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AND HOW TO ORDER, CLICK HERE:

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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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10/21/10

AMERICANIST WITH 10 ITEMS OR LESS

WE'RE COMING, MOTHERFUCKERS.
read the words on his T-shirt

emblazoned across
a picture of the
Statue of Liberty
giving the finger

we stood in line
at Fred Meyer's

he stared in anger

"Who's coming, man..." I
asked half buzzed

"You know, fuck those
rag-heads..."

his eyes were fixed on
the invisible enemy

"I can dig it..." I
told him

he picked up his
plastic bags full
of various and sundry

I set down my two
twelve packs of HIGH LIFE

I was going to my
first time Bob Dylan
concert at the
Jackson County Expo

I had won the tickets
on the radio

it was now three
days into the bombing

the salesclerk wore
a little American flag
pinned to her blouse

"I hope he does
Blowin' In The Wind..."
I said softly

"Pardon me?" she said

"We're going to
win!" I laughed

"You're damned right
we are..." she looked
at me then slowly
counted my change
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