Q Bop City
About the Book
Q Bop City is given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas on the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labours abandoned left unfinished grave still abode of stones in a word I resume alas abandoned unfinished the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) tennis... the stones... so calm... Cunard... unfinished... by Samuel Beckett More info www.rubbereden.com
About the Author
Coughed up somewhere in the Terrible Now the public at large and critics agree that probably Vincent Quatroche doesn’t really exist other than a rather speculative wild fiction were limited attention spans stare into electronic 3.2 inch plastic rectangles. Embracing both encroaching age and perpetual obscurity is every beat poets dream without either the benefit of reasonable perspective or rationale behavior. Career Educator and Poet Vincent Quatroche refuses to just get lost. A truly disturbing afterthought he insists in sticking around like duct tape. While insolence as persistence is hardly a virtue, he will seldom read you the same poem twice, unless you are asking for it. Originally from Long island he is currently languishing in over-State NY teaching at regional colleges. He is a published author of numerous creative projects, including Books, CDs & Videos. His poetry has been distributed and pulverized into the Cyber Void throughout the United States and abroad.