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FOR MORE INFO ON HAPPY HOUR
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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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12/3/08

NO XMAS

for Jon Alan Carroll

such a righteous story you
told all those years ago about
that drunk who picked you up
hitchhiking Xmas Eve on the
downside when the dude says
there ain't no Xmas for
bums like us that it has stuck
with me this far past every
agonizing holiday and reminds
me of the time I played Santa
at the Emporium Capwell in
San Francisco when some kid
had asked me to please cure
her mother's cancer right after
this other girl had wanted the
fur coat in the window down the
street at Macy's each with the
distinct pleading of their own
station in life which made it
easier to customize the lie so
that when after the shift was
over and I took off the costume
that reeked of piss from hundreds
of kids sitting on my lap all day
I felt like what that prick God
must feel like and I punched out
to go get a double shot backed
with a High Life not exactly too
gentle into that Stille Nacht