john bennett | what makes us ill

What Makes Us Ill

To own
a guitar
& never
play it
leads to
clinical depression.

Dear contributors to and readers of Outlaw Poetry

I've maintained the Outlaw Poetry web page for the past 9 years at no cost to contributors and without resorting to advertisements, in order to keep the site free from such clutter as the latest in vacuum cleaners, tooth paste for the toothless, cars with an extra air bag for your dog, and magic pills to turn the world rosy. I've footed the bill myself.

I receive a lot of compliments and praise for my work, but the expense of maintaining such a site (over 2,235 postings, 370 writers, 3,500 audio and video files and images, and more than 4,200,000 visitors since 2007) is taxing my resources, and now I'm asking for a little help beyond encouragement.

If Outlaw Poetry is important to you and you'd like to see it continue, think about chipping in a little something to keep things rolling. I've added a “donate” button on the upper right side of the web page; click it whenever the mood strikes and donate any amount you're comfortable with and that fits your budget! Click it as often as you want, there are no restrictions!

Many thanks for your help and understanding!

How To Make A Revolution

1 vintage Speed-O-Print mimeo machine. 1 vintage portable Smith Corona manual. 1 Sacramento bookstore + generous owners & generations of poets w/energy & imagination. 1 Saturday afternoon & the better part of a night, several reams of cheap paper, ample antiquated stencils, pound the shit out of old typer, crank the mimeo drum (revolution(s?) like giant rabid hamsters, ink everything, season w/excitement, add interest, collate, staple, distribute, repeat, cover the world w/lines - S.A. Griffin