Wait. Am more excite. Cannot stand. It so good. Big friend St. Georgey get not only two more big, big shows, but also extension of show! Cannot believe. First, we got Joe Van Gogh show. It homage to American magaxzine with covers and on Durham's Broad Street above fencing studio. Not for making places keep nighbors apart but for swortfighting. Cannot believe. Then you go just a mile down road and once block over to Bean Traders on very bohemaian Ninth STreet near Duke's EAst Campus where beat people with earrings and bodies that smell of dance drink coffee. Home of Coach Kay. This show is all ladies body parts. I ams o shock. I blugh. Blush. Plus, and good, St. George show at famous Jack Sprat (see bellow) got up longer because indy rock band dig his intensities of plwood adn paint. Got new painting of B-17 (real Revel mode) crashing into board upon which real blood is painting. Only artist can do this. No you try! Not for person not artist. 

 

Oh, special! Am excite so. Friend St. George get big, big art show. It all happen. Be good time. You go see at Open Eye Gallery in Carrboro, NC, Paris of American South. Get a big eye full. (Get it? Eiffel at Open Eye.) You see. I know kid. I no kid either.

You are telling him I send. stgeorge777@gmail.com Big time. Boom boom. Heart.

 

Ok now go read rest then you rest. Bye bye.

 

Waot. Which is I am meaning 'wait' really strong with 'o' sound. Friend St. George gets second big cheese art show at famous Jack Sprat on prestige Franklin St. of Chapel Hill. Big abstract ugly things on plyingwood boards with names like "It Is Written in Hebrew" and "Bella Abzug." Famous Jew antie Communiist who "understood risks of city streets, which were her playground" says Zionist encslyclopedi.a Go see and tell gallery ownes Steve and Nick I send.

 

Anyways

Can? Can be? Yes, can be! Is being. Of course, was before but now is again. Thank you and I am saying welcome to American Poetry Association. Thank you to Uncle Dmitri for capital financing allow me Nadine Sobolevitch, owner of American Poetary Association, direct you on internet.

History is interesting. Whaling captain on cape of cads start with money from whale flesh expedition of 1836. Many, many books publish. I see as child in Rostov, Union Soviet Republic gone goodbye! and thank you for kind missionary literature smugglers of America. I read as child all books by American Poet Association—books of B. Dalton Smith, poet of civil War—books of Madeline McCarthy, western cow poetess—books of Shabazz Fish, proud black man of Chicago steel mill hammer ring of truth—and, best of all, books of Franklin Provato, the San Fran funk-up king of speed jaZz, man. Sad to say, all old American Poetry Association books out of print. Valuable, if you collect.

One day again we publish anew all old, I hope you remember like me, all great American poets of white, black and Spanish and Chinese natures. Big stew pot America, and I am spooning.

But until suffice to say you go now buy read lick fingertip turn page study commit to heart all new, all new, only in America, all new American Poetary Association Books that I publish. Again, I am thanking you Uncle Dmitri for cash in fuse and to Mr. Auchi. Nadhmi, to you, shy boy, I shouts out mercy, bo koo, and shoukran gazeelan, ya habibi.

So, go now. Go on. Get a movement on. Read Z. Buck. Read my sweet Emily. Read what nice flower Dalmatian say. Read a Strange poem. Get your washing machine into spinning with Lester Scoggin.

I am going, must wash that pink red flamingo right out of hair.

Good buying until again,
Nadine Sobolevitch
Supreme Editor, American Poetr Ass.

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PeS…Am making blog update now… Sad.

It is with saddest that I regret to inform that Ms, “M” Norcoross has taken ill and is unable to apply to her many correspondents. The doctor has…excuse, pleasue, but I am choking with emots. He says it tis a fever. He says it will be ‘go and touch’ for awhile. I believe, in my personal, that it is the pesteilential miasama of the marshy swampfeidls. With all the men away at the War of IRaq, nothing can b drained. The Flyies are General. The coloured woman Eliza is at constant with our Dear Reast in the sickroom. She has applied a poultry but not flamingo you may beglad.

In the meanwhile, I am asking for your getwell help for our “M.” Health care costs being are what they, and having no poetesses’s health plan at American Poetry co., your immediate cash (only free) donation is appreciated. Thank you but we have plenty of aspirin, cotton, and bismuth. Do not send checks are they are not allowed under penalty of laws.

As you know I am being Russian, Land Of Poetry, and in sum total, I wish you a HappyDay of Laboring. God bless America, land of freedom. And genrousity.

Do Me Write!
Nadine Sobolevitch
Supreme Editor
oh.nadine@icx.net
Am Po Ass
Box 9881
Chapel Hill, NC 27515-9881

 

 

 

This letter I wrote to bigshot poet kingpin. Maybe we get some action soon....

 

Dr. xxxname of him I am not publishing on netxxx —

 

I am so apology for my poets. So lively they are. Cannot restrain. Is spring and they are popping. Like weeds. Strong, unstoppable.

 

Am introducting. I am Nadine Sobolevitch, editor in supreme of American Poetry Alliance which comes thanks to grant from Moscow and Uncle in natural Gazprom business. Like you I am new to this great land of Opportunity. My country 'tis of! Only in America. I am blessing God 24/7 for lack of snow. Global cannot get warm enough for me! Pile it on me big Son boy! Hot me up.

 

So now you know! All poets of my stable are good, strong, oaty! You can see.

 

I invite you now—XXis secret for me cannot say on internet XX Tea shop on xxxname of street am keeping privatexxx. For you I do a good oohlong time, and you take a poem. Be relaxi for you.

 

Together we trample out vintage. I read you rightoeus sentences by dim lamps together, you and me, flaring.

 

Happy ending for you!

Nadine S.

Supreme Editor

Am Po Ass

Box 9881

Chapel Hill, NC 27515