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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's: February 2009
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's. Thomas Fucaloro feels if only he used the right conditioner and hair cream, his poems would be better. I think my dog is worried about me. I see it in the ridges of his eyebrows. I need him more than he needs me. Hanging tongues don’t lie. they lick. The grit of it. the grind. my dog waits. For me to drop dead but i feel like demolisher. Isn’t going to let that happen. he knows god. Most dogs do. they know how to save lives. And howl the ghost of Ginsberg leaks. Once Look. All is.
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's: August 2013
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's. Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt # 12). THE HOBO HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK. By Daniel Canada c.2010. If you’re late, you’re shit out of luck. Food and supplies run out fast and survival is only for the swift out here. Homeless folks who can’t make it on time to these places aren’t going to last very long on the streets. Thus, the need to always be cognizant of the time. It is indeed puzzling. In the event you just can’t affor...
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's: Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #37)
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's. Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #37). THE HOBO HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK. By Daniel Canada c.2010. PERSONALITIES OF THE HOMELESS. Is a complete conundrum. Ever see a nature show on television, and the camera pans slowly toward a buzzard, in the wild? You see the buzzard, perched precariously upon a tree bra nch, starring off at nothing, his neck doing that funny buzzard thing every so often. That's “Buzzard! I don't know, but perh...
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's: January 2009
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SHOUT OUT AT OTTO's. ODE TO ORION 0.62. Crack pot crack pot. Sitting in a chair. Crack pot crack pot. When a poet reads you have to speak. There you go get up and shriek. Who knows what the fuck's your case. Bust you with a glass across your face. Come over here, you shut your hole. Your poetry's weak, you're so droll. So sit your ass, and keep it still. When you are here you'd best to chill. Because hospitallization is not your thing. But I bet your skull will surely ring. Happy oh their day will be.
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Times Square Shout Out: Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #36)
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Times Square Shout Out. Thursday, October 31, 2013. Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #36). THE HOBO HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK. By Daniel Canada c.2010. PERSONALITIES OF THE HOMELESS. Can you believe that? He's a natural comedian and doesn't even know it. And I’m not going to let him on to the secret either. That way I won't have to lose him to the greedy clutches of the producers and directors of Hollywood. The brother likes to keep it real. Sometimes ...
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Times Square Shout Out: March 2007
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Times Square Shout Out. Thursday, March 15, 2007. COOL, COTTON COMFORT. I wore him like a tight pair of jeans,. And he looked damn good on me. It was almost obscene,. That tight pair of jeans. He didn’t fit,. And I was proud of it. And the way they’d stare. At that man I’d wear. It was almost obscene,. That pair of jeans. Well, I’m older today,. And I’ve got a man that fits. Like a pair of sweats, heather grey,. And he looks damn good on me. And that tight pair of jeans? Well, I threw him away. Something...
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Times Square Shout Out: Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #35)
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Times Square Shout Out. Tuesday, October 29, 2013. Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #35). THE HOBO HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK. By Daniel Canada c.2010. PERSONALITIES OF THE HOMELESS. Name actually came about by mistake. I was trying to name him after the lead singer for the Temptations, David Ruffin, but forgot David Ruffin's name, so I named him “Eddie Griffin” instead. You’re absolutely right. I know I’m stretching it. Ok So I’m going to hurry u...
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Times Square Shout Out: September 2013
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Times Square Shout Out. Monday, September 30, 2013. Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #24). THE HOBO HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK. By Daniel Canada c.2010. An eclectic lot among the undomiciled. These are the homeless vegetarians. Yes I had to go there. But I'll make it brief and as painless as possible. The reason I had to touch on this topic is that I was astonished to find such a thing actually existed out here. The homeless vegetarian frowns, as if he'...
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Times Square Shout Out: July 2007
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Times Square Shout Out. Monday, July 9, 2007. So, now you’re. Talking the badge and the gun. I’m trying to catch a nap. You want to see my I.D? What’s the offense? So I was sleeping. Commissioner Kelly sent you. To HOUSE me off the bench. Saw me while he was riding by in a car. So, now you’ve come to ROUSE me. Within an inch of my life. Check my pockets for a knife? Run me for a warrant. See if I could give a FUCK! 8220;Please officer Clancy, YOU SUCK! Driving to work one night,. Moving bright and stark.
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Times Square Shout Out: May 2007
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Times Square Shout Out. Wednesday, May 16, 2007. Hobobob is homeless and living on a street near you. TWO GAYS FLIP ME THE BIRD. I see you,. Outside of the Starbucks,. Smoking a cigarette,. You are skinny,. You notice me,. You don’t smile,. I don’t smile back,. I simply look away. I look at the people outside,. The window before me. Where are they going? Who are they meeting? You meet your friend. You both walk past my window. He is tall like you,. He is skinny like you,. He is white,. To cashier hides,.
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