Avast ye, maties!
The pillagers are coming to evict the stuffy colonizers from our island paradise!
Landing party, ahoy!
A huge literary event is being built up for this weekend in Philly. Check it out! Keep your head (up) for the news and the aftershocks!
Details: *free*, Sunday, February 25th, 3 pm, at The Underground, 40th and Spruce Streets, beneath Copabanana Restaurant Philadelphia!
ULA PRESS author Wred Fright will be the visiting Showman, performing some wild material from his zeen-novel that I recently published, “The Pornographic Flabbergasted Emus.” –And maybe doing some hard garage rock, too.
A dozen other entertainers will be going nuts there, too. Including a sure-to-be-memorable poetry read-off between two titans. Really, you’ll see worldclass public oration like days of yore…wished they could be!
Jessica Wilbur will be another showboat at the show…and here’s what she’s had to say about partying with these people before, and about the Emus! …
And then it was my turn, and I was nervous, but I channeled that energy into the stories, and I think it worked. The first story I read was a story about kids smoking angeldust-and-marijuana joints dipped in embalming fluid and returning from their flights with the memories of dead people. I heard gasps during the story, and one guy clasped his hand to his chest and said Oh, Jesus. Later, a woman named April told me that when S. took a picture of me during the performance, she thought the camera flash was lightning, that I had somehow brought lightning into the room. I believe that is one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten — to hear that I cast a sort of spell over the audience. My second story was a short one, not quite as intense as the first, but a favorite of mine — a tale of the end of the heyday of the American Traveling Circus, and the carnival barkers being being forced to live in a secluded retirement community. That cast a spell, too, at least on Jellyboy. After the evening’s performances were over, he bowed to me and told me my stories were perfect, and then he said: We’re not dead, you know. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but then he proceeded to swallow a sword and then snap a mousetrap on his tongue, and I figured it out. That was the moment things came full circle, the whole connection between the circus and the ULA and the Perpetual Motion Roadshow. Have I ever told you that I don’t believe in coincidence?
Fred was the finale of Friday night’s events. He read from his rock’n’roll novel, The Pornographic Flabbergasted Emus, which I became quite familiar with when we toured together — and it is still, to this day, one of the funniest stories I have ever read. The kind of thing that you should not read on public transportation, because you will laugh out loud, and everyone will turn to stare at you.
More at: sadnbtifulworld.livejournal.com/128307.html
Go to the ULA PRESS / Literary section of this OYB website to learn more about the *great* Emus novel! It really is funny and enlightening and dead-on and covers what other novels don’t. It shows the special side of you and your pals that hasn’t been celebrated before. Really!
https://www.literaryrevolution.com/underground.html
