Breh,
9:27 AM Thursday, shitty new glass towers fronding,
I, bumping Malo and dodging heavy trucks,
You, in the silver-gray late 4-door Honda,
On 280 coming out of the East Side
Trying to change lanes while repacking a GLASS BONG,
Its piece lazy aerosolgreasing
Maybe above-grade like the road,
Maybe not.
But for real dude,
ANYTHING but the fucking vape pen
We’ll take it.
My new “gentri-fi” novel Byebye and Shlort is here! It’s got what you need: comedy, tragedy, language traps, language weapons, mayhem, friendship, frenemies, migration, deportation, drugs, yuppies, nonprofits, landlords, gentrification, displacement, homelessness, death from exposure, everyone’s excuse for how we can’t live any other way, and of course beer and weed!
It’s my love letter to San José, in hope that the people through education and cooperation can get the city we deserve, as the guy says. Hope I can go on living in San José for a few more years! Of course you can all make me rich by purchasing the book and send me off to Aptos…
Check “where to buy” to both buy a copy and use your library system! The list will be growing as Éxitos Gnosis and I build the circle of friends and co-conspirators.
I’m especially excited that the book will be at Bluestockings in Manhattan! You can call Hennepin County and Denver libraries and tell them to take that offer that they got this past week!
Anyone who reads the book can keep the world turning by rating it on Goodreads as well. ¡Viva la anarquía!
Here’s what I’m bringing to Perg’s tonight, as it’s supposed to close this weekend.
Not that I ever really liked Santa Cruz that much. And I don’t know much about Caffe Pergolesi besides what’s available in the paper and the fact that it’s in a historic house owned by one Dr Miller. But of course I was in the scene for ever, a scene that didn’t so much as end as never really begin and then slowly fade with the comings and goings of those involved. And more importantly, I along with a lot of people are devastated that Logo’s and now Perg’s are closing at the same time. They’ve been stable while so many other promising spaces have come and gone.
The message from landlords, the Canfields, and the owner class in general is clear: come to Santa Cruz, consume, throw trash, give money to private property, and leave; this is no longer a place to start communities. A place to raise kids, but no place to be a kid, or have the values of free expression, inquiry and fun associated with kids.
The do-gooder rich can have their museums of culture: organic food, special-decial schools for their kids, et cetera. Ironically, it was the openness, free inquiry and will to be wacky that produced such as the organic movement, the Santa Cruz skate thing, and many other parts of Santa Cruz now condemned to be “artifacts” or worse “properties.” I knew about 2001 that it was going this way, but hoped never to see the logical conclusion.
Perg’s was the rarest thing in public-space-hating Santa Cruz: a private space that still believed more or less in free-for-alls, a place for kids to post up their art, a place to hear real music made by real people. I never tried their coffee once, since I was usually there at beer time. And only rarely had I the money to hang out there regularly, but I’ll never forget the shows, and the good times.
Is there a hopeful future? How do we get past the issue of merciless foreign rents and pig NIMBY ordinances? Someone can comment below to give this post some sunshine.
Sounds like rumbles are afoot for building ghettos for artists and their gentrifier friends in San Jose. That way they can light one fire and wipe us all out, and either way the landlords and developers win.
Take this survey for Raúl, the only city council member who cares about the people! Make your context understood!
My Gentri-Fi novel Meat Ladder to Mars is free until Thursday! If you hate it, or if you love it, drop a review on Amazon if you please. Enjoy, jolines!
