I used to tour the country performing spoken word. I still do, but I used to, too. Right now I live in a very old house in Austin, Texas, cooking out every Sunday and writing my second novel, which doesn't have a name yet.
I don't work a job, and I don't trust people who do. My favorite sports are American football and American presidential politics. I don't live in Chicago anymore but I root for the Bears and Barack Obama to win their respective contests.
In April I got married to this real pretty girl I tricked into agreeing to hang out with me for the rest of her life. It happened on a boat.
My first full-length collection of poetry, sometimes you gotta fight the bear, was released by Shotgun Honey Press in late 2006. It features a cover illustration by frippy and a hundred and two pages of poems worth not-throwing-away that I wrote between 2003-2006. I am learning a lot about how book distribution works; I was gonna recommend that you go to your local Barnes and Noble or Borders and stick it to the man by ordering fifty copies under the guise of being a professor teaching a class on the book, or running a book club, or something, but it won't work at all and will result only in stacks of coverless books being returned to the distributor. You can't get ahead by cheating, and you'd do well to remember that. As of August 2007, all of that is irrelevant because the book's sold out and Shotgun Honey, which pretends to be a legit publisher but is secretly just my wife and I, is relocating to London and will not be distributing in the United States until an outside distributor wants to partner up. You reading, outside distributors?
I have a website at www.dansolomon.com and you can look at it if you're so inclined. It's got poems and mp3s and tour dates and a book I wrote and some other stuff on it.
There will be a single, solitary American show at the end of August, in Austin. After that, there will be no American dates until after the next President has been elected. Expect scattered dates throughout Europe, especially England, in late 2007 and most of 2008. You now have the information necessary to track my every move.
What I am is what I do. Tonight I stay up too late and move my hands over a piece of metal and plastic and hope that the lines and curves that appear on a screen as a reaction to my movements somehow represent actual thoughts and feelings. Tomorrow I will be something else.
dan solomon: man of action!'s Friend Space (Top 8)
You are the very last drop of an exquisite, full bodied, crimson wine.
And it's time. It's time that you know....that like a kiddie book, "I love to read you." I love to drag my fingers softly down your soul...Close my eyes, decipher weight, measure substance, your tortured moan is my sustenance.
The cadence of your voice alone guides me home and the butterflies in this stomach fill me with a frenzied brush of downy wings. Mmmmm..you tend to make me think all kinds of irreverent things.
Those petite tumbling wonders dip and soar literally intoxicated on the unspoken promise of your rapid heart beat, which in itself is a feat because when you touch me I can barely stand on my own....two feet that is...
without your palm to the small of my back that is...
and my cheek hard up against the wall...that is.
Your hot breath stirs sensitized skin, I'll take you in..and in return for this blissful haze I'll spill out formal words for days.
While midnight's sharp inhale at the impending morn lets fall her ebony gown in foreplay with the sun, I'll grasp calloused hands so tender. Your lips part with a secret smile. Our bodies will tell the story that our lips shall not defile...
because your half-crooked grin makes me dizzy and sears straight to my center. You're like my very own personal satisfaction mentor.
So let me be the voice backed by the dawn that drips unspeakable beauty right on down your awakening sky before sleep start sucking gently on our brains and we lose our how, our where, and our why.
And darling, I am spun, spun, spun like a rogue planet out of orbit, dazed by your brilliance and set alight. I am wound up so tight that if I were a bit more brave I might say... I might say...
i got your book 'sometimes you gotta fight the bear' for christmas from my cousin in chicago, and i must say, you're amazing. i love your work and i really hope to see you perform someday. do you ever travel around the east coast/new england area?
yeah, when you first approached me about that, I was worried the content would be too ... out there for 8th graders. I guess I forgot what it was like in middle school...
