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DESCRIPTION:San Francisco authors read from their work. That means you, too. \nSan 
 Francisco located stories given preference. \nMic-less open-mic. 
 \n\nLoose-leaf authors \nscat \nter \nwords in \nthe wind sha \ndow \nof a 
 library \n\nThis week Christian Ogg reads his $50 prize-winning poem, 
 Whosamacall'em. \n\n$20 prize for the best Real Estate-centric poem!! 
 \n\nHERE'S A PAST BERNAL LITTERATI WINNER: \n\nSAN FRANCISCO'S FAILURE TO 
 COMMUNICATE ABOUT REAL ESTATE\n\nThe hills are bedrock\nLifted up by 
 subduction\nJust like the high rent\n\n\nAND ANOTHER:\n\nI've got an 
 electric bi-i-eek \nI've got an electric bi-eek \nSometimes I don't switch 
 it on, but \nIt's still easy to ride; \nI listen closely to the talk I 
 cruise by, and \nMost everyone has something, \nSomewhere they're going; 
 \nEven when I pass by the mortuary, \nThe nomads in tents face the 
 statutory, \nPropane camp tanks feeding Fentanyl to the masses, \nAnd men 
 and women all making passes. \nRussian oil splattered roadkill debris; \nI 
 hit every red light when I ride this street, \nBut still I only hear half 
 that I meet: \nI'm still too fast for the others; \nListen now, sisters and 
 brothers, \nI ride an electric bi-i-eek \nI ride an electric bi-eek 
 \n\n\nAND HERE'S ANOTHER \n\nThere are murals around town painted Rubin 
 Rude: \nThe faces of public places \nSuch as, for instance, the Bernal 
 Branch library's eastern wall. \n\nIt strikes me, though, that in Women's 
 History Month \nWomen muralists ought to get half the space, don't you 
 think? \nEvery year we ought to put the vertical places up for auction \nSo 
 that who does the talkin' isn't just who got there first. \n\nYeah, let the 
 boys pay the girls not to put up stuff if \nThe boys want to keep that 
 public viewshed theirs. \nI mean, if the girls like the stuff already 
 there, \nDon't bid for the space. Let it ride. \n\nBut humdinger, if 
 Benioff wants to shout to the world \nWith that great big outie thing, but 
 some gal with a brush \nAnd a can of paint has something to say, \nI say 
 make him have to pay her not to splash her story in the air. \nIt's our 
 sky, isn't it? \nWell isn't it? \n\nLAST WEEK'S $20 WINNER: \n\n700 trees 
 down in San Francisco; \nTheir roots loose in the rain-bloated earth, 
 \nTheir boughs yardarms caught in gale after gale \nTill the keelson 
 snapped, \nCracking sidewalks into white-capping chop. \nAnd elsewhere, 
 everywhere, all around town it’s a raggedy old place, \nBent and shorn by 
 plague and \nA long, wet winter the likes not seen for 44 years— \nMe 
 too, long in the tooth, long on remembrance, no longer merely a lad with 
 big ears for the old-timers’ tales, \nBut myself witness, back then, to 
 the longest pleated turns of sun and drenching winter storm-blown screaming 
 Hell ever known by living soul. \nAnd you? Don’t ask, don’t tell \nLest 
 I pop your skaldic, pompous truth, \nWhich, like mine, \nNever heard from 
 Noah’s lips \nThe whopper drowned the world.\n\n 
 https://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2023/04/19/18855526.php
SUMMARY:Bernal Litterati [sic]
LOCATION:outside the Bernal Library, 500 Cortland Avenue\noutdoor amphitheater at 
 the corner of Cortland and Anderson
URL:https://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2023/04/19/18855526.php
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