Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts,

**"It's an adverb, Sam. It's a lazy tool of a weak mind. Period. Done."

--Kevin Spacey in Outbreak, 1995.

**The word "strategery" was used in a Saturday Night Live sketch, airing October 7, 2000, which satirized the performances of George W. Bush and Al Gore, two candidates for President of the United States, during the first presidential debate for election year 2000.

For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite. But are your words meant to be read, reread or simply read privately and quietly instead?

Have you written all you can write, all you can do, or is there more? a clause, line or word inside you,

I'm a Rogue Poet, my poetry format is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it.

I am Faux Poe, your igniter host, you are my writer ghosts. WELCOME, you wired, inspired, miles from retired, writers to: Lecture 9: Faux Poet: The Totality and Finality Found in the Vitality of  Originality; Reciting What's Unread, Igniting What's Unsaid--How to, your Reader, Floor; Make, them, Demand an Encore.

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick.

Black Hawk Down is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, lock, cock your gun, wear sporty shades for the sun and prepare, with a full pack in extreme heat, to fstars run and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I'm your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this--desert blood slick, frenetic, frenzied, frantic flick, rifle, pistol, rocks, bare fists punching pick.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Slick Flick Pick: Pick 58: Slick Flick Pick: Twitchy Trigger Finger--Heavy Ordinance for a Skinny (Eyes in the Sky Watch Soldier Ants Die); (Black Hawk Down, 2001).

Today, we discuss--the seemingly impossible task of extracting every grain of sand from your flak jacket and gun barrel, how godd*** cool it would have been if Punisher skulls were stencil spray painted onto the Humvees like in the film American Sniper, that every fstars problem, nuisance, setback, delay, disturbance and inconvenience feels 1st fstars world after witnessing this slaughter and watching our embattled dudes with poised, unyielding attitudes, why Ridley Scott should stick to films of gladiator combat and urban warfare and spurn remake bullshiz like Robin Hood and Italian melodrama House of Gucci shenanigans, regardless of the casting, originally Russel Crowe, ultimately Eric Bana, as Hoot, an Australian with an Appalachian accent was a wise choice, if you are going to be cast as two characters with limited screen time who are killed off, best to be cast as the same two who earn the MOH award and Tom Sizemore was not killed with shrapnel to the neck, walking around like a giant 17 feet tall defiantly, with no need to duck the fstars down, but sadly died in real life due to a hard life. RIP to the fallen soldiers and those actors who earnestly portray them in cinematic form.

Your worthwhile cinephile: Kicking and lighting the tires, building black fires before my life expires: Falsetto Prophet

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

Ford v Ferrari is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, throttle up, hug the track's ground until that engine makes a purring sounds and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's and Brother Clint's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. We're your worthwhile cinephiles; you're our cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this Shelby's TX drawl delivery slick, Ford's fast, frenetic, give it fuel, fire and that which it desires flick, Christian Bale toting a lunch pale pick.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality…We offer you: Pick 57: Slick Flick Pick: Brake Fade to Black--Miles to Drive Before He'll Sweep (Madcap Chap, His Death Trap and One Perfect Lap); (Ford v Ferrari, 2019).

Today, we'll discuss--the disapproving stare of your tall wife when you let the ice cream melt and the groceries spoil, why a racecar driver feels compelled to dart away from his doctor's office like a volcano rat out of hell, when your chief mechanic busts out the yarn and tape, you know he is a man either to be committed or celebrated, how likely is Mollie Miles to start a race car club of her own in her 1963 Ford Galaxie Country Squire, how sweet it just might be to die doing what you love, in the same way you sought to live, on the fumes of speed, shifting, throttle power and desire, but even in a flame retardant friggin suit you should remain guarded as you will be by, the licking, flicking flames, bombarded, and your skin will be discarded as you feel the singular dedication of that fire to breathe and backdraft atop your racecar's smoking wreckage pyre.

- Your worthwhile cinephile: 0-60 in however long it takes to edit this episode Falsetto Prophet and a need for speed but an aversion to greed: Brother Clint

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts,

For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fuel the fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite.

I find that writing is far more idiosyncratic than automatic.

Clever and Creative CHEERS!

"Here's to learning why the eggs are green in green eggs in ham, here is to also learning about this elusive, enigmatic writer, too cool, calm and collected to be classified as a fighter, Sam."

Here is a man with a laid back plan, whose name is Sam, not Steve, Stu or Stan, he walks slowly, confidently, deliberately, where others ran, of his wooded wilderness writing I, and all of us who attend Freshly Brewed Poems at Tap yard in Raleigh.

Welcome brother from a another mother, or, if you prefer, bro from a different Moe.

I am Faux Poe, your igniter host, you are my writer ghosts, welcome, wired, inspired, miles from retired writers to: Lecture 8: Faux Poet: When Poetry Becomes a Meek, Malnourished Memory, Invite Yourself to a Poetic Soiree Where Thoughts Flow Freely--How to Add Longevity to the Life of Poetry (Gracious Guest Lecture with Rye Whiskey and Sam

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite!

