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"To tell you the truth, I'm pretty burned out
on meat poetry or street poetry or poetry of
the down-and-out, whatever you want to call
it, because so much of it is bullshit; either bogus
motherfuckers who never shed blood but
insinuate themselves into the lives of those
who have and then make a name for themselves
by writing generic imitations, or a bunch of
middle-class kids still living at home talking
tough, aping Bukowski, Wantling, levy, Micheline...
but HAPPY HOUR is the real thing. Stark precision.
It's stripped down, bare bones authentic.
You be the real McCoy, amigo..."
-John Bennett


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DRINKING & THINKING
FROM BLUE PRESS,
SANTA CRUZ, CA. 2010
"For a while, now, outside of
what you/ve been doing
outside Klamath Falls and what
Todd Moore was doing outside
Albuquerque, not much
integrity married to the inside
dope of the poetic imagination
as far as my jaded view
has been concerned."
-Michael C. Ford


SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU
From 48th Street Press,
Philadelphia, PA. 2010
"SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU
is simply a great piece of work."
-GERALD NICOSIA


TASTE THE
From If Year Books,
Brooklyn, N.Y. 2009
"A cool little scrabble of
fugitive pieces, some
handwritten, some paste-
ups, all laid in like a scrapbook
miscellany with mean teeth."
-Kevin Opstedal, Ukulele Feedback


DON'T SAY A WORD
From Blue Press,
Santa Cruz, CA. 2008
"F. A. Nettelbeck isn't
fucking around."
-Patrick Dunagan,
galatea resurrects #9




Signed copies are $10 each,
plus $2 postage and handling...
checks payable to F. A. Nettelbeck,
POB 69, Beatty, OR 97621 U.S.A.
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9/14/07

THINKING OF TAKING A VICODIN WHILE THINKING OF LOS ANGELES

oblique and concerened like Art Blakey once told me take a high herbal enema relax man but of course untrained eye lazy eye wandering eye "what is there to see" back in Los Angeles the concrete spoke it's no time to quit as smoky riot skys broke up the prayers of the boy scouts of american phone booth BONG those coins were special then as the squeaky pussy of eyes closed the slight none event of you're gonna make it make what? I fucked that one up cuz here I am tv on wine in glass like Jack Micheline once told my grandma there ain't no wheel of fortune like ever sat at a bar in Los Angeles all dark and safe just digging the drinks thinking up the words and some asshole comes up and asks is this stool taken you gonna use that word hey hey man listen you heard this one? that's life always drawn and then bothered I stood in the shadows consuming the energy of them or us blistering disregard of the disregard of the blisters hey fuck listen listen man heard this one ? I'll steal your points motherfucker that's what I thought you know the game I'm not like you lover she said god damn little sister like Jim Carroll once told me how'd you get in the back here I can still see those brown thighs swoop on the juke