Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Coming March 2018: BEYOND BEAT!!!



Once upon a time, when America was supposedly goofing great again and the world was nervous, there roamed across the plains in trains and automobiles finger snapping bipedal ghosts of Bitcoin future all swinging to their different drummers in black and white and living color shouting, "Come, they told me." And so snap, crackle, Pops, they did! and were bummed by the action to their reaction 'cause their jam just didn't jelly like that. So they took their action and grabbed the old grey beret by his nasty ass old bearded self and said, "Go hither and dither yon yer funky face and cooked book, crook... you're harshing my mellow, Tom. Don't want to toast our gooey centers with your flamethrowers of 'believe me' and 'huge', hit the road, toad, and don't you come back no more with your combover con, Don. Skeedaddle with your rattle, go rattle some other scene!!!" And the boppin' bipeds hit it and beat feet for the coast with the most, setting themselves against the laughing landscape traversing silly-cone valleys, charred deserts of real housewives re-al-it-tea and Jersey shores ruled by slow roasted Jabba giants squatting in their fast food huts.



Go beat in the long night. Go beat on the blistering news. Go beat the street sisters and brothers, broadcast your soul. Come kindred networks, cast your nets wide, spin your platters, join the chatter.

 Get ye to Beyond Baroque come March to commune with like minded unlikes, those that choose not to click and grin, dick and sin, but would rather live in sincere sin and say yay verily warily blithe robot spirits, indeed the beat goes on forever into that dark drink as the juke jumps and just goes on, and on, and on, and on... so let us be on together and beware the boogie folk bearing killing jokes of partisan prattle and turkey neck reformation, for surely the dark must fall and we must not fall for it but rather dig IT! Dig the light all the way to China 'cause baby the rain must fall, see? Seesaw see thru deja vu all over again in the shadows, and wasn't it you I seesawed on the sea shore at the red scare picnic the other day? Dig that Russian dressing. Dig that Russian bread, Fred. Putin is the Facebook bomb. Kim Jong is the nuclear bomb. Donald shithole is the unclear bomb, quack! The bomb is the bomb, fuck!


Gregory Corso is the BOMB, and wasn't it you swearing allegiance to the angry flag of a fake sun blowing swing low?


I know, I know, I know, you know? You know I know, don't you? Yes, of course you know.

 So go. Go now. Know now. So go know now... go know now for man and know all kindred and kind. Go sit on the can and can-can for man because the candy man can and he mixes it with love and makes the word taste good. 



Jack the Forever K with Steve Allen, 1959.




 Beyond Beat 2018
March 8-12

Like, be there.


 

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Beyond Beat 2018, March 8-12, 2018 at Beyond Baroque!!


Beyond Beat 2018
March 8-12, 2018


Beyond Baroque Director Richard Modiano and I are producing this five day fest as a celebration of the Beat Generation and Beat culture, past, present and beyond into the 21st century. Many events, readers, performers and speakers scheduled with much more information to come, so keep an eye open for news on these here pages. Folks from far and near are slated to participate including David Aram, George Herms, Frank T. Rios, V. Vale, Pat Thomas, Phoebe MacAdams-Ozuna, Luivette Resto, Iris Berry, Steve Silberman, John Dorsey, Marc Olmsted, M. Lane Bruner, Mike M Mollett, Yama Lake, Doug Knott, Lorraine Perrotta, Tate Swindell, Bill Woodbury, Will Aexander, Brian Chidester, Bill Mohr, MC Ford, Susie Heldfond-Saunders, Theo Saunders, Tosh Berman, Pegarty Long and many others TBA.


Beyond Beat 2018 International MailArt Exhibition

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 One of the events being organized by Neal "Skooter" Taylor and I is the Beyond Beat 2018 Mailart Exhibition. For all you mailartists out there international bloggy-doggy world, consider this a formal invite and get to arting! The exhibit will be up for the month of March, opening night on March 8, 2018. We are excited to see how the international community responds!


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Beyond Beat 2018 MailArt Exhibition
Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center
681 Venice Blvd., Venice, CA 90291 USA

Opening night March 8, 2018

More info to be posted, so stay tuned in and turned on!


Love, S.A. and Richard
 

Friday, August 4, 2017

New From Rose of Sharon Press: Lost Bastard Chronicles by Mark Hartenbach!!!


