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Carl Antonowicz was discovered in a coal mine in 1974 wedged between a miner’s lunchbox and a eucalyptus wood support strut, wrapped in construction plastic. He was taken in by a pair of childless elderly Polish immigrants who had come to America to seek fame and fortune. In his early childhood, he expressed a great interest in the work of Fredrico Garcia Lorca. At age five he designed and built a pair of wings from feathers, pinecones, Elmer’s Glue and macaroni.
In 1985, Antonowicz used them to fly to Paris, where he met Albert Camus and smoked many galouises. One night during his lengthy stay in the city of lights, beat writer William S. Burroughs introduced him to the cut-up and fold-in methods, as well as beer. Spiraling into a self-indulgent period of alcoholism pre-masturbatory experimentation, Antonowicz alienated himself from his simple-but-hardworking Polish immigrant foster parents.
After realizing the emptiness of his hedonistic existence after a trip to the emergency room in 1994, Antonowicz followed a group of gypsies around the former Soviet Union to witness the continuing process of restructuring.
He returned to the United States in 1997 after receiving a telegram from his foster brother that his adopted parents had died in a tragic dynamite accident. After their funeral, Antonowicz began work on his first novel, A Family of Black Helicopters, which remains unpublished.
In 2000, he began to experiment with slam poetry after getting extremely frustrated while attempting to write a paradelle. Antonowicz quickly gained notoriety in the slam community after coming in first place in several Dallas slams.
Regretfully, Anonowicz died after being run over by a bus full of nuns in early 2003. Tonight you will be hearing his ghost.

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