Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Happy New Year y Gracias to the Writers of Bar None Group for 2010!
A toast to the 2010 writers of Bar None Group! Cheers! Salud! |
What an incredible year!
Last year a group of like minded individuals came together in a seaside village in Mexico. They had a dream, a shared vision. They would collect the stories, the art and the poetry to be found in the Costalegre area of Mexico, specifically, Barra de Navidad. Thus was formed the Bar None Group. Also known as the Dharma Bums of Barra de Navidad, this collective published their first offering in 2010 — Bar None: An Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre and this website!
Here are the writers, poets and artists who have taken the first tentative steps in helping us to forge this online community. Thank you for being on this journey with us and allowing us to share your creative offerings.
Labels:
2010,
Bar None Group,
Barra de Navidad,
Happy New Year
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Bar None Anthology Published
The Dharma Bums of Barra de Navidad and their friends wax poetic on the beauty of the Costalegre, Mexico and the characters that populate a tiny seaside drinking village with a fishing problem.
Was it really a year ago that a disparate group of individuals found each other and a shared passion for art, literature, and poetry in Barra? It was and now the fruits of that experience can be shared with the first volume of The Bar None Anthology. Now available online. (Advance copies have been circulating around Barra de Navidad for the past few weeks.)
Labels:
art,
Bar None Anthology,
Bar None Group,
Barra de Navidad,
Mexico,
poetry,
publish,
Volume I
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Christmas at Sea
Labels:
Christmas,
Christmas at Sea,
poem,
Robert Louis Stevenson
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The True Christmas
Labels:
Christmas,
Henry Vaughan,
poem,
The True Christmas
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Dear Barra
Labels:
Bar None Group,
Barra de Navidad,
Dear Barra,
open letter,
Zanne Mack
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A Fowl Most Foul
Behind our condo resides a mentally impaired rooster.
Or maybe he just has a defective cluck-clock-chromosome. I am pretty sure that I read somewhere (the Old Farmer's Almanac, perhaps) that roosters crow at daybreak. This is not the case with my Mexican Foghorn Leghorn. His exuberant outbursts commence at 3 a.m. every morning. The rigorous aria inspires all the other mammals to chime in and by 4 a.m. It's a spontaneous combustion barnyard jamboree.
Or maybe he just has a defective cluck-clock-chromosome. I am pretty sure that I read somewhere (the Old Farmer's Almanac, perhaps) that roosters crow at daybreak. This is not the case with my Mexican Foghorn Leghorn. His exuberant outbursts commence at 3 a.m. every morning. The rigorous aria inspires all the other mammals to chime in and by 4 a.m. It's a spontaneous combustion barnyard jamboree.
Labels:
A Fowl Most Foul,
Barra de Navidad,
Beth Berube,
short story
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Comfort
Labels:
Bar None Group,
Barra de Navidad,
Bob the Dog,
Comfort,
dog,
fiction,
Jordan Crittenden,
Mexican
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
First Lines Second Thoughts — At Swim-Two-Birds
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Cielito Lindo
De la Sierra Morena
Cielito lindo, vienen bajando,
Un par de ojitos negros,
Cielito lindo, de contrabando.
Pájaro que abandona,
Cielito lindo, su primer nido,
Si lo encuentra ocupado,
Cielito lindo, bien merecido.
Labels:
Alejandra Ribera,
Cielito Lindo,
espanol,
music,
musician,
poeme,
Quirino Mendoza y Cortés,
ranchera,
video
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Frat Jack: On the Road Re-told
"I first met Dean not long after Tryscha and I hooked up. I had just gotten over a wicked fucking hangover that I won’t bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with a six-foot-five douchebag and a beer bong. With the coming of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you could call my life on the bro’d. Before that I’d often dreamed of going West to see hot LA actress chicks and try In N’ Out burgers, always vaguely planning and never taking off. Dean is the perfect bro for the road because he knows how to fucking party."
So begins On the Bro'd - a serialized retelling of Jack Kerouac's seminal On the Road translated and updated to 2010 in bro-speak.
Labels:
Jack Kerouac,
Mike Lacher,
On the Bro-d,
On the Road,
Smirnoff Ice
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Dios Nunca Muere
Muere el sol en los montes
Con la luz que agoniza
Pues la vida en su prisa
Nos conduce a morir
Pero no importa saber
Que voy a tener el mismo final
Porque me queda el consuelo
Que Dios nunca morirá
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
I, of the Storm
Dark, the thunderous skies
erupt into light and sound
the heavens open up
and the rain begins
to pour down
Labels:
Bar None Group,
Barra de Navidad,
Charles Longstreet,
I of the Storm,
poem,
poet
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more.'
