I want to die all at once in a thousand ballads
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
F&$K Poetry!! I'll make a rabbit out of toilet paper
Thursday, February 16, 2012
a Tale of Two Pekes
Monday, February 13, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Me at Last Night's Reading
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Mushroom Pickers

They thought they were going to die after getting lost while picking mushrooms and spending nearly a week in the rugged forest of southwest Oregon.
They spent the nights huddled in a hollow log and considered sacrificing their pit bull, Jesse, for food.
"She's that good a dog, she'd have done it, too," Conne said.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Most Vulgar & Violent,.... (Holy Land)
well, well, what goes around doesn't always come around....

my Super-Ultra-Mega Muse, Seth Abramson gives my debut book, Holy Land, a thumbs up at the Huffington Post!!!
These poems may well be among the most vulgar and violent published in the English language in the past quarter-century. Many will be offended by what's in this book; Klassnik doesn't just gore sacred cows, he disembowels them and devours their entrails. A superficial reading of the text might even produce a damning accusation of homicidal misogyny. Yet such a careful study of violences--which is what, in toto, Holy Land is--permits a notable accumulation of gravitas, and Klassnik earns his strong language and deeply distressing imagery. In both its tender and horrifying moments, Holy Land aptly maps how we are chained to time, place, ourselves, and one another by a million minor assaults--only some of which are physical. As a wide-ranging, metaphoric look at death, power, gendered bodies, sublimity, despair, and anguish, Holy Land succeeds even as it terrifies and, yes, turns the stomach. A remarkable achievement, and one which deserves to be (and must be) read in its entirety.
The Whore's blood's trembling in me !!!

my Super-Ultra-Mega Muse, Seth Abramson gives my debut book, Holy Land, a thumbs up at the Huffington Post!!!
These poems may well be among the most vulgar and violent published in the English language in the past quarter-century. Many will be offended by what's in this book; Klassnik doesn't just gore sacred cows, he disembowels them and devours their entrails. A superficial reading of the text might even produce a damning accusation of homicidal misogyny. Yet such a careful study of violences--which is what, in toto, Holy Land is--permits a notable accumulation of gravitas, and Klassnik earns his strong language and deeply distressing imagery. In both its tender and horrifying moments, Holy Land aptly maps how we are chained to time, place, ourselves, and one another by a million minor assaults--only some of which are physical. As a wide-ranging, metaphoric look at death, power, gendered bodies, sublimity, despair, and anguish, Holy Land succeeds even as it terrifies and, yes, turns the stomach. A remarkable achievement, and one which deserves to be (and must be) read in its entirety.
The Whore's blood's trembling in me !!!
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
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
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