How to make sense

Make your world either black or white with no in-betweens.

***UPDATE NUMERO DOS***

HOUSE-PARTY FEST DURING GAINESVILLE'S "THE FEST"

Occurring at Bo Diddly's Old House or the 911 House @ 911 S.E. 4th St. each day of this weekend from 4pm till 11pm.

friday:

old growth
12xu
street eaters
tubers
the measure
shark pants
underground railroad to candyland
st. dad

saturday:

diet cokeheads
mr. v and the cougs
daniel striped tiger
the shreds
teenage cool kids
dads
slave scene
1994
ampere
cheeky
panzram
premadonasaurs

sunday:

the platitudes
nervous systems
rezinoth
hands him the diagram
the max levine ensemble

There's a big construction going on so if you're walking you can feel like you're on the moon for a bit and go down South East 3rd St. and make a left a Depot Ave. and continue straight till 4th St. and the house will be the first house on your left after the fire station and across from the actual Bus Depot (being the place where all the buses are stored.)

If you're driving you need to drive south on MainSt. until South 10th Ave. and make a left. Then you will continue driving straight until you reach 4th St. and there make a left. The house will be the third house on your right or the last house before the construction begins.

HERE'S A MAP BUT REMEMBER THERE'S A CONSTRUCTION BETWEEN MAIN ST. AND 7TH AVE ON DEPOT AVE.


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La Cara Oculta


New Cara Oculta / Wavelets Tape is now available for free. Check that out HERE.


New Riverbed Collection

New poetry collection, “Missed Connections & Casual Encounters” published at Read Some Words. Check that out HERE.


"Andy Riverbed Writes Terrible Poetry" the Blog

There was a blog named “Andy Riverbed Writes Terrible Poetry” but the creator renamed it to “The Walls are Talking.” I have a feeling it might have something to do with me promoing the site on my Facebook. I’d also like to mention that before the creator changed his or her info, it said this person was a Floridian. That could imply this person knows me on a concrete level. If this person wanted to, he or she could easily bitch slap me and I wouldn’t even see the bitch slap coming. Check that out HERE.


St. Dad

New St. Dad song, “Kill me / Kill you / Love you” can be heard HERE.

A review of St. Dad without me singing can be read HERE.

***UPDATE NUMERO UNO (a)***

Review of St. Dad's debut tape, "Keep it in your pants," was published in this month's issue of Maximum Rock n Roll. It says it is a "potentially crucial tape." Check out the entire review HERE.

Read the, maybe, "sexist" lyrics HERE.


Poems written on hats

Poems originally written on hats can be read HERE. I gave the hats away in Orlando at a St. Dad show which was Magic & the Johnsons last show.

***UPDATE NUMERO UNO (b)***

Not so new poem, and member of the Wall Attack #1, Poems in A (iii) was published at Word Riot. Check that out HERE.


Reading from a new story

I read from a new story workingly called, “On Giving Up” at the debut episode of the Newamba Show. Check that out HERE.

Got a reading October 23rd at the Exchange with the Mystery Books.


Madore

Listen to P.H. Madore read from a flash HERE.


Wall-Attack #4 is done with

San Juan, Puerto Rico



Gainesville, Florida









And Wall-Attack #5 is ready to spread

Email andy.riverbed (at) yahoo.com to receive "Wall-Aattck #5, the O.D.B Series" and be able to paste them across walls of any environment you happen to inhabit.








Translation!

Bajo la lluvia en una tienda de cabaña

Todo prohibido, todo virando sobre una lengua en el oeste de Arizona.
Cuando tenia siete años,
la nenita rubia que vivía al otro lado de la calle y yo nos amarrábamos
con soga de cuica y cables eléctricos
disfuncionales
dentro de una tienda de campaña
bajo la lluvia.
Era un juego
y al juego le llamabamos “rehen.”
Un día su papá salió
fumando un Newport porque
la version de The Shining editado para la tele
le asustó.
Abrió la tienda y vió a su hija recorciéndose, atada como una cerda
y en mi lenguaje atrofiado le traté
de explicar que ella estaba ganando
en ese momento, cuatro a uno,
pero me pidieron que me largara sin comer mantecado y ahora
ella estudia comunicaciones en la Universidad de Ohio
y no se acuerda de nada porque
como habia mencionado
todo prohibido, todo virando
sobre una lengua.

- Translated from English by Andy Riverbed with proofs by Marina Reyes Franco


In a Tent under the Rain

Everything prohibited, everything turning on a spit in Western Arizona.
When I was seven,
the little blond girl across the street and I would tie each other up
in a tent
under the rain
with jump rope and dysfunctional
electrical cord.
It was a game
and we called the game "hostage."
One day her dad came out
smoking a Newport because
he'd gotten scared
by the edited for TV version of The Shining.
He opened up the tent and saw his daughter writhing hogtied
and I tried in my stunted language
to explain that she was winning,
four to one at that point,
but I was asked to leave without ice cream and now
she studies communications at Ohio State
and doesn't remember because
as I said
everything prohibited, everything turning
on a spit.

- Joseph Goosey