Michele McDannold

Author's details

Name: Michele McDannold
Date registered: June 15, 2010

Latest posts

Underground report: denver. — July 7, 2013
Underground Pre-Report: Cleveland, Ohio. — July 7, 2013
Underground report: Carlinville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
Underground Report: Jacksonville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
E.E. Cummings — July 7, 2013

Author's posts listings

Jan 31

Spectral Ganglia: Poetry And Sound Experiments

Categories:

BlogTalk, Project U Radio Open Mic Shows, Project U Radio: Segments

by Michele McDannold

The Literary Underground’s Project U Radio first “open mic” call in show. Join Lindsey Thomas and Lynn Alexander for Spectral Ganglia: Poetry and Sound. What the hell is “spectral ganglia”? Who cares, cause this is some badass radio, coming straight to you live on Friday evening, Feb. 3, at 11 p.m. EST, 8 p.m. PST. …

Jan 31

Bless You Father

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

as a former Catholic bent by booze I now understand what years of Mass failed to teach if the Pope relaxed his staunch stance on birth control & abortion it would severely limit the dating pool of all his child fucking priests –RC Edrington

Jan 28

Making Friends for the World

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

I lose my job & run out of benefit I’m in Mexico where it’s not so easy to freeze. I’ll scavenge what I can & steal my neighbors’ water. I’ll get reckless & confuse it with life full tilt: jump bail, sharpen shank for associates, fall beneath their pig-sticking luminosity, the fear of the Lord …

Jan 25

Fuck Cinderella

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Fuck Cinderella and her dainty shoe and fuck Sleeping Beauty and her magic kiss I have other problems A blown head gasket, empty cereal boxes and a run in my stocking. You see me here, in my pin-striped suit holding a tape recorder, writing your news, I don’t fall under your nose you can’t judge …

Jan 22

Fucked Nine Ways From Tomorrow

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

“Cocaine habit forming? Of course not. I ought to know. I’ve been using it for years.” Tallulah Bankhead 1952 Granny used to tell of the Mexican Revolucion, campesinos washing the corn & grain from Pancho Villa’s horse crap to survive She told me about a boy shitting out the window of a train & my …

Jan 19

You Can Call it What you Want

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

you can call it what you want: it can be a protest, sure; it can be an uprising, yes; it can even be a revolution, perhaps; a sustained political action; a mass consciousness awakening; a transformative–and inevitable– progression that rises and falls like the crashing waves of history. but, we grow weary of being invisible, …

Jan 16

Political Diatribe (Tripe)

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

I want to thank whoever marches through hell so that I might walk around unmolested. And while I’m at it let me thank the losers of loved ones in wartime, families and friends who deal with the bright lights of grief. You’re more deserving than I. What have I done with this blessing, these missions …

Jan 13

Penis

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

I want a penis I want to give bitch to it so I can teach it to be nice. Teach it to be gentle, teach it how to love. I want it to ejaculate itself on the floor spread into the wood and teach it how to be perfect history without war and bloody hands …

Jan 10

birth of the perfect revolutionary

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

night cat moans—3 a.m. mind troubled by recurring dreams hating the night because there is no rest hating the day because it moves toward night scattered thoughts like loose bits of sand the harder i squeeze the faster they slip away solitude— the condition of my existence rage— the element of my being if the …

Jan 07

america is Occupied

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

I don’t know who the american idol is Never watched the x-factor Don’t buy what they’re selling me I see a movement outside I see the cops kicking the shit out of it Just as it starts to get going I’ve seen this show too many times before I’ve seen this show live God damn …