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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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12/14/08

Dreams About Sleeping

In Memoriam: Charles Barney Jr. (10/27/1954 - 12/13/2008)

you always wanted us to write that double edition
book the kind that you flip around with your half
the Indian part of the tale and mine with the white
side of things but of course talking about it was
much easier because time means nothing when
you're half loaded yet there were some good
stories like how we scarred up each other's faces
pretty good and bloody there at the bridge
fighting over the same woman when I slammed
yours with an unopened 16 oz. beer bottle and
you mine with a pipe you cocksucker or how you
sliced up one Indian real pretty for molesting his
own daughter and he would have died except
you dialed 911 and saved his ass but that put you
on the run from the law and the dude's family so
I lent you my 9mm for protection but those were
the crank days and you ended up jacking this one
fool and sticking the pistol in his mouth and the
cops came to me getting word it was my gun but
I can lie pretty good when I have to so you lasted
about another month camping out in the rain
wearing trash bags before you had to go to prison
but how you kind of mellowed when you finally
did get out yet still liked your knives and then all
the partying and that time I had an alcoholic seizure
on your ass and you were afraid the cops would
think you killed me if I died that was pretty funny
and those funerals and the bullshit and how I loved
your daughter and how you loved mine so that here
lately when you burned me for $100 that really
pissed me off and we ain't talked in months but so
now dawg you are dead you fucker and no one will get
to hear your side of the story or know how much we'll
miss each other like who has dreams about sleeping