something happened that disappointed Sharkey.Toes or angered him he wrote some horrible shit after the West Fargo show last when was it October yes this is my response equally puked vomit retch

oh yes. it is there. and much, much worse. up and down the spectrum he trashes and thrashes the local poets.

Lord have mercy everyone gets ripped. The poetas de no lugar, the acanto y laurel poets, rip rip shred shred Sharkey.toe kicks and stomps and says we they we they we they are all a bunch of buddy-loving hang-out-together crap-mouth garbage oh my oh my I wish I could manipulate and massage Spanish the way he does but

but

But

BUT

hell I like hanging out with them
and drinking beers and then
listening to them
read

a n d     so          

where's the crime in that? what sin
against "poetry" eh?

no nor none if SharkeyToes wants to bitch
and moan

          that too is okay with me let'em howl those tiburon toes
I believe in free speech much more than else not

BUT then there is that picture

that damn picture

that horrifying, gross, insulting, piece of photo editing

mmmmmm no no no it was not a dream, it is a nightmare there

no fue un sueño realmente es una pesadilla realmente está allá esa foto

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I come riding down the hill in the green taxi from Otay.

Like I came riding down last night, too. Here I am still in shock, still reflecting my own little manure pile of hatred go ahead quote me mangle me twist me all around and out of context I am still here very very angry at what you did to my friend's face oh yes it was you mister sharkey.toe yes you did that gross insulting trick you fucking whore you did you did you dit id grrrrrrrrrrr

now wait a minute. calm down Danny, you should not call sharkey.toe a phucking hoar because that is insulting to the prostitutes yes it is to say that he is that is that is an outright bare-faced insult to the hard-working prostitutes no he is much worse than a whore no, he is an enormous waste of talent and you, just like you are, dear Danial, and you are jealous for all his violent power over the Spanish tongue oh no no No NO NNNNNOOOOOOOOO i am NOT yes you are not yes you NOT NOT NOT

My own little hate-fulled  SHARKEY.TOES  BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA   ,    continued The Casa de la Nueve is celebrating its anniversary. I go to hear the house poets read LAST NIGHT. As you might have guessed they're called No-Lugar Poets or Poetas de No Place yeah mix up the words Danny see if I care Mikey not. Anyway, WE SEE all kinds of people there last night and just kick back and hear their poetry. Very enjoyable. We are crazy for poetry. Both of our left and write hands yes. We see all kinds of people there we hadn't seen for a while. Maybe even Sharkey was there. I dunno. Hadn't found the photo of him yet. Here's what he looks like I found it today. Hmmm. Earlier in the afternoon yesterday I read Shakey.Toes denunciation of them and every other goddam poet in the book he is especially horrible to my friend Aida he pastes her face onto the huge looming ass of some horrifying monster woman with lips like you simply would not could not believe I don't believe it I have to go check out more of his web blogs today yeah that's right Danial denial you're the freickin hore you Danny screaming voyeur look at you all excited and what emotion my my my but But BUT NO No no I have to go just to convince myself it wasn't a dream, wasn't a dripping wet nightnare no it was real I have not gone to sleep since that time today he pissed the possibility for sleep right out of my brain oh no Oh NO OH NOOOOOOO I sit here screaming and flaming at the keyboard in the internet cafe (LIAR you're writing at home, as usual you only upload well okay okay but I checked it out at the cafe that you did Dani you voyeur freak) and well so okay when I say that I saw it again and it was real he really does say those things and pastes those pictures eeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEwwwwwwwwwwwwww guacala what a gigantic asshole a picture of himself I guess we are always writing about ourselves no? No. Sometimes we write about others because we cannot stand to face ourselves. He does a really piss poor job of photoshopping it too the edges are all ragged and sharp no smoothing no blending no professional touch jeez sharkey I mean please for someone as talented as you obviously are in spite of all your noise and fury you clearly are talented but please learn how to photoshop a good counterfeit, okay? Or, maybe you wanted it to look all clunky and jagged around the edges, like you were looking for the naive, Gramma Moses cut-and-paste oops he saw the scissors look? Huh. No, no, I believe you were serious, that you meant to offend and abuse my friend, although you probably think you are defending the holy sacred soul of poetry by vomiting such visual puke as you put up on your blog with her face glued onto someone else's ass but please Please PLEASE I mean if you are going to cut and paste a piece of trash like that at least do it with some professional... style, eh? like this little number here... This was made from two completely seperate photographs David snapped one day looking out the little window of the hole-in-a-wall bar-kitchen he had for a while from two separate photos at two different times of a view at the same place just across the street that I clipped and photo-styled together (no, I did not use "photoshop" I used "photostyler" thus my verb instead of the other yes). On second thought, this one, too, is amateurish. You can definitely see the merge lines and the smear-touches but I deliberately wanted to make it obvious, too, and make the edges like a ripped piece of paper, yes. So many maybe baby you didn't do such a good thing, after all, Kraptor Shitmouth. But I am still mad at you for that picture of my friend. That was, and is, so fucking crude I won't even tell people where to go look at it. There. Sour grapes. Nya nay ya. Only this: all the respect I had for you has gone up in smoke. Sigh. What a pity. Waste. I had thought a lot better of you. Oh shut up myself enough is enough ya basta de basta de pasta de nada. (Esteemed reader: if you really must know, write us. We'll tell you personally, one at a time, by email, where to read his... writing. He doesn't understand English. WE HOPE! OffiCIAllly) .

