I sold a copy of the children’s book a couple of weeks ago. We had a second printing done, and it’s not done cheaply so it was expensive press run, then we never got around to promoting it even doing a show or two where we could put it out, so now we just have a couple boxes of it for future purposes.
Mostly what I have been working on, after a year of doing other peoples’ books, Iced Cream by Jesus Correa, and The Zen of Beard Trimming by C.J. Campbell, is a personal crusade to promote Outsider Poetry and move up in the Google rankings for the search term, which has proven difficult because sometimes you run up against someone who has poached a search term unwittingly, much the same way we did with “Rhino Wrangler” when we wrote this book and there were a couple of product lines we crowded out of the top page for a while, but due to general laziness and not working together we lost the search term and I doubt we’re even on page one anymore.
Anyway, I’ll lay down a poem that is an example of Outsider Poetry, then a couple of links, then I have to go rub Jenny because she’s already sick because the kids returned to school.
Watching Braveheart With John
I made the mistake
Of watching Braveheart
With my friend John.
Midway through the
Torture sequence
(And keep in mind
This is a first viewing)
John catapults into
A tirade:
“That movie, Signs,
What the fuck was
Up with that, motherfucker?
Worst fucking movie
I ever saw.
Hope you’re suffering
You son of a bitch.
Oh yeah, shove that thing
All the way up his anti-
Semetic ass.
M Shammalammadingdong
My ass.
I want my seven godamn
Dollars back.
I hope it hurts
Like hell you
Motherfucker.”
I didn’t get much
Out of the movie after that
And it didn’t seem to
Make any sense explaining
To John
That addressing your problems
To a two dimensional
Fictional character portraying
A mythical 11th century character
Wasn’t going to get his
Money back or make
M Shammalammadingdong
Movies any more watchable.
But I guess I know
How he felt.
Most likely the same way
You feel about
Me right now.
But you’re not getting
Your money back
Either.
I forgot about that poem. Anyway, I have consumed four Tab Colas this evening and a sleeve of fun size Milky Way bars and I have to tell you about the outsider poetry journal vavlt and this new Outsider Poetry venture I am editing along with Olivia Suchs. It has been a lot of fun, and starting to receive submissions from writers who obviously haven’t bothered to even read our publication, or anyone else’s poetry in general, is a treat only editors of literary magazines get. I wish I could do these last 25 words on gift certificate heck I should even have typed out the words twenty-five I bet I never go back to Houston.