19950428

Old Band Flyers - 02 - Buzzard - Kings Head Inn

28. Apr. 1995



Buzzard

With Special Guests

Old Band Flyers - 02 - Buzzard - Kings Head Inn
Old Band Flyers - 02 - Buzzard - Kings Head Inn



© LonBennett / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2017 All Rights Reserved. Old Band Flyers - 02 - Buzzard - Kings Head Inn - 19950428

Friday, April 28, 1995 at the Kings Head Inn: Buzzard with Special Guests.

#ODU #OgFOMK #NorfolkScene #KingHeadInn #Buzzard #Flyers #History #Bands

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19950216

A Battered Tormented Page

16. Feb. 1995


I dreamt that my world fell apart twice,
The first was the worst,
Pain and crying and absolution of
It all
Was experienced by poor, pathetic me.
The second time was déjà vu
Until I realized
It all
And I remembered
It all.
I started to just sit down in the middle of
It all
And I crossed my legs to become a pretzel
(prayer)
And I said, “AhhhhhUhhhhhMmmmmm...” and
It all
Became perpendicular bisections,
Absolution to nothing,
Binary implosions,
Pleasure to knowin’s and
Not one thing made sense to me,
Nor did it bother me any more.

[Photo by Roza Nuttall 20160410]
And I crossed my legs to become a pretzel
[Photo by Roza Nuttall 20160410]




Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: A Battered Tormented Page, Original Date: 19950216 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1995 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.

This poem is about meditation. Ending suffering by taking an inventory and letting go of It all. The pranava is invoked here. Also the realization that suffering and salvation have been here before.

This was written before the author decided to go into the U.S. Army National Guard.

19950215

Goober Pea Valhalla

15. Feb. 1995


Done his laundry at the
“Suckin’ Beer Swill, ...Pizza and Do your Fucking Laundry”
Laundromat.

It felt good.
He felt like a god among gods on Mount Olympus,
Strange,
Mount Olympus had no other white male gods,
Just an older female white goddess,
Who was dressed in her Sunday best
With her daughter – He guessed ‘bout
Eleven years old, or so –
Didn’t matter much,
The rest – The rest were all black –
‘Cept two Orientals, one Hispanic, and
Satan, who was leaving.

There was a strong old black god in there
And he was mean.
He hulled peanuts, ate them and threw them on the
Floor.
That black bad god would drink beer there too,
Just like he who was the white laundering god.

The white god watched that old black god with
Contempt.
He labeled the other as
“The big nigger with peanuts.”

The Hispanic goddess would run around
Sweeping up the peanut hulls and serving
Beer to both the white and black gods.

The white god, then, had a vision about
It All and he realized that in fact he was the one
Who he saw hulling peanuts and making that
Hispanic goddess hustle.

So in the middles of It All he closed his eyes
And plugged his ears and shut his mouth
And
It
Was
Good.


"Goober Pea Valhalla" by Alex Nuttall
"Goober Pea Valhalla" by Alex Nuttall





Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Goober Pea Valhalla, Original Date: 19950215 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1995 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.

In the laundromat there are gods who like it or not are just like me and you. Drawing: "Goober Pea Valhalla" by Alex Nuttall

19950211

Hokey Signes

15. Feb. 1995



Black and White
Day and night
Disappear,
Fire burns to create carbon,

This old cigarette
"In Hokey Signes Victory"...

And I am left without my friend
And he's got money this time
And he was going to buy me that drink!

You depend on someone...
You depend on yourself...
You depend, and it gets deeper,

You just better be glad that I write,
'Cos I'm telling on the man,
And he's just out there bullshittin' you all,
'Cos I know him,
Sometimes we have a drink or two.


20140504-2044 Portsmouth Man
20140504-2044 Portsmouth Man



Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Hokey Signes , Original Date: 19950215 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1995 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811.

This poem is about that time that you were alone and you wanted to drink with your friend but that friend didn't want to drink with you. You were so angry you wrote a poem about it. You were so angry you were smoking Pall Malls. You were so angry you read the Latin phrase and realized it was crap too!

Keywords: Smoking, Pall Malls, Drinking, Friendship, Money

19950127

OgFOM-K ArTS, January 1995, Issue #8



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OgFOM-K ArTS, January 1995, Issue #8. 


 Featuring: 



  • Arty 
  • Cary B. Epes, Jr. - Bio
  • Dee Allen 
  • Jessie 
  • Sha 
  • Tom Freeman 
  • Scott Furr 
  • Randy 
  • W. Michael Still 
  • Bekky 
  • Thomas Jay Nisley 
  • Heather Bennett 
  • Sarah Coon 
  • Gary Sowfford 

Editors and Stuff: Gary Sowfford and Alex Nuttall

Published by A.B. Nuttall and Gary Swofford

© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1995
© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1995 - 2017 20170705 -ABN