful sales.

* Thursday, September 16: Action to Support GSOC/UAW 2110
Organizing Drive:
Meet at Bobst Library, 70 Washington Square South, from Noon-1pm
to support the Graduate Student Organizing Drive as we await
decision from the NLRB in Washington, DC. We will also be in
solidarity with UAW Local 7902 as they negotiate a new contract for
NYU adjunct professors.


Poetry Project Program Calendar

Peter Orlovsky Memorial Reading

September 22, 2010
8:00 pm

Poet, singer, farmer, yodeler, banjo-picker, Buddhist-practitioner, Allen Ginsberg’s lifelong-companion, Kerouac’s Simon Darlovsky in Desolation Angels & George in The Dharma Bums, the generous & wonderfully whimsical Peter Orlovsky, (July 8, 1933 – May 30, 2010), was an unforgettable & hugely colorful presence in the East Village, and in and around the Poetry Project. Please join us in a night of music, video, song and poetry, as some of his closest friends pay tribute to him including: Chuck Lief, Philip Glass, Ed Sanders, Steven Taylor, Hal Willner, Janine Pommy Vega, Andy Clausen, Patti Smith, Anne Waldman, Gordon Ball, Rosebud Pettet, Simon Pettet, Bill Morgan, Anselm Berrigan, and John Godfrey.

This event will take place in the Sanctuary. Admission is FREE.

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A Reading for VLAK

September 27, 2010
8:00 pm

This reading launches the inaugural issue of Vlak, an international magazine with a broad focus on contemporary poetics, art, film, philosophy, music, science, design, politics, performance, ecology, and new media. Vlak is edited by Louis Armand, Edmund Berrigan, Carol Watts, Stephan Delbos, David Vichnar and Clare Wallace. The reading will feature contributors Pierre Joris, Eileen Myles, Elizabeth Gross, Marjorie Welish, Vincent Katz, Arlo Quint, Stacy Szymaszek, John Wilkinson, Jess Fiorini, Joshua Cohen, Stephanie Strickland and Louis Armand.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Joseph Donahue & Laura Moriarty

September 29, 2010
8:00 pm

Joseph Donahue‘s most recent collections of poetry include Incidental Eclipse and Terra Lucida. This fall, Talisman House will publish Dissolves, Terra Lucida IV-VII, the second volume of an ongoing sequence. He lives in Durham, North Carolina.

Laura Moriarty’s books include A Tonalist an essay poem from Nightboat Books, the novels, Cunning and Ultravioleta. A Semblance: Selected and New Poems, 1975 – 2007 came out from Omnidawn in 2007. She won the Poetry Center Book Award in 1983, a Wallace Alexander Gerbode Foundation Award in Poetry in 1992, a New Langton Arts Award in Literature 1998 and a Fund for Poetry grant in 2007. She has taught at Mills College and Naropa University, among other places, and is Deputy Director of Small Press Distribution. For more, see the blog A Tonalist Notes.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Open Reading

October 4, 2010
8:00 pm

at 7:45

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

Anne Carson & David Shapiro

October 6, 2010
8:00 pm

Anne Carson was born in Canada and teaches ancient Greek for a living. She is the author of Autobiography of Red (Knopf, 1998), Men in the Off Hours (Knopf 2001), Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera (Knopf, 2005), NOX (New Directions, 2010), and many other works.

David Shapiro has written many books since his first, January, emerged in l965 from Holt, Rinehart and Winston with poems written when the poet was l3-l6. He was a violinist in his youth and was educated at Columbia, Cambridge University, and has taught at Columbia, Cooper Union, Brooklyn, Bard, and Princeton, both as art historian and as poet. Currently tenured at William Paterson University, he wrote the first book on John Ashbery’s poetry, the first volume on Mondrian’s flower studies, the first on Jim Dine’s paintings, and the first monograph on Jasper Johns’s drawings. He has won many prizes such as the NEH, NEA. He collaborated with John Hejduk on many operas, masques and books, and their Palach project was dedicated by President Havel at the Castle in Prague. He has been much translated and appears in many anthologies here and abroad. His play with Stephen Paul Miller, Two Boys on a Bus, was performed at the Kitchen with music by Laurie Anderson and stared Taylor Mead. He collaborated extensively with Rudy Burckhardt on films and photographic pamphlets, and at 24 was the youngest poet ever to be nominated for the National Book Award. His ten books of poetry include Poems from Deal, A Man Holding an Acoustic Panel, The Page-turner, Lateness, House (Blown Apart), Burning Interior, To an Idea, After a Lost Original, and the recent Selected Poems. He has a one-man exhibit of his collages at Turtle Point Press this Fall.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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David Lau & Douglas Piccinnini

October 8, 2010
10:00 pm

David Lau‘s first book of poetry, Virgil and the Mountain Cat, came out last year from UC Press. He is co-editor of Lana Turner: a Journal of Poetry and Opinion. He teaches regularly at Cabrillo College and the University of California, Santa Cruz; for spring 2011, he is visiting faculty in the graduate program in creative writing at St. Mary’s College. New poems are forthcoming in A Public Space and Columbia. His other ongoing projects include Laborland, a video documentary on labor and art in California, and political organizing with the student movement in the golden state.

