A while back in Brooklyn I audio-recorded some of my performance text on a layabout morning. Recently I was talking with some of the heads at MfA, a little bull session about the Movement and my predilictions for poetry. It reminded me of some of the stuff I've done on stage, so I tried to modify things on the fly to specify the trip for them.

It got me thinking, and I had this song stuck in my head, so Friday night on my way home from work I stuck the song and the audio together and found the match to be tight. It needs some work, but maybe you'll dig it. Here's an Mp3 version of ...and I'm not Fucking Around with musical backup from Radar (which I picked up off a random comp CD from 2001).

This is the text that got me labelled "the Tony Robbins of Burning Man." I want to stick it into a subversive flash animation; kind of a blueprint for a revolution. Let me know if it hits.