Q Bop City
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Beat Poetry Horse Race * Well hello there beat poetry race fans Welcome to the 5th race at Bukowski Downs It's been raining cats & dogs & angel headed hipsters since dawn And the track is sloppy. There at the post There's the bell And there off ! Cryptic stranger is strong off the line With sentimental tripe on his heels Followed by Pretentious Prose Rounding out the top three. While Cosmic Babble Humorless Despair and Bargain Basement Bathos Is in hot pursuit in the second tier. In the middle of pack Grey beard confusion Suicide Blond Ethnic disaster And Gender Axe to Grind Bringing up the rear Iambic Pentameter Masturbater Drunken Rant & Colon Cacophony Around the 1st turn Cryptic Stranger is holding by 2 lengths Pretentious Prose & Sentimental Tripe Are neck and neck Gary bread confusion wants the outside lane While Suicide Blonde is deciding if she wants To fuck him after the race. Humorless Despair is dropping back Cosmic Babble seems confused Bargain Basement Bathos has started to weep. Gender Axe to Grind & Ethnic Disaster Trade places and vendettas At the halfway point now The pack is starting to spread Cryptic Stranger still holding his own Pretentious Prose & Sentimental Tripe Are losing focus and fading out of the top three While Cosmic Babble seems poised to make a move Iambic Pentameter Masturbater beats it Drunken Rant has gone to the whip & Colon Cacophony refuses to quit. On the last turn now Headed towards the finish line Cryptic Stranger has opened up a lead to four lengths Cosmic Babble has a lane on the outside Humorless Despair now slips into the 3 spot And here comes Colon Cacophony out of nowhere Down to the Wire Now And it's the Cryptic Stranger running out of gas With Cosmic Babble on his heels Coming strong Humorless Despair This going down to the wire Going to be a photo finish And it's Colon Cacophony by an Anus ! Please hold all tickets Till the official results have been posted by a literary agent on the board. - Vincent Quatroche 4/15
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Q Bop City is given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas on the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labours abandoned left unfinished grave still abode of stones in a word I resume alas abandoned unfinished the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) tennis... the stones... so calm... Cunard... unfinished... by Samuel Beckett More info www.rubbereden.com
About the Author
Coughed up somewhere in the Terrible Now the public at large and critics agree that probably Vincent Quatroche doesn’t really exist other than a rather speculative wild fiction were limited attention spans stare into electronic 3.2 inch plastic rectangles. Embracing both encroaching age and perpetual obscurity is every beat poets dream without either the benefit of reasonable perspective or rationale behavior. Career Educator and Poet Vincent Quatroche refuses to just get lost. A truly disturbing afterthought he insists in sticking around like duct tape. While insolence as persistence is hardly a virtue, he will seldom read you the same poem twice, unless you are asking for it. Originally from Long island he is currently languishing in over-State NY teaching at regional colleges. He is a published author of numerous creative projects, including Books, CDs & Videos. His poetry has been distributed and pulverized into the Cyber Void throughout the United States and abroad.