Jim Trainer

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE-VAX POPULI VAX DEI, AN EVENING OF POETRY&STANDUP TRAGEDY WITH JIM TRAINER

In Uncategorized on October 7, 2021 at 10:15 am
Jim Trainer, Poet

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Contact: Jim Trainer

Phone: 512-203-6288

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 

10/5/21

VAX POPULI VAX DEI-AN EVENING WITH JIM TRAINER IN AUS-OGG-PDX-CML-ATO-PHL

Poet, publisher and performer Jim Trainer brings his Standup Tragedy™ to Athens, at Donkey Coffee on October 22.  With a show consisting of music, the spoken word and dark humor Trainer has embarked on a vax-card only tour, with dates everywhere from Maui to Philadelphia.  Trainer is promoting the release of his 8th collection of poetry, STRIDE, due out in December through Yellow Lark Press.  In addition, he will offer a limited edition and letter pressed broadside of his poem RECURRENT, shared below, along with back titles and a 5-song EP.  


Trainer’s VAX POPULI VAX DEI tour was booked in response to being unable to book a tour through the usual channels, and going crazy at home like everybody else from a lack of performing. 

“It’s a punk rock operation all day, Bubba,” Trainer says.  “I’ve got cities booked without venues, but I’m not worried.  I need the stage as much as I needed the vaccine.”  The tour’s been hatched together by a job interview in HI and his biannual homecoming to Philadelphia—Hostile City USA.  

As a personal journalist Trainer has spent over a decade chronicling the inner life of a creative, while documenting the travails of being a shift worker, “romantic nihilist” and citizen trying to “stay in walls” and continue writing in peace alone.

Jim Trainer’s storytelling, poetry and song are from the street level but with a literary bent.  Punk rock poetry.  What else.  Offering a “least factual, most accurate” account of an artist trying to make it in the end times.  Join Jim Trainer in celebrating the release of STRIDE, his 8th collection of poetry, at these venues worldwide:

MAUI HI  TBD
PORTLAND OR   10/17
Derby Kenton
COLUMBUS OH  10/21
Secret Studio
ATHENS OH  10/22
Donkey Coffee
HOSTILE CITY USA  10/25
Cavanaugh’s Headhouse Square
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Jim Trainer is a poet, publisher, writer and performer.  He blogs weekly at Going For the Throat and writes a monthly column for Into The Void magazine.  As a proponent of personal journalism Trainer reports on the inner life while writing about recovery, mental health and the creative process.  Trainer publishes one letterpressed and perfectly bound-by-hand collection of poetry, and sometimes prose, every year through Yellow Lark PressSTRIDE will be his 8th.  Trainer is the progenitor of Stand Up Tragedy™ and performs regularly throughout the world.

Jim Trainer

512-203-6288

jamesmichaeltrainer@gmail.com

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RECURRENT, a poem

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JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST

In Uncategorized on September 12, 2021 at 6:06 am

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“What do I know? I’m an aging punkrocker with an anger solution, and I go down before the sun most days. Days ‘off’ I come down with imminent adrenal-failure after fighting for a living in Trump’s America. Bosses and girlfriends and X-bosses and wannabe girlfriends. Dudes, I gotta say it, are just dudes—easy to spot and avoidable, if you’re quick, like a bunny. I was born in the Year of the Rabbit and those born under this most auspicious sign are wont to flee and built for it. Don’t too wise though, as those same pistons propelling the woodcat forward will knock your dick in the dirt should you get ‘im on his back.”
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Well, the night does funny things inside a man
these old tomcat feelings you don’t understand…

—Tom Waits

4:44A.M.
Good morning. There isn’t a better way to address you in these wee, wee hours and anyway you probably don’t want to be addressed at all. It’s early. I’m up before the sun most days, sometimes just after midnight. The mind flares and the body tends to the flame. The anxieties of the Anthropocene, coupled with heartbreak, dealing with the rich and fending off fruity groupies has exhausted me to the point of depletion. I’ll come around but last week was a bust and found me at the bottom of an adrenaline dump, and dysfunctioned, from keeping my cool under uncanny duress. It’s work staying at peace and it’s work being at war. Choose wisely. The righteous and the wicked have been marked down but I’m up early, smoking and drinking cold instant and going over the list. Figured I’d post you, let you know I’m alright, that I’m getting by in the end of times and even feeling frisky on this dark morning of 6,928 of sustainable living we have left. I’m wont to drop this wisdom here what else like a tomcat dropping a rabbit at your feet. Which, if not the leit motif then was certainly the reason for writing Part 1 of Oatmilk&Cold Instant last week. I wanted to pay homage to tomcats and Papa and because writing is the next best way to spend my time. The first is of course being wrapped up in you, but, you’re hesitant, and that’s fine.

Part 1 of my new weekly is for Cholo Proud Boy Siamese and all those street-fighting Bodhisattvas out there and all around us. They’re always there and they need us to pray for them. Not just cats but the living and the dead. We pray for those who’ve gone before. We pray for those now here and we pray for those who are yet to come. When they pray we’ll hear them from our great beyond, and though my boons are great and worries many, I’ve a full faith in all that is to come. We’ll see the enemy driven before us, mad with illusion and drunk on violence. I am not afraid. When you’ve lived month to month for over 30 years, death is almost welcome and accepted at least to get on with your morning and crank it out. Get the words down and drink cold water. Hit the streets stoned—bound to love and ready to fight. It’s the body politic summer and I want to see you on the streets motherfucker. If you’re in the rust belt or on the east coast chances are you can see me. I’ll be out there, telling it and playing guitar some. I do it because I love it and because I’ve no recourse for my blues except to transmute and make use of them or die. Pain doesn’t matter. Neither their lies. We’ll take all kinds & comers into our robotically-farmed eco village at world’s end. Except for the deniers, who we both know are dead already. I’ll have to come around on praying for them.

Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo! See you on the road motherfucker.

TRAINER
AUSTIN TX

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SHAKIN’ IT, BOSS

In Uncategorized on August 27, 2021 at 7:10 am

YOU’RE LIVING ALL OVER ME, SHAKEY BUTTS & BODY NAZIS AND THE LIFESTYLE WAR OF THE NOVEAU RICHE…SEX IN THE AFTERNOON—WHAT ELSE?…ALL MY HEROES DON’T KILL PEOPLE, SAINT MIKE RIDES AGAIN…”Kids don’t vote,” FAILING SOCIETY AND SECURING A VOTING BLOCK IN THE SHARPS-BIN OF AMERICA…HOW MUCH FOR THAT BABY PENIS IN THE WINDOW?….PUNK’S NOT DEAD IT JUST SUCKS NOW, ANTI-VAXXERS & THE RED BANNER OF NEW YORK HARDCORE

“20oz. of pink, sugar-flavored water ain’t the best but neither were gummed Xanies and white-label rye after blowing it out on South Philly mornings in the Year of the Cock.”
SHAKIN’ IT, BOSS

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