After much deliberation, weighing of pros and cons and wondering what the purpose of anything is and what I hope to accomplish with writing whatever literature/music it is I write and hiding under the covers and feeling afraid of the world and deciding there’s no point in being afraid if there is potentially no purpose to anything, I’ve joined Facebook. I still feel very afraid. Wanting to reach out while fearing contact. I'll just consider this another form of cognitive dissonance.
Here’s a video of me rapping with my friend and former roommate, Nate Hughes (as Failsafe-B), a few months ago at a show we did for Guerilla Gallery here in Buffalo, NY, an internet cafe/art gallery co-owned and operated by tattoo artist and friend Mark Madden. The clip is of a song called “Prayerachute” and was shot by my friend and former landlord, Chris Costello, who will hopefully put more of the videos of this show up:
Here is a blurb Mel Bosworth wrote for my forthcoming poetry collection, Of Creatures (Gold Wake Press, 2011). I think the blurb is better than the book, and will ask Mel to trade. My poems will be the blurb to his blurb which is better than my poems:
“‘Man is a suffering delicate,’ proclaims Eric Beeny in Of Creatures, a poetry collection that circles the mind with a tentative, ticking confidence—a nervous bouquet waiting to burst. The petals distend, pregnant with brilliant color, radiating the naked shyness kicking within. Brace yourself for the birth, for Beeny’s words surge forth, methodically, to wrestle the lure of contentment before snaking it into a headlock and then whisper kissing its ears. Just as quickly the dance recedes and the coupling severs, the face of one carried in the reflection of the other, an often bittersweet reverie raining down from a cloud or, perhaps, the moon.”
—Mel Bosworth, author of Grease Stains, Kismet and Maternal Wisdom (Aqueous Books, 2010)
My contribution to ZOMBIE SUMMER is up (big thanks again, xTx…) It’s “Three Zombie Fragments,” and has a momma zombie breastfeeding a baby zombie, two zombies performing Hamlet, and another zombie reading Nietzsche under a tree.
Thank you for your time.