A Reminder to Those Hungry For Power

I wish that all who are running for office, whom the media helps to dodge all the deeply immoral actions of the United States at home and abroad, would keep before them the photos revealing the hollow death in their citizens' souls.  No wonder the population identifies with vampires.  Would they only delight in reminding themselves of their vicious games of torture in Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo, and many other places and times.  Those who flatter the diminishing middle class can absolutely ignore the totally powerless, such as the woman in this photo taken on a San Francisco street on 13 October 2012, who is reading a book she found in the garbage
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Lit Crawl, 13 October 2012, at Muddy Waters Cafe

On 13 October 2012, I was recently returned from a trip to Indiana, still thinking about that, but, also, now that I live in Oakland, I have difficulty keeping up with what is going on in San Francisco.  But it is the period of Lit Quake where many writers read around the city, and I guess Saturday, 13 October, was the climax, called Lit Crawl, where poets were reading literally everywhere, not just coffee shops, but, as I discovered, in junk stores, bars, and a barber shop.
Lloyd Stensrud wanted me to meet up with him where gay poets would be reading in a barber shop, but it seemed, as I walked along, that almost every place on Valencia Street had poets reading, even in Balmy Alley.  On the way, I dropped in for a coffee at Muddy Waters Cafe, and discovered another reading there that was also connected with the latest release of a magazine called Ambush Review.  There were familiar faces there, but I was too late to hear more than three poets, the last one being former poet laureate of San Francisco, Jack Hirschman:

Jack Hirschman

Sharon Coleman

Angelos Sakkis

Lit Crawl: Poetry Reading in a Barber Shop

I went on and met Lloyd Stensrud at the poetry being read in a barber shop:

And this one in the blue vest, quick and nervous, joked wryly that he had just broken up with his lover the night before after finding a stranger's sweater in his closet.  He handed out copies of a haiku he had just written, printed large on newsprint:

Whose SWEATER in this
in my TANSU?  I'll WEAR
the HIDE of my RIVAL.

Printed after the haiku -- his identity, I guess:  "A. Demcak, Poet & Novelist, Cultural Lacky - D.Six"  [See his remarks in the Comments section.]

Those who looked in at the windows may have been wandering from place to place on this "Lit Crawl" evening, or may just have been the Saturday evening crowd on Valencia Street.

A man Lloyd identified as "Baruch" was energetically poetic and very entertaining: