I'll be reading tonight for Lagoons Editions at the Uptown Arts Center, at a special event featuring Fractal Edge Press poets! That means work from I Am Spam, as well as newer stuff.
Hope to see you there!
Musings by Chicago-based poet, songwriter, journalist, educator, musician & existentialist, Larry O. Dean
Showing posts with label I Am Spam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Am Spam. Show all posts
Friday, December 01, 2017
Monday, May 16, 2011
New Facebook Pages
There are two new Facebook pages regarding two of my books: About the Author (Mindmade Books 2011) and I Am Spam (Fractal Edge Press 2004). Please 'like' them, if indeed you do! Thanks in advance for your support.
Friday, June 04, 2010
Cafe Press
Cafe Press now features an online store for Zenith Beast, featuring official merchandise from my various enterprises: solo music and books, as well as music-related material from The Injured Parties, The Fussbudgets, Post Office, The Me Decade, and the annual Alex Chilton Birthday Bash.
Check it out! Be the first on your block to be gloriously betogged, and/or to quaff a beverage from an I Am Spam mug!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Short Story Reader
A quick (but BIG) thank you to Short Story Reader for the recent appreciation of my poem, "Be Your Own Boss." If I could blush in print, I would!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Pith & Vinegar: "Hi, Question for You"
For your reading pleasure -- a selection from I Am Spam (2004), my most recently published book of poems, 'inspired' by spam email subject lines. I lament that I didn't include my first successful spam poem in there, too, but once I got it in my head that I wanted to try to do a whole book I had many more titles on hand that I wanted to try writing from. Of course, it could've gone on (and on, and on) as well.Hi, Question for You
Where did you get that?
I hope I’m not being too personal.
It looks great on you.
I could never wear one of those,
my butt’s too big,
pardon my French.
Oh, are you French?
Parlez-vous Français?
Habla Español?
You look kinda European,
especially with that on.
When you take it off,
do you have to hang it up?
Does it wrinkle easily?
I hate to iron; come to think
of it, I don’t even own one.
An iron, I mean,
because obviously, I don’t
have one of those, although
I’ve always wanted one.
How much did it cost?
In American dollars.
I’ve been saving up
and would like to give myself
a gift, you know, something
special. Just like that.
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