HPWEVER IT IS JUMBLED UP. MY GUESS, IS THE HACKER STILL DEMONIZING MY PAGES, WANTED ME TO BACKSPACE IT TO DESTROY IT FOREVER, WHICH I DID NOT. SO FOR THE TIME BEING, READ IT THE BEST YOU CAN, MY TIME ALLOTTED AT VARIOUS LIBRARY COMPUTERS IS EXTREMELY LIMITED:
a vignettes play, highly successful SEPT. 10,02: SONG:POEM: JOHN WAY of California, asking that as he is considered for poet laureate of California, he work towards a team of 7 poet laureates, instead of just one to reflect the multi ethnicity reality of California. An idea that could have exciting prospects, within our nation, even worldwide. (Yesterday, I emailed an invitation to this page and idea to Quincy Troupe at the University of California, San Diego, where he teaches and to the San Diego League Of Women voters. Today in the June 11, 02, San Diego Union Tribune Newspaper, there is an article about him, in which he talks about an idea if he is to be poet laureate of California, that he would bring multi racial top poets into schools, to perform their works funded by corporate America...whoa nellie, thats awfully similar to MY idea! Not only that, but I suggested in an email, some months ago, sent to San Diego newspapers (including the Black newspaper "San Diego Voice and the Governor of California, the idea above. Just because I have been living, amoung the homeless, sharing their terrible plight for sometime, not like Mr. Troupe who has been residing in swank La Jolla, Ca., there is no reason to suddenly produce an idea similar, if not like mine, and get away with it. Perhaps, his published works should come under scrutiny of plagiarizing detectives. Will my play idea go into the same tunnel only to appear as his credit? J.B. On the day (June 12,02), I recorded this previous last using a computer at Escondido, Ca., library at Kalmia St(COMPUTER#9) , SUDDENLY, a window opened up, on my just barely finished page, with an instant messaging announcing, I had 25 messages waiting and in heavy block printing, the name or code of "KWALLI" I closed it out, only to have it reappear, and then large blank windows behind it, crashing the computer! I never have nor will use the instant message system, so IT WASNT MINE and to have it interfere with this particular page out of my many many other pages, defies logic. I reported it by email NE COYOTE SONG
(Answering The Machismo Of The USS Belleau Wood)
A Rousing Lead Tenor With A Sarcastic Style Using Exaggerated Facial Comment:
"Putin'
Rootin'
in the Bush Garden,
He aint gonna find
a truffle,
or maybe, he will."
Red Army Chorus:
"What Is A Russian Like In Bed?"
"You Mean besides
The Trained Bear
Dancing In The Hall?"
"You Mean Besides
Catherine The Great
Dwarves
At The Foot Of The Bed?"
"You Mean Besides
The Couple Next
Door, Knocking
On The Walls"
(THIS IS AN INVITATION
TO RUSSIAN POETS
TO CONTRIBUTE
TO THIS WORK,
ADDING THEIR OWN STANZAS,
IMAGINING THEMSELVES
IN A TENAMENT ROOM,
UNIVERSAL THROUGHOUT
THE WORLD,
HOW SHOULD WE END
THIS PIECE,
I HEAR YOU NO LONGER
GROW THE BAIILIAKA
GOURD.
HOW SAD, WHAT A FINE
MELANCOLY ECSTASY, IT WAS.
I Am Leaving A Space
In The Middle
Of This Bed
For You To
Consider...
....I Am Requesting
Labiau@yandex.ru,
email this to you,
this humble request,
secret from the Americans
I quite assure you,
they unworthy
as musical barbarians.
J.B.
THE SING _PLAY IDEA!
MY GOD! SOMEONE HAS REMOVED MY IDEA, WHICH WAS TO HAVE HOMELESS STORIES SUNG, BY A PERFORMER, WITH THEM ON STAGE, AS TO HOW THEY BECAME HOMELESS OR WHAT IS LIKE TO BE>AND THEN A ROUSING SONG FINALE< WITH ALL SINGING.
PERSONALLY, I PREFER CLASSICAL MUSIC,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW SNOOTY THEY ARE.
J.B.
12,18,03: When I first wrote this, having contacted the haughty San Diego State University, receiving a return vitriolic email, from a student.
Within that disappeared page, I CHALLENGED QUINCY TROUPE TO A POET'S DUEL!
I suggested that the poets be paid 10% of gate receipts, the other going to cost of the production and to local charities.
PLEASE SCROLL DOWN, THERE IS A LARGE SPACE OF NOTHING BEFORE THE OTHER TEXT APPEARS>WHEN I WRITE IN THE TEXT PAGE NOW, IT WONT LET ME EDIT FROM THE TOP< IT IMMEDIATELY GOES TO THE BOTTOM OR END OF TEXT, ITS MADDENING>
"You Mean Besides The
Days Old Chamber Pot
Beneath The Bed?"
"You Mean Besides
The Madman Standing
On The Roof Screaming?"
"You mean Besides
The Furniture
Going Out The Bedroom
Window?"
Headline Addressing This Following Text: Auditions would begin using real Homeless in vignettes, singing improvisational, describing their circumstances, for instance a mother with children, or a drunk describing his life. Three minutes allowed. All individually stand in shafts of light on a dark black state, the light moving as a spotlight on thr floor slowly to each participant. Standing to the side of each, barely in light, a celebrity singer. After intermission, the celebrity will sing what was stated previously, music by instrument to be decided by director of play. End of play, is a rousing music production of celebrities and homeless. I think this form could also be used for other subjects such as povety, etc. in future projects. J.B. I will send this idea to Quincy Troupe, a poet and professor at San Diego Universityto the F.B.I. as cyber terrorism. J.B. Today, June 14, 02, I will be emailing to international, national, state newspapers and other news services, one question, since Mr. Troupe is now a Governor Gray Davis appointed California poet-laureate, COULD HE PASS A DRUG TEST? (In the last week of June, while I was using a computer at the Oceanside, Ca., computer lab, I suddenly heard the expletive MFR coming my way, I looked up to discover immediately in front of me, at another computer stood a man that resembled a stocky built Quincy Troupe. He stood besides a distinguished, well dressed Black woman at her being used computer. I quickly emailed the U.S. Justice dept. and left fairly quickly. I havent gone to the UCSD campus to bother him! A coincidence, I doubt it. AN OPEN LETTER TO: Dr. Warren, Pub. & Ed., The San Diego Voice & Viewpoint newspaper, P.O. Box 120095, San Diego, Ca. 92112: A Proposed Event: A Challenged Poet Duel Between Quincy Troupe and Myself., to be called, "Those Crazy Americans Poet Duel Event." Suggested Rules: A. All participants must wear clothing. B. Judges: 7 multi-ethnic persons (see G.) C. 60% winner funds will go to U.N.I.C.E.F., 40% loser funds will go to loser, with his habits, he'll need the money. These percentages come out of what is left from a gross take: 30% for promoters, the other 70%, the winner & loser of event. D. Guaranteed safe escape to loser to Guam, or a reasonable vicinity. 7 poems performed by the two event poets, 3 minute limit. F. No obscenity, except implied, innuendos acceptable. G. No shaking of hands before performance (Police assure me, certain drugs can be passed by skin contact.) MCed by whos crazy enough to volunteer. Or selected by promoters. H. One spontaneous poem brought about by drawing from fish bowl (dry) one of two word choices of same word, such as cat_feline.* Making 8 poems by each poet, presented in all. I may choose to wear a small Rebel flag inside of my clothing, do Rebel rings exist? Jerry E. Barta, Poet-Gardener. Let me tell of an event, in 1984, in Bisbee, Arizona. I had written a play of poetic vignettes*, called "A Comedy, I Think." I went to the local Cochise Fine Arts Gallery and suggested, we have actors on very sparse sets, for instance, one poem on a ladder to simulate the steps that went up the mountain sides. I suggested that a pot luck be held before the performance. I rounded up the actors, a surly temperamental lot, who told me, the night before the event, they "had the right to change my words." Furious, the night of it, I got very very inebriated and made it home to sleep, waking up to a day full of raves about then their most successful happening. Later, I heard a casette, and the actors did not do as threatened. The Mexican Love Poem of Spirit with accompanying mariachis, a speaker in English and one in Spanish was superb. The joke was on me! THIS IS WHAT COULD ENHANCE POETS WORKS AND BE ENTERTAINING AS WELL...A MORE PLEASANT DUEL. J.B. President: "Lets Stamp out Gospel and Country Western Music In Our Lifetimes." http://www.geocities.com/poet92363 . * I was born in the year of the tiger. In about 1992, I walked onto the campus of UCSB in Santa Barbara, Ca.,and proceeded to their post office, discovering I needed a pen...so I went into their campus bookstore, and not wanting to risk my backpack being outside(its my home)took it inside, went quickly to the pen section, asking for their cheapest, they handed me one, saying it 85 cents. Back at the front of the store, THE PEN WAS TAKEN FROM ME< THEM REFUSING THE 85 CENTS< SHOUTING AT ME< THAT I "HAD VIOLATED THEIR SPACE!" THEY SAID THE STORE MANAGER HAD CALLED THE CAMPUS POLICE. I QUICKLY LEFT AND WALKED TO THE CHANCELLORS OFFICE, WHERE I SPOKE TO THE ASST. CHANCELLOR, WHO APOLOGIZED AND ASSURED ME ALL WAS FINE. OUT OF HIS OFFICE, AT THE CAMPUS MAIN BUS STOP< I WAS SUDDENLY ACCOSTED BY CAMPUS POLICE, WHO CALLED SANTA BARBARA POLICE< WHO ARRESTED AND HANDCUFFED ME< MADE ME SIT IN A HOT PATROL CAR< WHILE THEY ACTUALLY HUDDLED TOGETHER AS IF A FOOTBALL GAME. I WAS THEN TAKEN TO JAIL< WHERE I SPENT THE NIGHT, AND RELEASED, HAVING BEEN CHARGED WITH DISORDERLY CONDUCT. 2 months later, the local Superior Court Judge THREW THE CHARGES OUT IN THE INTEREST OF JUSTICE. , In General,it did not endear me to universities. J.B.
IN BISBEE,AZ, in the 1970's, some friends took my play, and showed it to Lily Tomlin when she visited them, then she did her own version of. Her ethics however questionable, though she produced an award winning vignette play of her own.
Too, in that town, I was a well known poet and citizen activist, a local artist Peter Young, collected my written works. In one of those poems, I suggested in imagerie, that a film be done with Indians racing buffalos.
The author of Kevin Costners "Dancing With Wolves," was plucked out of Bisbee,Az., where he had worked as a dishwasher.
I should have been at least given a credit for the idea.
FREEDOM!HA!, for the corrupt wealthy, not for us downtrodden poor citizens. J.B. (12,21,03)
