The cinema verite story of Outlaw Poet and king of the underground Ron Whitehead. This feature length documentary will be a journey through Ron’s life; from driving 60-miles an hour at 3 a.m. through the streets of Louisville, in reverse, Continue reading Outlaw Poet | A documentary on Ron Whitehead
burning houses my old man sd licking a drop of whiskey off the back of his hand you can’t beat them for drama the way flaming timbers fall across a sofa or a kitchen sink clouds of sparks shooting out Continue reading todd moore | burning
Some days I am more haunted than others. Some days my face paints all the mirrors so black the glass screams in fear of its blindness. Some days my face gets into car windshields and turns them a so viciously Continue reading todd moore | dillinger, death, and the high mountain air
Friedrich Nietzsche | Drawing by Hans Olde when i think of outlaw i think of a change in consciousness. a new level of consciousness. the first outlaws, to me, were those who initiated a change in thinking, a change in Continue reading tony moffeit | outlaw consciousness
Right in the middle of a bank robbery and probably staged for effect, Dillinger turned to Charles Makley and said, What is it about machine guns that gets the blood going. Makley gave the bank president a look, winked, and Continue reading todd moore | machine guns, movies, culture, dreams
Todd Moore | Photo: Brian Morrisey | manipulated by Monsieur K.
There is nothing more unnerving, nothing more existential, nothing more exhilarating and depressing than reading poetry to a roomful of strangers. I think I can safely say that after having given poetry readings in almost every conceivable situation for nearly forty years. And, the reason I can make such a claim is that no two readings are ever the same. Every reading is different and differs to the extent according to the locale and the room in which it is given. Continue reading todd moore | scratching it out street level for the poem
…after an original illustration by Jean-Claude Claeys
Clyde Barrow, born Clyde Chestnut Barrow, March 24, 1909(1909-03-24) Ellis County, Texas, died May 23, 1934 (aged 25) Bienville Parish, Louisiana. Bonnie Parker, born Bonnie Elizabeth Parker, October 1, 1910(1910-10-01) Rowena, Texas, died May 23, 1934 (aged 23) Bienville Parish, Louisiana.
you run across something that is on another level. something that seems to spring from a barren landscape. something that turns the world upside down. something that seems to be created out of the void. it’s the fire in the blood of the poet. it is total body in which the voice is searched out and found. a howl. a moan. a groan. a shout. a song. and even though the body may crumble it revives and is strong. from the voice. from the fire in the voice. from the fire in the song. and you find it is time to burn. it’s about an absolute obsession to reach a higher level of intensity in one’s art. at the same time there is an effortlessness, as if the artist were born for it, as if the artist were born to it. it is both obsessive passion and effortlessness. it’s about a newfound reality. it’s about reaching a new state of consciousness. it’s about being able to create a new energy.
significant poet is surrounded by a cluster of unyieldingly savage images which define both him and the age. Gary Goude is a compelling example. When I wrote the introduction to his first chapbook, A CRUSHED ROTTING DOG published by Fine Human Wreckage Press back in 1995, I was drawn to both the honesty and the violence of his work. The cover of DOG reveals a snapshot of Goude drinking from what looks like a bottle of vodka or possibly gin. He’s sitting on a white bench in front of a house window which sports the sign, Beware of Dog. Continue reading todd moore | gary goude and that crushed rotting dawg