THE FOLLOWING BOOKS
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WORK OFF OF THIS BLOG!!!!



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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,
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12/9/07

Some Notes On The Filming Of BUG DEATH



everything changed on television a mandate

wiped clean with the perfumed wrists of

the first date so traditional like a gun

cleaning kit in the glove box far from

being romantic the rape sequence was

filmed in black and white on an

immaculate beach of a private island

owned by a hip-hop artist with some

cornball name and questionable pull

with minor gangsters back in the

garment district in NYC well of course

I was taken aback as a moth would be

in an abandoned rooming house mirror

on St. Valentine's day I mean that is

quite a palate cleanser let me tell

you and when she stared wide-eyed

as I penetrated myself with the

vibrator I thought she would forget her

lines altogether I mean it was more

than an attachment to some poet it was

acting for god's sake and she held it

together oh and I remember that Mexican

grip asking me 'todo?' but he never called

back it's not easy remaking a classic you

know that's why I shunned the party circuit

back then it's like handwriting you've never

seen in a guest book you won't remember