John Korn

A little over a year ago, Bart Solarczyk turned me on to The Hold. I had let him read some of my poetry, and he told me that I should submit it to Cait. I did. I really didn't know much about her. I didn't really think my stuff would fit at the site. I didn't know much about the underground. I really didn't think of myself as a poet, and I didn't really write many poems at that time. Most of the poets and artists on The Hold seemed to be well past my skill level.

 

But Cait responded, told me she dug the poems I sent, gave me a warm welcome, and I've been there since then. It became a big part of my life. I was exposed to lots of talent I wasn't aware of. Luis Berriozabal, Biggun, Nick Morgan, Carter Monroe, Debbie Kirk, and just on and on. And there is always something new each month.

 

Most of all, every issue pulsates with the energy of Cait. This mysterious woman who sent me strange and playful emails, asking me to spank her, telling me to "get movin' sucka", telling me about my work, "listen, this stuff's great!" Always ending with xxxx ooooo. Always ending with love.

 

It seemed with every issue, it became more apparent to me just how important The Hold is. It gives many people the chance to let themselves be heard, and more. Cait was a miracle. We all know that. The work she did (including her own photos and poetry) in the short amount of time between issues is unbelievable. She was also a great host/ringleader. She'd just round up all this great talent, and shout off a great introduction for the newcomer. Also, her announcements for each issue, I mean, it was like a carnival barker. She could get one real interested and excited and drooling for more:

 

"so.now. plug in a lava lamp/ pull up in yer hot dog bun and feast yer *I* balls on this issue of the-hold.com  [better than cable {A~R~I~A chorus}] !damn right!"