Allen Ginsberg – Black IPA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jack Kerouac – Cheap red wine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pablo Neruda – Sweet Port or Sangria

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dylan Thomas – 19 shots of whiskey (if you’re buying)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shel Silverstein – Whiskey, Maker’s Mark

 

 

E. E. Cummings – Gin and Tonic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robert Frost – Black Coffee

 

 

 

 

 

 

Naomi Shihab Nye- an almond fig liqueur 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Baudelaire – Absinthe and water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bukowski – whiskey or cheap malt liquor/beer

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shakey Baby – Mojitos

 

 

Anne Sexton – a nice large glass of a dry pinot noir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walt Whitman -a double shot of wheat grass and a drop of honey   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ferlinghetti – Bourbon and Ginger Ale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t resist – Buffalo Trace bourbon

or

Stag’s Leap Petite Sirah 

 

“Keren Elazari is a security expert, public speaker and industry analyst with GIGAOM Research.  Since 2000, Keren has worked with leading IT vendors, government organizations, Big 4 firms and Fortune 500 companies.
Keren is a featured speaker at many international events such as TED 2014, RSA Conference, DLD, NATO’s Cyber Conflict Conference, DEFCON, WIRED and more. Keren is fascinated by the rising power of hackers, the value of data and the evolution of security paradigms.

In 2012, Keren held the position of Security Teaching Fellow with Singularity University.  Keren holds a BA in History & Philosophy of Science from Tel Aviv University, and the international accreditation for Information security professionals, CISSP since 2007.

Yuval Ne’eman Workshop for Science, Technology and Security at Tel Aviv University, where she explores the intersection of cyber conflict and politics.“

 

Keren Elazari gave a TED talk about the positive side of hackers.

Maybe not even the “positive side”: she explained the useful, pragmatic, philosophical side of hackers.

Because when the typical person thinks of hackers, they think of things like this:

I am exploiting your grocery list, Mrs. Robinson. 

 

Meet me in the basement after 3rd period. And bring your snazzy jackets. 

What a hacker really looks like is this:

This is Kevin Mitnick.  He was one of the first notorious hackers of the 90s, and he is holding a “Free Kevin” sticker that was on every linux computer back in the day, including mine.

 Keven was before his time in hacking.  “In 1999, he pleaded guilty to seven felony counts of wire and computer fraud that he committed between 1992 and 1995.^[5] At the time of his arrest, he was the most wanted hacker in the United States history and a federal fugitive…”

but the way he got started was,

“At age 15, Mitnick used social engineering and dumpster diving ^[12] to bypass the punch card system used in the Los Angeles bus system. After a friendly bus driver told him where he could buy his own ticket punch, he could ride any bus in the greater LA area using unused transfer slips he found in the trash. Social engineering later became his primary method of obtaining information, including user-names and passwords and modem phone numbers.”

He started hacking in order to fill a need.  Illegally, mind you.  But he got around the system.

So, how can hacker poets hack the system?  Is there a need we have to fill of poetry that speaks for our culture…do we post our poems on lampposts again?  Should we use form? Do we have to lower the bar of quality to write coffee shop poetry?  How do we raise the bar of quality and write poetry that matters?

 

The soul of Hacker Poetry is the hacker nature of the poet.

The past 2 or 3 generations have been hacked to bits.  The 70s were protests.  The 80s were hope that never panned out.  We were told to “Say No, and Wear Neon.”  The 90s started getting moody, and we don’t have a term for 2000-2010.  The Millenials?  What about the last 4 years?  Where are we?  Who are we now?

During WWII the nation was told to fight for their country.  Yet, after 9/11 we were told to spend to keep the economy going.

Who are we now?

College students with $100K of debt?  Mothers who have taken a sabbatical from writing to raise their children?  Fathers who have a decent job?  We certainly aren’t the Beat Poets ditching society and driving in a beater to Alaska.

We will put these hacked pieces together and make poetry that speaks for this.  We will do it with, or without, the approval and praise of academia.  You don’t need a book club meeting at Borders on Tuesday nights at 7 to write poetry that matters.

So write.

 

http://hackerpoetry.wordpress.com/ 

This is an amazing idea.  Stick with me…

The other day I tweeted, “‘Howl’ is definitely a black IPA kind of poem. Enjoying both.”

