"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..."
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."
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
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. __________________________________
I live here for 24 years fighting and fucking Indians and some cocksucker from Calif. turns me in for an outhouse and not having a proper septic and I get the letter from Klamath county explaining what I got to do or my family hits those red cinders so I send out the proverbial poor me begging letter and my one saint patron comes through as always but the famous-archive- 25-medical-patent-holding- motherfucking doctor in Miami who has my poems under glass sends only $50 even though the book I sent with the request was $10 and that's cool it's beer money but now what's beautiful is I also apply to Poets In Need there in Berkeley run by poets who wouldn't piss on me if it made me smell better and they send over a $2,000 grant in the name of the great Philip W. and with that and what the saint sent I pay back taxes get my permits and the test holes dug to hold them off a little longer and all the change goes to buying this soothing 2" snubbie pistol a poor man's insurance policy because I'm still lacking the other $8,000 the system will cost and now it's all up to a USDA rural development section 504 loan or face that street where the shit always runs downhill