Rauan.... Rauan... Rauan..... Rauan (O, Reb Livingston)

"Rauan’s difficult time breast feeding"

"Rauan in charge of meat"

"Rauan reduced to meat"

"deep inside Rauan is a swimmer trapped in a mailbox"

"marry me so we can save thousands of dollars on taxes"


Reb Livingston going at it over on her Tumblr

What's Right and What's Wrong with Reb Livingston (sort of).....

Over at Htmlgiant Reb Livingston talks about what's right and what's wrong about the small (indie) press world.... and some interesting insights (??) about why men go to strip clubs......

check it out here

Trumpet - Rooster - Henry Miller's Whores etc etc

Someone's playing a trumpet across the street. Perhaps it's a rooster. In L.A. county there's a new ordinance limiting a household to one rooster. Perhaps this is for the noise. More likely the fighting.

An SPCA commercial says 250,000 puppies are born to fight each year. It showed all sorts of neglected animals: dogs, cats, birds, cows, pigs, horses, tasmanian devils, mammoths and paramecium. I got teary eyed. As usual.

Last Halloween was the last time I drank. And the dead (my dead) are all still dead. Yeah! Sigh.

People are waiting for taxis. It's cold. The roosters and trumpets are honking.

As we all verge into extinction.

Like Miller's whores.

Germaine was different. Verging. Rundown. Cheap. Rouged. etc. etc. Rubbing her pussy. etc. etc.

A woman just burped in the elevator next to me. Her hands were full and I'd just pressed her button. 6. The burp was a thank you, I guess.

Had dinner with Joe Hall. Lunch yesterday with Reb Livingston.

Lots going on. Life's good.

Introducing Reb Livingston!

Portrait of Reb Livingston. (stern looking!)


If you're a writer interested in sending me a headshot (i like "eyes" mostly) please do so to ronklassnik2001 (at) yahoo (dot) com and I may well do one up of you.

Am thinking also of starting a blog with just these (writer portraits)

In Dream Land

Reb Livingston dreamed I was an Olympic swimmer and Reb so very much wanted me to ask her to the big dance.

Interesting.

I, on the other hand, dreamed I was talking to a man who was cut in half.

The Fool: Rauan Klassnik is not important

Reb Livingston dreams about me. And writes about it on her blog.

Reb (in a dream not involving Rauan Klassnik) says she was "underwater playing some kind of fish game."

Reb says "Rauan Klassnik is not important."

Reb's No Tell Motel is open to submissions now.

Reb reads lots of books about dreaming.

Reb wants to approach life as a fool.

A few nights ago I dreamed about some baby hummingbirds I found in a man-made nest under a wooden deck in an abandoned lot. They looked like baby Love Birds. Two men who'd looked quite threatening a moment before were suddenly telling me all about hummingbirds. I think the lot was Clayton's.

In other news:
I washed my dog today.


(p.s. Reb's a very good friend.)

"Fuck Off," etc: 12 Quotes from AWP

1)A nice and crazy woman bought a copy of my book.
Told Geoff Bouvier he was brilliant.
Told me to "fuck off."
Said she was "tired of sucking Paul Muldoon's dick."

(not sure in which order these 4 things happened.)

2) "No one's doing what I'm doing. I'm the most passionate writer here."

3) "If you buy a copy of it I'll draw you a boat."

4) "We're headquartered in Boston. Have offices in Chicago and New York. But we kick ass everywhere."

5) "Reading Holy Land's like getting punched. Reading With Deer's like getting knifed and then pissed on."

6) "She wrote it during an 8-week Ecstasy binge."

7) Reb Livingston (one of the most quotable people I've met):

"I need to coat my throat."

8) "I just wanted to say hello and tell you thanks for doing such a great job with my poems."

9) "Finger or thumb?" (kind of like "Tea or Coffee?")

10) "I'm way too important to talk to you. O, did I say that out loud (followed by a loud burst of fitful cackling laughter)."

11) "He wasn't as much of a prick as I thought he'd be." (Samson Starkweather regarding a well known--a very well known--poet)