And I suddenly realized that I could pair poetry!  With alcohol*!

 

Aww yisss…see, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

 So let’s do this thing!!

#1 What is your favorite drink?

#2 What is your poetry of choice? (Whitman, Silverstein, Shakespeare, Ezra Pound, whatever you want)

I’ll be posting the chart on Friday!

 

 

 

 

*There is a difference between a connoisseur, who knows everything, a drunk, who drinks everything, and a snob, who admires only the select. I am the latter.

This past Saturday, we needed to get out of the house.  It was hot (+100F, blech), and the only thing I had to do was cleaning.  Who wants to do that?  Not this girl.

So we headed to SF for an adventure day.  Originally we were going to go to the zoo…but after spending more time enjoying ourselves at The Melt, eating ridiculously good jalapeno and grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup, than we intended, I had to look for something else to occupy our afternoon.

Suddenly I remembered what I wanted to do: CRASH NORTH BEACH.

If you don’t know why, I’ll tell you why:

The Beat Generation really found itself in North Beach.  They even have a Beat Museum…which is cool, even though it seems to go against the whole grain of “Beat.”  Just my opinion on that.

So, the first place we went was Cafe Trieste, which has walls and walls of pictures of amazing poets (Allen Ginsberg), writers (Francis Ford Coppola) and visionaries (Lawrence Farlenghetti).

I got two cups of black coffee, and it came out of an old school glass carafe…and it was really good coffee!  I know this is an odd thing to marvel over, but ordering black coffee is tricky because it is either really weak or really bitter.  This was strong, but not burnt.   So, I approve.

 

Then we went across the street to “City Lights,” which was not only co-created by Mr. Lawrence Farlenghetti, but it was the publishing house for most of the Beat Poets’ first books, such as “Howl and other poems” by Allen Ginsberg.

 

 

This is the first floor of the bookstore, and I tried not to look like a tourist.  So I put my phone on mute so no one would hear my phone take pictures.  It was a total Batman move, on my part.

 

There were pictures and original posters for world-changing books all over the place.  My geek-o-meter was completely off the charts.

 

I started walking upstairs and took pictures of entire book cases so I had the titles of all the books to add to my reading list. 

Along with some websites for later!

 

Here is where I almost wept.  This was the staircase to the Beat Poetry room. There were pictures of the poets along the way, and quotes from the poets typed and framed.  It was ascending to victory.

 

Here I discovered French Cubist Poetry…WHICH I DIDN’T KNOW EVEN EXISTED, BUT THAT IS SO AMAZINGLY AWESOME, IT IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE.

 

I also took some pictures of names I wanted to check out later.  This is the dedication page of “Outlaw Poetry” which is an anthology by SanFrancisco poet, Alan Kaufman.  I have been thoroughly enjoying reading his works and projects, and I am really hoping to learn something from him.  He and some buddies almost had a Free University in SF, but it looks like the idea fell apart, which is a bummer (but understandable).

What is the “Constructivist Moment”??   I love finding things I never knew about.

 

So, I bought a few books (which will be in another post, entirely) and a “City Lights” button for my backpack,  and went outside to find Ben and the kids, who I could hear playing in Jack Keurouac Alley through the poetry room window.

But first, I found Vesuvio, the famed bar that the Beats frequented.  That shall be visited later.  

 

In the alley were a bunch of these lovely quotes from poets. 

 

And Eve loved showing me her dancing in the middle of Jack Kerouac’s circle, which was far too fitting.

So, for the past 30 years Poetry has been in a New Formalism phase…

which doesn’t seem to be a phase, after 30 years.

But if that’s what the kids are doing these days, then let’s do this thing.

 

The Helmet

If you drop your helmet, and there is no expected

Damage, you might want to consider a survey

inspection.  Falling on the soft shoulder may

have saved your head.  But, get your helmet inspected.

 

Mini stress fractures can compromise your advantage.

So, in the event of an accident,

it may not protect you 100%.

The helmet may not appear to be damaged.

 

It is not always the case.  You can have it inspected

to see if all is okay with the integrity.

It feels like the time has been crushed into brevity;

That is how things go. The events were connected.

 

 

 

 

That’s how it’s done, folks.

-Tamarah