Zombie Logic Press editor Thomas L. Vaultonburg reading June 11th, 2016 at JR Kortman Gallery in Rockford, Illinois, at the book release party for The Blood Dark Sea by Dennis Gulling.
Frank Schier, editor of the Rock River Times, described Dennis Gulling’s book, The Blood Dark Sea, as the “best book of Outlaw Poetry I have read in a long, long time.” The book release party was attended by the creme of the Rockford literary and cultural scene, minus outsider poet Jesus Correa, who, being true to his credo that he is “the best dishwasher in the world,” was washing dishes Downtown. But as is his habit, editor Thomas L. Vaultonburg stood in for his writer, and delivered a set dressed as Correa.
Guest bartender Tim Stotz concocted a special beverage for the occasion called The Blood Dark Sea, and many patrons were seeing imbibing more than one.
As music from a block party featuring a band of white men imitating Black rappers pulsed outside, no doubt to a full crowd of white douchebags, the three readers for the evening all delivered admirable sets, despite the sound system wavering in the heat. But the poets soldiered on, much to the delight of the small but attentive audience.
Later many more beverages were ingested at Octane by several of Rockford’s best and brightest. Plans were made for many future creative endeavors that will no doubt come to fruition and be lauded by the general public with accolades and lavish praise. Meanwhile, Zombie Logic Press has several projects by Rockford poets and writers in the pipeline, but will be taking a short vacation to work of other projects and generally relax.
Perhaps with a Stella Artois as a surly looking Frank Schier looks on.
a man telling his son he is going to die
“Your daddy is going to die Joey.
Your daddy is going to die and you are not going to have a daddy anymore Joey.” I said to my son whose name was Joey. “Good,” he said, “I am very excited. That sounds great to me.” He began marching around our living room, mimicking the act of playing a trombone.
“After your mother killed herself, I began slowly poisoning myself by putting a tiny amount of arsenic in my tea each morning. From what I understand about arsenic, I am in the beginning throes of death my boy. Yes, dear Joey, your daddy is not long for this world.” I said to my four year old son who stood there in his pajamas, clapping his hands enthusiastically, chanting: “No more daddy.”
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“No more daddy.”
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“That’s right Joey, no more daddy, you’re going to be an orphan buddy, you’re going to have to learn to fend for yourself, and that is going to be very hard for you, because you are dimwitted and repulsive to look at. You are probably going to end up with a terrible, crippling drug habit if you don’t starve to death first. Your daddy is going to die, and I’m afraid, my son, that there is no hope for you. I said to my son as he jumped up and down on the couch, joyously soaring and cackling saying things like… “I cannot wait to not have a daddy.” “I cannot wait until you die.” “No more daddies forever.”
He was pissing his pants, and he was pleased as punch, and frankly so was I. Today was the greatest day that I have ever known. Thank you, Jesus.
and thank you, Jesus Correa