Lost Bastard Chronicles by Mark Hartenbach

New from Rose of Sharon Press, Lost Bastard Chronicles by Mark Hartenbach!!! Above is the front cover and spine. This perfect bound baby weighs in at 6" x 9" with paper wraps containing 258 pages of world class poetry by master wordsmith Mark Hartenbach. Full color covers and full color reproductions of original art by Mark inside.


"Two poets stand out in my mind as carrying on a tradition that took root in the Sixties through subsequent decades and into the new millennium. Some call it Meat, some Confessional, but those labels are not big enough to cover this breed of poetry, and so I'll leave it nameless. It's a poetry that connects more with the Beats than the Sixties, but stripped of the baggage of ideology and formalized spiritual quest that saddles much of Beat poetry; its language is lean and sharp and drills into everyday life, surfacing with nuggets of uncut truth that melt away if you try to incorporate them into something "bigger". The Mimeo Revolution was the vehicle that carried this poetry through the Sixties and early Seventies; after that, it was pretty much on its own. The poets I'm talking about are Albert Huffstickler, who died in February of 2002, and Mark Hartenbach, who carries on." John Bennett - Vagabond Press

It has been such a genuine honor and pleasure to work with Mark on this book. I hope that you will enjoy experiencing the book as much as I did helping to bring it to print.


John Dorsey, S.A. Griffin and Mark Hartenbach, E. Liverpool, Ohio, October 2012. Good times. Photo by Casey Rearick.



Since 1988

Love,
S.A.



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Waywords & Meansigns: Finnegans Wake Set To Music Unabridged


Honored to be included in this amazing, off the hook creative project from the wrap around genius mind of Waywords & Meansigns Derek Pyle. This entire thing needs to be heard. And just as there are those who have read it, there are those that shall hear amazing sound designs and music recorded and imagined by a who's who of alternative live wires spinning soundscape counterpoints to sections of James Joyce's Finnegans Wake. Ultimately Derek plans to have the entire book recorded this way. Of course, reimagining Finnegans Wake thru a small army of creative souls is an epic journey worthy of a lost city of melting gold. When Derek first contacted me about this project, I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, I still don't. It's really that good. Birds speaking in tongues firing on the high wire.

Five of the tracks of the many have just popped up at half / cloth, an incredible website where you can chase down many a creative scene. Blown away that the track I recorded was invited to this magnificent tea party, for there is some seriously good stuff in this mix as laid down by Greg Nahabedian, Joel Wranning, Nigel Bryant and Layne Farmen.


Go there and let your eyes listen
to what your blind ears hear.




Enjoy! Love, S.A.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Harvey Korman Harvey Korman Harvey Korman by Dorsey, Griffin & Wannberg is here!!!


Harvey Korman Harvey Korman Harvey Korman

Just in time for Earth Day, Arbor Day, Mother's Day, Father's Day, mid-day, your pet cat's birthday, heyday, Sunday thru Monday and salad days...

Harvey Korman Harvey Korman Harvey Korman
by John Dorsey, S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg

Is she, or isn't he? After a 12 year trip thru time, our sexy space angel is back with fellow wordsmiths John Dorsey, S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg on board laying it down for your eyes only!! Harvey Korman... is a brand spanking new title from Spartan Press, where everything's up to date in Kansas City! And of course, you too can have one of these crazy creatures for your very own. Back channel me and I will be more than glad to sign, seal and deliver one of these for $20.

Harvey Korman... by the same trio of intrepid wordsmiths that gave you 2005's Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel.

And if you like, there are still copies of this lovely object from a kinder, gentler era available as well, which I am glad to throw in for an additional $10.


John Dorsey, Scott Wannberg and S.A. Griffin. Unregulated Word, Kansas City, MO, August 2009, Prospero's Books. I have no idea who took the picture, but I would like to thank them. Scott was a happy as hell love machine and drunk as a proverbial stinking skunk that night celebrating the release of his first book on Perceval Press, Strange Movie Full of Death, and happy to be reunited after moving to Florence, Oregon a year earlier. After 20 years on the road and off, this would be our last round-up together as The Carma Bums. I would see Scott once again a year later in Los Angeles before he exited the building for good in 2011.