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Greetings Faux Poets! Enjoy this teaser and you breathlessly anticipate your next pleaser episode!

Tune in so very soon for your next aural lecture, my solo creative conjecture of the written word with: Lecture 8: Faux Poet: When Poetry Becomes a Meek, Malnourished Memory, Invite Yourself to a Poetic Soiree Where Thoughts Flow Freely--How to Add Longevity to the Life of Poetry (Gracious Guest Lecture with Rye Whiskey and Sam).

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite! 

Faux Poe out!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Falling Down is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick!

When Slick Flick Pick is near, order breakfast off the lunch menu and lunch off the breakfast, give them clerks no quarter, not one tick of rest and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this cathartically satisfying slick, Foster at war with the everyday world flick, powerful as he is pathetic pick.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 56: Slick Flick Pick: Nutcase Clutching his Briefcase--I'll Speak in Graffiti so You Can Fuc**** Understand Me (From Caged Commuter to Enraged Shooter); (Falling Down, 1993).

Today, we discuss--the fragile nature of a glass snow globe in the hands of a frangible man cracking and breaking more than the pavement atop the San Andreas fault line, the duality between the flattest, thinnest, smashed and unappetizing Wammy burger you have ever seen contrasted with a wide, thick, puffed-out and endlessly satisfying ego of a self-righteous rogue on the prowl, the indiscriminate way in which Mr. D-fstars-Fens discriminately calls out Los Angelenos, their no no's, where they should and should not go, how he'll ensure they'll reap what they sow, and should they attempt to disrupt or otherwise obstruct is forward moving flow, he'll make sure they meet their individualized maker, but first die slow and why a member of the human race who feels insignificant or somehow, from our concerns, affairs and memories, erased might just behave in a way that most would deem a disgrace but they no longer care about saving face for they've long ago lost their place, feel devoid of grace and when you feel you're a waste of space, you'll grip your briefcase, public property, deface and lay, to those who perturb you, waste.

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Beware the crew cut, short-sleeved, white shirt and tie wearing guy for he can slink around the city undetected; he blends the fstars in for this flick is slick and he is sly: Falsetto Prophet.

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

*Sylvester the cat said sufferin succotash, Yosemite Sam said, for example:

What was Yosemite Sam's famous line?

“You rackin' frackin' varmint!” 

*I accidentally said Russel Crowe but meant Kurt Russel for the film reference: Breakdown.

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts,

For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite. But are the silently read words adequate to load the weaponized word armaments? When you read aloud you give those words a volume, allow them to be heard, feel proud.

Writer's block is as real as they come, but there is a desired creation that, from inspired desperation,

Think before you write, but do not get wrapped up in some all-consuming, insufferably suffocating foolish belief evaluation of what is right. Write and write more

I'm a Rogue Poet, my poetry format is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it.

I am Faux Poe, your igniter host, you are my writer

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite!

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Greetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound Book Hounds! The only thing more satisfying than a gorgeous and flawlessly executed standalone Slick Flick Pick is one that honors, if not exceeds, the splendor of its novel source material.

Sometimes a screenplay, or film, has been novelized into a riveting read; conversely, an analogue bound book is oft condensed and converted, via a complex digital undertaking, to a cinematic adaptation. Some of the very

Sometimes this answer proves easier than slicing your finger's flesh on the corner of a page in a hellbound book; I offer the example of Devil in a Blue Dress, the flick is superior to the novel--but not vastly so--while no doubt

While I will not perform this companion, contrast/comparison analysis between the primitive novel and polished flick on eve Hollow and Sleepy Hollowed Heads Slick Flick Pick, I will grant you the gift of an either/or/both discussion when I find the right pairing of bound paper and waxy film. Enjoy you Hellbound Book Hounds and Cinematic Fanatics as I investigate these various bound collections, short stories, graphic novels and similar comparisons to their corresponding flick--remain on track with your deft, rapt attention in tact through an aurally pleasing perusal as you sate your curiosity with each passing slick flick/page flip pleasure on my Chemohawk rack.

Snuggle the fstars up with a bloody, slick HellBound Book in your secretive nook.

As you earn each paper cut, you'll feel these fully fleshed out characters in your gut.

Whether binding open or cover shut, you've wed the novel--the flick serves merely as your mistress--soon to be the pumpkin smashing, steed navigating faceless fall

Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!

The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 55: Slick Flick Pichabod: Trichabod or Treat-- Witchy Kin, Her Slain Twin and Losing Townsfolk's Heads to Sin (Jack O' Scarecrow); (Sleepy Hollow, 1999) and that flick and far more gory adaptation is richer, scarier, more vile, riveting and aesthetically pleasing than the short story abbreviated read, the plot of the flick is more sinister, intricate--more bodies do bleed, the antagonist is not Brom Brones but an

Our protagonist, the sexy eloped scarecrow, is as quirky as he is clever, looks badass in steampunk contraptions and trappings; he holds the flesh key to Katrina's cold, sequestered, heartless for Brom, heart and the skeleton key to this cursed glen.

