trompe le monde


do you recall that mtv show 'pimp my ride'? neither do i, never watched it, but i think the premise of the show is one where the participants would take a beater vehicle to a professional 'mack daddy' to have his/her car rebuilt into a sweet ride. i'm not sure what the hell the word 'pimp' means in the context of the show because to my old skool ears the word 'pimp' was slang meaning to sell, yourself and/or your goods and services.

in other words, it's not for lack of modesty or anything but i rarely it seems pimp myself and/or pimp the stuff i dig and the writers i love. forgive me, it's a fault of mine and a lifetime of habits ain't gonna end just because i attempt to will it to end.

wtf, anyway. let me do a bit of acting like huggy bear [the pimp character played by antonio fargas on the 70s tv show 'starsky and hutch' with a cool sartorial style] and do a bit of promotion.

first, my brother in the art, jonathan hayes, is participating in the litcrawl portion of the literary festival litquake in sf. here's a link to jonathan's profile. if you are in sf tomorrow, 10/9/10, click for the schedule here go see him read and then say hey to hayes.

ernesto priego has a new book the present day [leafe press; 2010]. it's a killer. i should know i provided a blurb. ernesto is a great writer both in spanish and english. click here and order the book now, will ya!

and ernesto's busy with a new project, the hay[na]ku postcard project, with ernesto 'crowdsourcing' poems via old-fashioned paper. i don't know what 'crowdsourcing' means quite, but i suspect if ernesto's in to it, then it's a good thing. click the link above, check the posts -- you might even recognize the title of a, ah hem, blog in the pics -- and ask to participate yourself.

and poet/photographer maurice oliver is keeping it good and real in portland, oregon. maurice is a very talented poet, see his blog here for both poems and pics, in his own right but he's also an unsung and excellent editor. his zine concelebratory shoehorn review is on it's 45th iteration. i have poems in it as well as the inimitable crag hill. check it, send maurice poems, and read a few yourself both on his own blog and his zine.

finally, the title of this post does not come from a desire to fool the world. rather, the weather has been so lovely, so deep into fall, that on my walks to and from work today i had some riffs by joey santiago looped in the brainpan, bringing me much joy in my steps. in short, i had this song stuck in my head: