THE FOLLOWING BOOKS
WERE PUBLISHED WITH
WORK OFF OF THIS BLOG!!!!



FOR MORE INFO ON HAPPY HOUR
AND HOW TO ORDER, CLICK HERE:

http://lokidesign.net/2356/2010/11/four-minutes-to-midnight-issue-eleven%E2%80%94happy-hour/

"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


A new EBOOK!
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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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10/16/10

As The Googlebot Crawls Our Pages

fucking around online I looked
up this dude Clay Tober I used
to know through his brother
Gary who brought him around
here to the ranch a couple of
times years ago and this fucker
was an old school Nashville
recording artist a straight out
bad ass Son of Hank with the
records and songs to prove it
"My song 'Okies and Crime Don't
Pay' is burning up the charts in
Oklahoma!" and he'd come playing
his guitar singing his righteous shit
handing out 8x10's and his tapes
and concert posters and this one
time Gary was going to go back
and live with him but we were all
drinking and Gary was escalating
pretty good so Clay sent him on a
beer run and after he split he took
me aside and told me just tell him
I had to go I had to go and then he
left in his conversion van with the
Tennessee plates and now today I
learned he died around '06 and
that tore me up so I'm sitting here
listening to his The Gladiator Pit
with my all time favorite country
song on it A Wife Just Like Mine
remembering when Gary mainlined
some shit in front of the Mission in
Klamath Falls and died in about 10
minutes a few weeks after his old
lady got burned up in a trailer fire
on table land and I called Castle
Records in Nashville to leave Clay
Tober the message and I'm sure
they told him but it really don't
matter it don't really matter at all