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The homepage of Standup Tragedy appearances and performances. We are all dedicated to the returning infiltration of literature and Art to the public space. Stand up Tragedy is Spoken Word, Poetry & Music that sometimes make you want to cry, like an Opera. But the music in Standup Tragedy is in the reciting of the words. There is a visceral dimension to the live recitation of words that conjures echoes of incantation, group mind indoctrination and group mournings and celebrations. Spoken Word Poetry is better than prayer because you don't have to pretend someone is listening

03/05/2025

Sunflower Seeds Inside Your Pockets Take these seeds And thrust them deep inside your pockets So that when you die and your body becomes the earth
 Sunflowers will grow once again from the land you

Had this wonderful text conversation with a female friend of mine who I have romantically admire from a distance for yea...
09/26/2024

Had this wonderful text conversation with a female friend of mine who I have romantically admire from a distance for years.

She's the kind of woman who shares rather poignant and personal insights and reflections on FB with her friends and I feel in reading them over the years, I've actually got to know her quite intimately, although we have never actually met in the flesh.

Which is a little weird for me as there's a lot of emotional currency being exchanged on line and I've always stayed clear of investing anything more than conversation with someone on FB.

If someone is worth getting to know, they're worth getting to know in person.

But anyway, recently I've turned to social media to explore some of the connections I've made with women I like or are writers or artists or just kind of weird. Nothing creepy, just exploring to read any signals of interest that might arise.

Nothing, Nada. Zilch.

Goddamn you Mark Zuckerberg!
I saw the movie.
The whole pretext for Facebook was to double as a dating app.

But no, Facebook is not the right platform for exploring romantic possibilities. SnapChat is! (Joking).

So having given up on the virtual world, I happen to DM this woman I really do like, have liked and grown to like even more over the years of our acquaintance. And acquaintance is the sum or our "relationship" as we are separated by an ocean of nationality. Nonetheless, with the assistance of an excellent sipping tequila, I (only half drunkenly), suggested that we should meet and see what happened.

Then the reason for writing this post happened:

Instead of dismissing me or humouring me or worse, blocking me. This lovely, intelligent human female told me that she had very warm feelings for me as well but that she was involved with a partner and wasn't about to leave him. Nonetheless was happy to hear my sentiments of attraction.

She displayed great affection, respect for my feelings and consideration while turning me down.

Boys and girls: that's how it's done.

Boys, we need to learn how to ask woman if she's interested, not just expect an immediate return. Or turn into petulant children when the answer is no. Girls, you need to learn how to let a man down when you're not interested or not in a position to return attentions without putting HIM down. While maintaining yours and his respect. He's taking a hit and you're the one with the glove, so have some empathy. Reassure him don't just say "can't we just be friends". BE that friend.

We should all be treating each other with a lot more respect and consideration. Afterall, we need each other. How can we expect to find love when we don't even treat the person we reach out to or are being reached out to by, with respect, with empathy?

Love is not a transaction, as much as it's been commodified. It really is another state of being when two (or more) people relinquish their egos for the sake of finding themselves within another.

'An other' that is just like me and who's feelings, who's well being, who's pleasure is as important to me as my own to the point when the distinction between us just melts away and we experience the moment augmented by being with each other, by being together.

It's a rare thing to achieve, if it can even be said to be achievable and it takes a long road of twists and turns to build that trust we call love. Yet the few times I found myself, my other self, within an other have been some of the happiest and most fulfilling times of my life.

It doesn't necessarily last, but there's nothing stopping it from lasting. One such joyful period of mutual melting produced my darling daughter Olivia.

Of course I am now even more in love with my friend for having treated me with such class and delicatesse. So the jokes on her! But seriously I went looking for something, probably in the wrong place and instead found something worth even more to me:

A true and loving friend who expresses her affection with honesty.

I am really lucky.

08/06/2024

Putting more people out in the streets in San Diego. Profiteering landlords:

Had an interesting phone call this afternoon from an old poetry   friend I met when I was still on the San Diego circuit...
07/28/2024

Had an interesting phone call this afternoon from an old poetry friend I met when I was still on the San Diego circuit of poetry readings around 2 years ago. Actually my friend isn't old at all but we hadn't spoken for over a year.

For those that hadn't noticed or could care less, I had to quit the poetry circuit and any public appearances in general on the advice of the SDPD after being inundated with anonymous death threats and harassing emails following my readings. This wound up spreading to friends of mine as well so I took a hiatus.

Anyway my friend apologized for not being in touch with me but that his friends had suggested that he stopped hanging out with me talking about poetry. The only "friends" we had in common were all from that self same poetry reading circuit.

I was curious, so I asked him why. "Well they all hate you." Really?

"I know why they all hate you". I told him I had a pretty good idea as to why considering how undecorative and provocative my work is in public recitations.

(I mean, why bother reading in public if you have nothing new to say to the listeners? Listening to the sound of your voice does not require an audience.

I knew I had caused offence with works such as Ode to an Amateur Poet and Doggy Dog People.
But still I was curious as to know the reason my friend had garnered for why I was so widely disliked by our mutual acquaintances.

"It's because they say you're a Shyster". My friend proclaimed.
"Oh," I answered and because he had hesitated on the last word I asked him.

"Hey, R, do you know what a Shyster is"?

"Not really".

"Then Google it. A Shyster is a common slur used mainly by Christians against Jews. Your friends don't like me because I'm Jewish". It's a derivation of the name Shylock from Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice. Shylock being another derisive term that was later shortened to Shyster."

My friend recites from Google: "Underhanded, a deceiver, a swindler".

"R. have I ever deceived you? Have I ever swindled you out of anything?

"Well, no"

"Do you know or heard of anyone I've ever deceived, swindled or" treated underhandedly".

"Well no, I've always thought of you as one of the good poets".

I concluded: "I try. But what I try to do is utter the truth as I know it, the truth as it needs to be heard. Now,that's not always to everyone's liking, but you can't pretend to be a poet by pandering to what people like to hear.

You have to have the courage to write and recite not what they want to hear, but what they need to hear".

We finished the conversation with a promise to meet soon and recite and critique, improve upon, each other's poetry.

I really don't care about being widely disliked or even accused of being a Shyster. What is really appalling and truly reflects the state of sub literacy in San Diego's amateur arts community was that these self proclaimed poets would slur my name with a term for which they had no self awareness of its derivation being from one of Shakespeare's most infamous characters.

The irony is comical but all that really needs to be said on the subject.

As in the case of Donald Trump, a lie almost inevitably reveals itself and the truth, but the truth about the liar.

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