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THE MO'JOE ANTHOLOGY
2015 Finalist, NM AZ Book Awards
*John Roche was nominated for a
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Copy of TedX talk regarding the
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New update on Dale Jensen and Judy Wells
NEW FEATURE POET MARC CARVER, UNITED KINGDOM
BEATLICK PRESS AT THE DUENDE BOOK FAIR, JUNE 11
BOOK CONFERENCE LA 2016 FEATURING
MO'JOE ANTHOLOGY AND JOHN ROCHE
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Duende Book Fair at Anasazi Fields Winery
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July 2, 2015 Bill Nevins & Friends
Bookworks: Committing Poetry in a Time of War
March 30, 2014
Sherman Alexie at Popejoy Hall, UNM
Patrick Morrin, Virginia
Beatlick Joe tribute poem
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THE BEAT GOES ON:
BEAT POEMS
The Ultimate Beat: Jack Kerouac
POEM
Jazz itself
But dont let poetry kill itself
Dont be afraid
of the cold night air
Dont listen to institutions
when you return manuscripts to
brownstone
Dont bow & shuffle
for Edith Wharton pioneers
or ursula major nebraska prose
just hang in your own back yard
& laugh play pretty
cake trombone
& if somebody give you beads
juju, jew, or otherwise,
sleep with em around your neck
Your dreams’ll maybe better
There’s no rain
there’s no me,
I’m tellin ya man
sure as shit.
The Beat Poet Guru: Allen Ginsberg
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war, ”
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing
obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their
money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through
the wall,
And the man who published the Beats:
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
DOG
The dog trots freely in the street
and sees reality
and the things he sees
are bigger than himself
and the things he sees
are his reality
Drunks in doorways
Moons on trees
The dog trots freely thru the street
and the things he sees
are smaller than himself
Fish on newsprint
Ants in holes
Chickens in Chinatown windows
their heads a block away
The dog trots freely in the street
and the things he smells
smell something like himself
The dog trots freely in the street
past puddles and babies
cats and cigars
poolrooms and policemen
He doesn't hate cops
He merely has no use for them
and he goes past them
and past the dead cows hung up whole
in front of the San Francisco Meat Market
He would rather eat a tender cow
than a tough policeman
though either might do
And he goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factory
and past Coit's Tower
and past Congressman Doyle
He's afraid of Coit's Tower
but he's not afraid of Congressman Doyle
although what he hears is very discouraging
very depressing
very absurd
to a sad young dog like himself
to a serious dog like himself
But he has his own free world to live in
His own fleas to eat
He will not be muzzled
Congressman Doyle is just another
fire hydrant
to him
The dog trots freely in the street
and has his own dog's life to live
and to think about
and to reflect upon
touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury
a real realist
with a real tale to tell
and a real tail to tell it with
a real live
barking
democratic dog
engaged in real
free enterprise
with something to say
about ontology
something to say
about reality
and how to see it
and how to hear it
with his head cocked sideways
at streetcorners
as if he is just about to have
his picture taken
for Victor Records
listening for
His Master's Voice
and looking
like a living questionmark
into the
great gramaphone
of puzzling existence
with its wondrous hollow horn
which always seems
just about to spout forth
some Victorious answer
to everything
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