In the audience. Noticing things. Traditional woven shawl over sleek, hip shoulders in the row in front of me. Postmodern yes. Black gloves on her hands. Scribble scribble scribble.

Up on the dias at the table stage, five sit in honor. Insitutional figures at table. The organizer, the academic, the patron, the curator, the director, here for the presentation of the catalog of the art event that took place last October

entijuanarte

a market of art stalls and performance spaces that took place right here on the broad esplanade outside this building where I scribble sit listen watch tonight, this huge brown federal cultural center called CECUT, yes it was five months ago outside, right outside. Olga Margarita is the curator who has shepherded the catalog into print, and she comes dressed tonight in tidal waves of purple, with a killer purple hat and high-top red tennies trimmed in... what's that? Rabbit Fur? Oh my God I love that woman she is one of the best, the very most wild and crazy bests of the damn smart young artists/curators in Mexico uh huh. Just controversial enough to be pleasant to hug.

Stop. The room is filling up with artists you don't know even know you don't even know if Tiburón Tiburón speaks or understands English what's the point whether he sees it or not why that is the point damned if he do and damned if he don't you are, Danial denial not you are if or not then so. But you think not. If it's the same who asked whether you would translate two years ago yes. You said probably not you preferred to work with poetry not prose but he gave you a copy of some printed work anyway time to get it out and look at is it look at it look as if it were is it or is it not Mamón?

she says: "mantener la memoria es una de las cosas más difíciles" and the delicious sound of her intelligent voice takes Mikey and me back to the classes we went to at the center for humanities here seven years ago this spring she taught the classes on art history and local art history. ah. *sigh*

then the academic man talks, the "plato fuerte" main course talk they call it heh he's a cultural anthropologist and he speaks off the cuff but rather eloquently about the concept and the realization of the event as a cultural phenomenon. This idea, he says, of a tianguis (street market) for art, is an important fact of entijuanarte, a fair that is in many ways so much more if we can say it, democratic, bringing the artist out of the galleries and into the streets where the people are, with prices being more democratic, too, without the gallery overhead

scribble scribble scribble

questions and answers

the catalog was not just a thing to organize alphabetically, no, it was neccesary to group the artists together either by their style or material or theme, so that we have one artist on one page, facing another; and now it is here, a physical artefact that we can hold in our hands, we can open it up and participate in this dialogue which one image has with another image

how did you select the artists (THIS MONTH THE CALL FOR AUDITIONS/APPLICATIONS IS OUT at the entijuanarte web site [google it I forget the address] yes)

I did not make the selection, she says, the committee did that. (the others at the table nod). What I did was present the articulation, the arrangement you see here, in the catalog.

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the patio is half-full
the gallery crowded

the people known
to each 

other

the night sings

the artists are crucified and nailed
		to the wall

their resurrected bodies mix and gossip
		in the patio

chit chat how are you how goes your project
very well thank you except we've been attacked
		twice
by rightwing hackers who hate my patron is leftist
so far left he even lives in Venezuela checkitout
and the rightwing haters hackers 
masturcomputerbaters
		came in

come in

		yes come in

aye gringo stop making jokes
and tell them what you really have done

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