Today you are gifted the treat of audibly checking out this edition **Ninth selection of Slick Page Flip** from my Chemohawk Library Rack: Hellbound Binding 9: Slick Page Flip: Ride Faster, Schoolmaster--Pumpkin Seeds, Dark Deeds and Black Steeds (Ichabod, a Fiend for

- Your freestyle logophile, bibliophile and cinephile: Schoolmaster Podcaster Falsetto Prophet  AND She's lost her Red Head DEVIL

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts,

Out of Desperation, Comes Inspiration--Consolation from it's Subsequent Creation (From Inspired Desperation, Comes Inspired Creation)

You have heard of that intrepid, treacherous thief in the night, who robs you of creativity, inspiration and insight, who hijacks your thought train, your serenity forsakes until you darken a shade more insane. What about the inspiring giver who also bounds, lighting imaginative wicks in your mind's playgrounds, your simplistic creative creations, this gifter compounds, until your source of inspiration, your well of original content, he surrounds and reminds you of a time when no notion was too wild or whimsical and a place where no poetic, provocative urge is out-of-bounds.

Here is your appetizing, not fully satisfying, teasing but not entirely pleasing vignette of what is aurally present today and what is yet to come:

Dry the Drummer's Eyes by Falsetto Prophet, inspired from the song: "Let the Drummer Kick"

The song "Let the Drummer Kick" was featured in the 2006 ensemble comedy Accepted as well as the 2005 Samuel L. Jackson film Coach Carter.

The track can be heard in the ending sequence of S1E12 of CSI Miami, air date January 6, 2003. The track can also be heard in the "Cannes Kids' episode, season 4 of Entourage.

Let the drummer kick

Let the drummer kick that

Relations

Creation

Incarceration

Determination

Equation

Humiliation

Reincarnation

Situation

Elation

Identification

Retaliation

Education

Inspiration

No substitution

Solution

Conclusion...

Coming soon, to an ear canal near you, perhaps even your own, your very venerated voice for sore ears, Faux Poe with a fresh Lecture of Faux Poet! Remember: Lecture 7: Faux Poet: Out of Desperation, Comes Inspiration--Consolation from it's Subsequent Creation (From Inspired Desperation, Comes Inspired Creation) Thief in the Bleakest Part of Night--Bringer of Daylight to Darkness of the Writer's Block Plight.

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite!

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind

Sleepy Hollow is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, take heed: a coal black steed, with a headless rider and crawling across your spell-chalked floor a wicked spider, is nothing to fear, and stick around, till, Falsetto pumpkin seed Prophet's, and coal black steed with red eyes devil, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction.

I'm your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this sleepy, listless, drowsy and into the hollow, we reluctantly follow, slick, fornication with the town witch will prove a real life and afterlife bit** flick, this pickety witch is also rich and as she is youthfully spry, far from rickety, she can, at times, prove persnickety, pick.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… we offer you: Pick 55: Slick Flick Pick: Tricabod or Treat--Witchy Kin, Her Slain Twin and Losing Townsfolk's Heads to Sin (Jack O' Scarecrow); (Headless B**** In Charge); (Sleepy Hollow, 1999).

Today, we discuss--the rarity of casting a role for Christopher Fstars Walken where he ain't fstars talking, the countless and inarguable ways this is a Tim Burton vehicle with his go to: J fstars Depp expertly navigating at the wheel and controlling the car with a combination of apt micro-expressions and endearing oddities, the casting foreshadowing shown in this flick for the headless body of the vengeful horseman is none other than, the future Darth Maul of this sleepy hamlet--well in the throes of fall: Ray fstars Park, him, you wouldn't want to encounter alone, on a covered bridge, in a Tim Burton designed dark, the paradox of Christina looking unhealthy, pallid, pale as a godd*** Western Woods ghost, yet still proving one sexy, accommodating, spellbinding host, the folly of Brom Van Brunt both acting rudely toward Crane and speaking blunt; he only has eyes for Katrina, who only casts protection spells for the rather able constable, for she's but a sweet faux witch in this witch-hunt, though Brom did have the balls to this headless Ray Park body, in the dark, confront; the horseman was all set to let his prank-playing, for a calamitous quarrel jonesing, Brom fstars Bonesing a** live, but when he continued to strike the horsemen with musket, dagger and duel-wilding sickles, this hollow's hessian took his ill-advised actions as an affront, but neither we, nor Katrina, weep for Brom, as he was, very much, a runt, who's pumpkin seed sized balls, Ichabod's sharp schoolmaster shoes would love to punt!

- Your worthwhile cinephile: A city town constable in a nightmare hollow: Falsetto Prophet and a witch to some but bewitching to me: Red Pumpkin Head Devil

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.