A couple years ago I was down with COVID, during which time there was a day, delusional with fever, when I listened to Coltrane’s A Love Supreme about two dozen times in a row, reminiscing on a dead friend. He had introduced me to the album decades earlier in his shitty little apartment in BoulderContinue reading “A Love Extreme”
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The Coup d’Etat Was Televised
Neither this poem, nor much of modern American culture would be possible without Gil Scott Heron, to whom this is dedicated, and from whom the premise is appropriated. -ChrisYou did watch right at homeYou did turn on, log in, and cop outYou did find yourself on television, on your laptop and on your phoneand youContinue reading “The Coup d’Etat Was Televised”
We Do Not Fear History
A prior version of this poem appeared in the Summer 2024 issue of Suburban Witchcraft Magazine, and I thank the editors there for their continued support! You can also find this version in the zine, Free$5. The track above is of course the duo of D Berger and myself, from our latest round of recordings.Continue reading “We Do Not Fear History”
Audio: There Was a Little Man
Yesterday I mentioned having a poem included in Free$5, which you should go grab yourself a copy of, and here’s one of them. It’s part of a set I’ve been working on with a drummer friend in our as-yet-to-be-named duo featuring drums and poetry. If you like this, keep on the lookout for more. AndContinue reading “Audio: There Was a Little Man”
Happiness is Warm Florida Sand
Bury me right up to my neckin the warm Florida sand,where I feel safewhere I get a tanWhere no one can do nothingto upset my feelingsas pure as this sandin which I’m buried,right up to my neck,and from which I sprout,like a leggy tree, out of the holewhere I’ve put my head,before I was buriedContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 