Harvey Korman... is dedicated to our beloved friends Scott Wannberg (1953-2011) and Marsha Getzler (1940-2015). Forever in our hearts and minds.

Marsha working her culinary magic, photo by S.A. Griffin.





Love, S.A.




Monday, January 16, 2017

The Hideous Bible and Ozark Revelations by The Lost Bums


The Hideous Bible


S.A. Griffin's altered bible.

It all began in a cabin on the Lake of the Ozarks during the last week of May 2015. The Lost Tribe plus The Carma Bums, minus our late, great and dearly beloved electric brother Scott Wannberg, now, The Lost Bums. At the risk of killing one another, we four bad brothers; M. Lane Bruner, S.A. Griffin, Doug Knott and Mike M. Mollett, all decided to get together and art it up. 

Murderer's Row: Doug Knott, M. Lane Bruner, Mike M. Mollett, S.A. Griffin.

Michael Bruner created four books like the altered copy up top; all clean, yellow and empty except for random images that he had pasted into each. Our job, each of us, including Bruner, was to fill these books with random thoughts, words, poetry, etc. in response to the images we encountered in our books, what was going on around us at the time, or whatever resulted in the flashes of electricity that spark regardless.



Pages from S.A.'s altered bible.

Sitting on top of a table, the yellow book looked kind of like an old Gideon's Bible you'd find in some hotel room. Thus, our version, The Hideous Bible. Something that we too might contribute to the lost and found in some lonely hotel room where humans often find solace and religion in flickering televisions and hungry skin where insects are martyred by the light.


The Hideous Bible!

The first part of the Hideous Bible is comprised of these four books by each member respectively with words in the order they spilled forth, unedited. The second part of the book, the Prophesies, were written in response to  this experience in the Ozarks after returning home. The third part, Lost Manifestoes, was created by deleting (or erasure, as some refer to it) two of Andre Breton's surrealist manifestoes.


A genuine pocket book full of streaming sermons for this New Gilded Age of Felonious Unreason. So get with it, drop the Gestalt and get with the assault! N
ow you too can get with the times and assault your intelligence by owning your very own copy of this strange little book. For $15 out the door, this can be yours! Amaze your friends and confuse your dog! Impress the cat who could care less about you or this book! Grok with Spock in secret Vulcanese which has nothing to do with this book or Robert Heinlein!! But if there's time enough for love, there's time enough to read. Back channel me (or if you know them, contact any of the guys) and I will be glad to lay one of these petite beauties on ya!

BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE!!!!



The other sweet child that came as a result of that art-a-thon in the Ozarks was this CD, 
Ozark Revelations by The Lost Bums. Minted in an edition of 100, precious few left of these babies remain on our vast warehouse shelves. Recorded in Springfield, Missouri this CD is a document of The Bums laying down some classic Lost Tribe / Carma Bums material, some spontaneous stream stuff along with some good old artsy-fartsy dorking around. Hear Doug Knott soar glit-glit in canyons of bright thought! Hear Mike Mollett deride his empty chair and swear to never sit again! Hear Michael Bruner go wild with artistic abandon proclaiming the Ten Commandments of Love! Hear S.A. Griffin hesitate!


For those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, "out the door", it simply means all costs including taxes, shipping, hidden fees, etc. What you want to say to the used car salesman or the person selling you a new stereo in order to avoid sticker shock, "But I thought..." Thinking. That other sin. It's what's for dinner. So go ye now, sin and let us consume freely. Let us be practiced sinners together as we agree to disagree, thus allowing all to sin freely according to their own free will and credit scores. But just so you know, Will's fine. Talked to him yesterday at Trader Joe's. But what about free? Free, free!! Set free free again!!! I will if you will, so will, Will. Offer not good in states of delusion, confusion or exclusion. Good everywhere else this merchandise is not sold or given away.



The Whistleblower

Love,
S.A.



Friday, January 13, 2017

2002 Cartoon Network Commercial Starring Iris Berry and Scott Wannberg!



CartoonNetwork_Plane from Risa Mickenberg on Vimeo.

2002 Cartoon Network commercial written and directed by Risa Mickenberg. Starring Los Angeles poets Iris Berry and Scott Wannberg. Enjoy!