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
It's Not My Birthday — Kerouac Still Dead
The bloated corpse of Jack Kerouac was rushed to a hospital in Florida on October 20, 1969. Still breathing, he expired the next day. His death was attributed to natural causes — a lifetime of heavy drinking. Elsewhere in the cosmos a five-year-old boy sat at the bottom of a staircase in tears. Left in the care of an alcoholic World War II veteran and a German shepherd. The stairwell was his refuge.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Jacobson Wins Booker Prize
London author and columnist Howard Jacobson was named the winner of the £50,000 Man Booker Prize for Fiction on October 12, for The Finkler Question, published by Bloomsbury. Jacobson has been longlisted twice for the prize, in 2006 for Kalooki Nights and in 2002 for Who's Sorry Now?, but has never before been shortlisted.
The Finkler Question is a novel about love, loss and male friendship, and explores what it means to be Jewish today. Said to have ‘some of the wittiest, most poignant and sharply intelligent comic prose in the English language', The Finkler Question has been described as ‘wonderful' and ‘richly satisfying' and as a novel of ‘full of wit, warmth, intelligence, human feeling and understanding'.
Labels:
2010,
Howard Jacobsen,
Man Booker Prize,
The Finkler Question
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Renounce Guilt, Find Divinity
Mexicans have cultivated a guilt free and blameless approach to life. Even the Spanish language supports this philosophy. For example, if I was looking through my purse or around the house for my keys but couldn’t find them anywhere, I would probably call a friend and complain, “I lost my @#$%^ keys. I feel so stupid!” That’s the gringa rationale in me, I suppose. In Spanish however, one would say “Se perdian las llaves,” ˗˗ my keys have lost themselves. They – the keys – are the stupid ones. In this scenario, I am the hapless victim of my keys inability to find their way home. Now that is divine grace at its finest.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Me Acerco y Me Retiro
Labels:
espanol,
Me Acerco y Me Retiro,
Mexico,
poesia,
poet,
Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
Sunday, September 12, 2010
When They Came
Labels:
Cyril Dabydeen,
Jalisco,
Mexico,
poem,
poet,
Tenacatita,
This Planet Earth,
When They Came
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Yours: A New York Poem
Labels:
9/11,
Mark Butkus,
New York City,
poem,
Yours
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Labor Day
The rains that played havoc with your plans were due here by dawn
There were no puddles nor drops when the day began
Pure folly to think that the bales of hay would be brought in under dry skies
The farmers plight is to out-maneuver the weather
A moment passes as the east wind blows foul and the deluge commences
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Take Two
Labels:
Bar None Group,
Mark Butkus,
poem,
poet,
Take Two
Saturday, September 4, 2010
From Love and Squalor
Labels:
Bar None Group,
birthday,
Esme,
From Love and Squalor,
Mark Butkus,
poem
Friday, September 3, 2010
A Tiny Little Poem
Labels:
A Tiny Little Poem,
Katie Keys,
poem,
poet,
tiny little poems,
Twitter
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
In a Lunar Groove
Labels:
Bar None Group,
Barra de Navidad,
In a Lunar Groove,
poem,
poet,
Zanne Mack
Monday, August 30, 2010
The Toys
Labels:
birthday,
Coventry Patmore,
Eric Butkus,
poem,
poet,
The Toys,
The Unknown Eros
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Insatiable Appetite
Labels:
Cashmereheart,
Dani Thornton-Stock,
Insatiable Appetite,
poem,
poet
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Warning
Labels:
Basil and Spice,
Liz Colado,
poem,
The Warning
Monday, August 23, 2010
night vision
Labels:
Bar None Group,
Charles Longstreet,
night vision,
poem,
poet
Thursday, August 19, 2010
First Lines Second Thoughts — Neuromancer
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Chaos is the New Calm
Labels:
Chaos is the New Calm,
poem,
poet,
Sheryl Crow,
Wyn Cooper
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Tenacatita: Truth and Consequence
There is a little oasis on the Costalegre known as Tenacatita. The sheltered bay has one of the best swimming beaches in Mexico and is home to one of the best coral reef snorkeling sites on the Pacific coast.
Tenacatita is a fishing village - pongas dot the beach when they are not at sea seeking out the abundant fish thriving off its shores. The beach has many madre y padre restaurants offering the catch-of-the-day and ice-cold beer under the shade of palapas. This is how the locals do business - this is their livelihood.
Labels:
Andres Villalobos,
ejido,
Mexico,
news,
Tenacatita,
update
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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