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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...
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7/30/09






ONE
OF
THE
GOALS
OF
THE
SWINE
FLU
VACCINE
IS
DEPOPULATION





Baby Pictures

one time I was smoking a joint
with John Giorno over there at
222 Bowery talking about those
very early found poems of his
and he told me man that's like
looking at baby pictures and
that was pretty cool if you think
about it digging somebody's
work then finding out they don't
even give a shit about it at all
anymore so then once in Santa
Cruz during the Red Night Tour
he was telling me Bug Death
was a bad title for a book and that
could be right I haven't read the
whole thing through in almost 15
years just those revised sections
I've worked on but I'm too old for it
now if that makes any sense like
those moldy photo albums at a yard
sale full of faces you can only wonder
about for at least 30 seconds before
you go over to check out the LPs

7/17/09

The Abstract Truth

forget sewing memory
it's like taking pills
who counts after
awhile until those
mortuary restroom
walls start closing in
and you don't feel so
good it's the same
thing why remember
anything like Manson
said "don't think" or
Jon Voight in Heat too
cool to fucking care
even though you think
he might or Ayler doing
Universal Indians
with his alto lyrics
defying all subvocal
speech because nobody
would have remembered
if he was only talking
to himself

7/14/09

OF GUNFIGHTER BALLADS AND TRAIL SONGS

to Junkyard Rob, guitar playing
motherfucker, horseman, friend


SPRAGUE RIVER
--A missing Sprague
River man was shot in
the back of the head
and then buried on the
property of a woman
accused of murder-
ing him, according to
Klamath County Cir-
cuit Court records.
Deanna Brindle,
47, of Beatty has been
charged with the mur-
der of Robert Kincaid,
54, who disappeared
from his Sprague River
home July 7. A body
believed to be Kin-
caid was found in a
shallow grave Thurs-
day on Brindle's prop-
erty off Drews Road
in the Tablelands area
between Sprague River
and Beatty.
"Deanna Brindle
shot Robert Kincaid
in the back of the head
with a 4-10 shotgun
while at her residence,"
according to a probable
cause statement filed
in Klamath County
Circuit Court.
Kincaid was last
seen July 7, leaving his
Sprague River property
for an 11-mile horseback
ride. He was riding one
horse and leading another-
er one.

7/11/09

My Favorite?

a good friend and colleague
who edited this prestigious
East Coast lit mag once
told me over a few shots
of Hornitos how Bukowski
one time had sent him some
poems with a note saying "if
you don't like these, I'll write
some more" or some shit
like that and I thought that
was tits just about to the
point if you're King of the
Mountain like these Rock Stars
singing about being poor and
I went home to go reread
The Roominghouse Madrigals

7/7/09

A HOLY LITANY IN YOUR SILLY MOOD

more people

more people
are dying in

are dying in
the United

the United
States from

States from
drug over-

drug over-
doses than

doses than
from gun-

from gun-
shot wounds

shot wounds

7/3/09

FUZZY ASMOPHERICS


"Jim Morrison passed on
the invitation to play
Woodstock for fear of
being assassinated
onstage."

7/1/09

Stains

the stains in your
shorts can't really
match the stains in
your heart from
everybody leaving
you all alone and
don't even mention
the claymation of
your fucked up liver
or the lost hours
stained with too
many false hopes
brought to you by
Dr. Death it's not
your time chavalo
so fucking take up
whittling and watch
your back the poems
only last so long and
you don't have too
many left before your
next prescription