Hello to anyone who loves Austin or poetry and especially Albert Huffstickler’s poetry!
Could you send, by e-mail or post, a note to the Austin City Council to give your approval for naming a small Austin park in his honor?
At the end of this request will be further explanation, copied from e-mails from Rob Elzy [...]
Filed under: Albert Huffstickler, Sylvia Ann Manning
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THANKSGIVING EVE
That stranger bearing your name
is following you.
He is walking in your shadow
down the street,
listening to your silences,
tuning in on your prayers.
He is waiting for you
to sense him and turn.
Then he will turn
and you will follow him
back to the place where you come from,
back to the place that was home
before home was anyplace.
Albert Huffstickler Nov. [...]
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Writing poetry in america.
Writing poetry in america under the sign of the gun. Writing poetry in some broken down american bar. Writing poetry while trying to drive a cab. In america. Writing poetry while working at the post office, some guy has a stop watch on you, the hangover you are [...]
Filed under: Todd Moore
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Writing poetry in america.
Writing poetry in america under the sign of the gun. Writing poetry in some broken down american bar. Writing poetry while trying to drive a cab. In america. Writing poetry while working at the post office, some guy has a stop watch on you, the hangover you are [...]
Filed under: essays by todd moore
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Love Song
In how many rooms
have I thought about you
in fifteen years?
In how many states?
In how many moods?
Knowing all the while
that you were still the same
and that I was the one
who left and the past
is past and not dead
but living and unretrievable.
Actually, you were
a shit most of the time
but so beautiful.
Sullen and unapproachable.
So was I.
You said [...]
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La Buanderie
Ceci est comme Hopper l’aurait peint :
la rangée des sécheuses jaunes
attrapant le soleil dans la vitrine,
un homme la main étendue vers la machine à sous,
la tête tournée sur le coté comme s’il réfléchissait,
une femme penchée sur une large table
concentrée sur le tri,
une autre debout, les mains sur le côté, regardant au-delà –
comme si elle [...]
Filed under: Albert Huffstickler, Monique Laforce, Sylvia Ann Manning
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2002
Filed under: iniquity press / vendetta books
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La Voie de l’Art
Filed under: Albert Huffstickler, Sylvia Ann Manning, vox audio
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