Douglas Piccinnini‘s writing has appeared or is forthcoming in The Antioch Review, The Cultural Society, EOAGH, Jacket, Lana Turner, Ping Pong, So and So, Supermachine and Verse. A chapbook, S♢FT, is forthcoming from The Cultural Society. He lives in Brooklyn, NY and curates the CROWD Reading Series.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Christie Ann Reynolds & Simone White

October 11, 2010
8:00 pm

Christie Ann Reynolds is a native New Yorker and holds degrees from Hofstra University, Queens College and The New School. Her chapbook, idiot heart, was chosen in 2008 by Brenda Shaughnessy for The New School Chapbook Competition. She is the co-author of a chapbook, Girl Boy Girl Boy forthcoming with Correspondences and author of Revenge Poems, Supermachine’s first chapbook. Christie Ann was the recipient of a 2003 undergraduate Academy of American Poetry Award. Some of her work has been published or is forthcoming in Blaze Vox, La Petite Zine, The Houston Literary Review, Pax Americana, Maggy, Sub-Lit, and others. She teaches writing at Hofstra University, for The Borough Writing Workshop and is co-curator of the Stain of Poetry Reading Series.

Simone White‘s first book, House Envy of All the World, was published this year by Factory School. Her work has appeared in The Recluse, Callaloo, Ploughshares and the exhibition catalog for The Studio Museum’s Flow, among other places. Currently a Ph.D. candidate in English at CUNY Graduate Center, she teaches at Hunter College and lives in Brooklyn.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Robert Hershon & Cedar Sigo

October 13, 2010
8:00 pm

Robert Hershon‘s most recent book is Calls from the Outside World, his 12th collection. His work has appeared in The Nation, American Poetry Review and Poetry 180, among many others, and he has recently written for the Poetry Foundation and Best American Poetry websites. Among his awards are two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and three from the New York State Foundation on the Arts. Hershon has edited Hanging Loose Press since 1966 and served as director of The Print Center for 35 years.

Cedar Sigo is 32 years old. His books include Selected Writings, Expensive Magic, Portraits and Music For Torching. This past year he blogged for SFMOMA. He has collaborated with many visual artists including Oscar Tuazon, Colter Jacobsen, Will Yackulic and Frank Haines. His new collection of poetry, Stranger In Town, is number four in the City Lights Spotlight Series. He lives in San Francisco.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Ben Estes & Paul Killebrew

October 18, 2010
8:00 pm

Ben Estes is the author of the chapbooks Lamp like l’map (Factory Hollow Press) and Cymbals (The Song Cave). He has been educated by the Kansas City Art Institute, the University of Iowa, and is currently enrolled in the Program for Poets and Writers at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst. With Alan Felsenthal he is the editor and publisher of The Song Cave (a series of singular things) and the journal Sea Ranch. He currently lives in Northampton, MA.

Paul Killebrew was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee. He currently resides in Louisiana and works as a lawyer at Innocence Project New Orleans. His first full-length collection, Flowers, was published this year by Canarium, and his long poem Inspector vs. Evader is soon to be re-published online by Ugly Duckling Presse.

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Wanda Coleman & CAConrad

October 20, 2010
8:00 pm

Known for her take-no-prisoners readings, Wanda Coleman is a contributor to HARRIET ( and drgodine.blogspot. She has been featured in Writing Los Angeles (Library of America), Poet’s Market (2003), Quercus Review VI, The Los Angeles Review, the Burnside Review and online at MS. A seminal figure of L.A.’s poetry underground, she has shared the stage with such cultural icons as Timothy Leary, Alice Coltrane, Allen Ginsberg, and Richard (Louie Louie) Barry. She has been an Emmy-winning scriptwriter, and columnist for Los Angeles Times magazine; a nominee for poet laureate of California, and for the USA artists fellowship. Coleman’s books include Bathwater Wine, winner of the 1999 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize—the first African-American woman to receive the award, and Mercurochrome (poems), bronze-medal finalist, National Book Awards 2001. Her honors include fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the NEA. Her most recent books include Ostinato Vamps (Pitt Poetry Series), The Riot Inside Me: Trials & Tremors (nonfiction, Godine/Black Sparrow), WANDA COLEMAN: Poems Seismic in Scene (de la chienne) – Mise en page et calligraphies/layout and illumination by Jean-Jacques Tachdjian, and new collection of stories, and Jazz & Twelve O’clock Tales.

CAConrad is the recipient of the 2009 Gil Ott Book Award for The Book of Frank (Wave Books, 2010). He is also the author of Advanced Elvis Course (Soft Skull Press, 2009), (Soma)tic Midge (Faux Press, 2008), Deviant Propulsion (Soft Skull Press, 2006), and a collaboration with poet Frank Sherlock, The City Real & Imagined (Factory School, 2010). He is a co-founder of PACE (Poet Activist Community Extension). The son of white trash asphyxiation, his childhood included selling cut flowers along the highway for his mother and helping her shoplift. Visit him online at, or with his friends at

Posted Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 in Program Calendar, Readings

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Re: Cowboy Somewhere in Texas... Lepadah's "Texas Cowboy Singing to Midnight."

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I have no right to say - what I am about to say.
After all, I am just a Cowboy Somewhere in Texas.
Beads of sweat, this Texas sun is hot...
Hot it is, kinda like you,
refresh, a viscous brew.
Licking lips,
droplets, pouring off my brow, my nose.
Not round. The beadlets try to hang on.
Click - a pictured pose.
Not letting go until the last moment,
its salty scent,
grasping, each contorting, transforming,
a saturated wet...
Is it a heart-shaped bead of sweat?
Seeping from an inner sanctum,
kinda like you,
hot inside, not one, but two.
Content with life, a purring hum.
You offer me a sip of juice
from a rivered sluice
to quench my thirst,
a bubbled burst,
a feebled excuse cannot deduce...
Seduce a mind, lest not confined
and draw. Create a design,
continual like cursive,
intertwine, no end.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Death Poets

One of mass
spread traffic bankrupting rhyme
forget squandering time
creating crawl lines

forget the glitz
we're coming super tight
like spandex
super hyped explosion
macking mic's

rocking block heads
leave blown
cascading over preposition
lost inhibitions

test skills
medicate membranes
baptized deliriously insane
epically furious
deliverance sickly serious

forget the backdrop
delete that shit
fade the band
water the incense
the new scent
smell me...

forget the gloss
poetically embossed
beaming bold italics on strathmore
legitimate drip premium

© 2010 Lepadah


This was an interesting write, almost a rap, I liked the
off the wall style, had a good flow, opened the imagination. John



Please join The Moth for a special event at The New Yorker Festival

Tales Out of School 2 / A New Yorker Night with The Moth

Five New Yorker writers take you the behind the scenes.

Saturday, October 2nd

Hosted by:
Andy Borowitz

Featuring stories by:
David Grann
Jane Mayer
Susan Orlean
Jeffrey Toobin
Calvin Trillin

Leo Carey

at Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleecker Street

6:30pm Stories Start on Stage

Please note, this is a partnership with The New Yorker Festival and they control all of the ticketing. The Moth will not be selling tickets or tables to this event. We expect tickets to sell out very quickly. Last year, tickets went on sale at noon and were sold out at 12:01 PM.

Tickets will be available starting TODAY Friday, September 10th at 12 NOON E.T. here:

You may also purchase tickets by phone at 800-440-6974 or by visiting Ticket HQ. Ten percent of tickets to all events will be available at the SVA Theatre, at 333 West 23rd Street (between Eighth and Ninth Avenues) the day before the show on Friday, October 1st, from 12 noon to 4 P.M. First come, first served.

Directed by: Catherine Burns and Jenifer Hixson
Produced by: Jo Krukowski

Andy Borowitz (host) is a humor contributor to The New Yorker and the host of PBS’s Next Week’s News. His books include Who Moved My Soap?: The CEO’s Guide to Surviving in Prison, The Republican Playbook, and The Borowitz Report: The Big Book of Shockers, a collection of articles from his online column, The Borowitz Report, which received the first National Press Club Humor Writing Award.

David Grann has been a New Yorker staff writer since 2003. “The Lost City of Z,” his New Yorker article about his journey into the Amazon to uncover the fate of a missing explorer, was expanded into a Times best-selling book. Many of his New Yorker pieces are collected in The Devil and Sherlock Holmes: Tales of Murder, Madness, and Obsession.

Jane Mayer joined The New Yorker as a staff writer in 1995 and covers politics and national security for the magazine. Her honors include the John Chancellor Award for Excellence in Journalism and a Guggenheim Fellowship. She is the author of The Dark Side: The Inside Story of How the War on Terror Turned Into a War on American Ideals, and the co-author, with Jill Abramson, of Strange Justice and, with Doyle McManus, of Landslide.

Susan Orlean has written for The New Yorker since 1987. Many of her pieces are collected in The Bullfighter Checks Her Makeup: My Encounters with Extraordinary People and My Kind of Place: Travel Stories from a Woman Who’s Been Everywhere. Her book The Orchid Thief, which originated as a piece for the magazine, was the basis of the Spike Jonze film Adaptation. She is working on a book about Rin Tin Tin.

Jeffrey Toobin is a staff writer at The New Yorker and a senior analyst for CNN. His subjects for the magazine have included the Supreme Court Justices Stephen Breyer, Anthony Kennedy, John G. Roberts, John Paul Stevens, and Clarence Thomas. He is the author of five books, including Too Close to Call, A Vast Conspiracy, and The Nine: Inside the Secret World of the Supreme Court.

Calvin Trillin joined The New Yorker as a staff writer in 1963 and has contributed reporting pieces, humor, poetry, and essays. His many books include the comic novels Floater and Tepper Isn’t Going Out; Deciding the Next Decider: The 2008 Presidential Race in Rhyme; and the memoir About Alice, which grew out of his New Yorker piece “Alice, Off the Page.”

Hope to see you there!

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