CharRon got the honor to talk to former Sacramento Poet Laureate, Sac Poetry Center President, Poet, Musician, Book Publisher and English Professor; Bob Stanley. We discuss about being Poet laureate, Being President of a Poetry organization, being a publisher and owner of Random Lanes Press, Being a Published Writer, His music and his Love for poetry.
Facebook: Bob Stanley
Random Lane Press
Iambic Poetry Podcast
CharRon had a zoom chat with his former band mate and good friend Eric “Letter K” Luis. Letter K has a multitude of endeavors during his two decade career. From his janitorial start, he has achieved being in management in Grocery and Tech Industry. But his career also consists of being a published Author, Lead Vocalist (Intercourse & Alphabet Asylum), Videographer, Actor, Record Label founder, Pinball machine Restorer, Show Producer, Show Writer, Mixologist, and front runner.
Check out some of his catalog:
Alphabet Asylum – The Balance album
Letter K solo songs – https://soundcloud.com/eric-letter-k-luis/tracks
Video Cookbook – https://youtu.be/glCZrnd6UR0
K’s House – https://www.youtube.com/user/KoftheAsylum
209Vibe – https://youtu.be/Q39bm8mFmJE
Strommers Rock – Down in the dirt http://scars.tv/dirt/dirt.htm
Excerpt: Song or Show Clips:
- Alphabet Asylum – I write Rhyme
- Alphabet Asylum – Just a Suggestion
- Alphabet Asylum – Another MC (Remix)
- K’s House Promo
- Video Cookbook Christmas Special
Pass beyond a security door and enter large room to meet the time clock. The clock is a Nazi but that is okay, I have to punch it daily. I sit in a 4X5 cubic space in the center of the room. The enclosure has no window to eliminate the distraction of scenery and time. Pictures of beaches fill Bob’s cubicle wall but time carry a knife and comes by every hour to prick our necks. A reminder that our lives lost time. Time kills.
Gluten-free Jeanine silently finishes the last danish from the coffee table. This room would be a quiet place if, not for the tap, tap, tapping on the keyboards.
I monitor the monitors monitoring me. An audiovisual stand-off. As artificial lighting overhead illuminates. Jane tolerates a migraine daily. My calendar is my conscience that ponders what I ponder: garbage in – garbage out.
Dave got fired yesterday. Vultures circle his unmanned desk. I got dibs on the multi-colored markers.
From the break room, the smell of burnt popcorn wafts. It is the perfume of the damned. I scrap together six coins to pay the dealer’s new price: A-3, Snicker bar, please. Office refrigerator stores memories of employees long gone. Passive aggressive notes mark our slow descent into hell. Keep your hands off my sandwich – Phil. Boss brings her special creamer to work and signs her name on it. A sharpie will not stop me. I dump half in the sink and leave a thank you note from Phil.
I trick myself everyday by saying I belong here and this is what I deserve. My therapist says I’m in an abusive relationship with my job.
Yesterday, there was a training video about office shooters. Not sure, if it was prevention or tutorial. Will see how the next evaluation goes?
Cristian wrote a compelling blog post on the lone writer. It is what 98% of all writers do. Any writing profession has a person writing alone. I struggle with this because it is an antisocial state of mind. I enjoy the emotional release I get when I write but, you are left with a choice: do I let someone read this and give me feedback or do I hide or destroy it? Unlike speaking aloud, you still have control on what is written and who will see it.
But Read Cristian’s Post below and I bet you will also agree:
“An artist is always alone – if he is an artist.” – Henry Miller Writing is a lonely job, no doubt about it. And no matter how successful you might become, you’re still alone. It’s the inexorable truth of the writer’s condition: you sit at your desk, in an empty room or in the most […]
via A lonely job… — Cristian Mihai