choice words about the road house debacle... |
there's apparently been a few rumors going around about a gig we somewhat recently played at the road house on folly beach. here's the real version, in brief...the owner's an idiot who gets piss... Posted by Magic Bronson on Mon, 12 May 2008 05:13:00 PST |
Poems Written From The Edge Of America (BOOK) |
Poems Written Near The Edge Of America
By Hop Beckner
January 28, 2008
Edited By The Maskers
Written For Amanda Ballard
Thanks.
So
The Great Teacher
On his birthday
Shared this secret... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 08:32:00 PST |
unedited poem about the future/present |
i've been through
it
enough times to know
i've lived through
it
enough years now
to find out for myself
that Allen Ginsberg's prophecy
that he'd be reborn in the minds
of poetry's next generation
was ... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 06:33:00 PST |
an interesting turn of events... |
In the sixth century B.C., Perillus of Athens constructed for Phalaris, Tyrant of Sicily, a metal bull to be used as an instrument of torture. When victims were placed inside it and roasted to d... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 07:51:00 PST |
an interesting quote...free of charge |
My stomach - is it an eagle's stomach? For it likes lamb best of all. Certainly it is the stomach of some bird. Nourished on innocent things and on little, ready and impatient to fly... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 07:36:00 PST |
unedited poem about a ghost... |
listening to this guy play guitar was making me sick
was making me remember
better tunes and better men
cleaner times and cleaner melodies
and that's when i started to feel
mike barker's ghost
s... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 11:05:00 PST |
unedited poem about hard beds... |
i've slept on many uncomfortable beds in my life
hand-me-down beds from deceased uncles
futon mattresses without the futon
assorted sofas in varying degrees of dilapidation
stained pieces of foam
one ... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 10:41:00 PST |
unedited poem about coming home |
i got home from work a few minutes early
just in time to meet my upstairs neighbor
who i've never met before
just heard through the paper-thin walls
he and his boy were moving out
and leaving all... Posted by Magic Bronson on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:41:00 PST |
unedited poem about "since..." |
it's been three and a half months
since i last saw her, held her
and i've changed apartments since then
got a new haircut, shaved off the beard
bought a new favorite shirt
and the three months passed ... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 08:39:00 PST |
unedited poem about how you spend your time... |
you can spend your whole life
thinking two months ahead
spending money you haven't yet made
deciding which of your various treasures
you can sell or shouldn't sell
working your ass off
drowning in wor... Posted by Magic Bronson on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 11:15:00 PST |