My name is Bana Witt. I am a poet and writer with a diverse and sordid past and would like to use this place to tell you something about myself and show you a bit of my work.
I have been an art critic, a sex slave, a software librarian, a rock singer and a jeweler. I originated in Fresno, California, but moved to San Francisco in 1974 at the age of 18. There I took prodigious amounts of controlled substances, made few short pornographic films for the infamous Mitchell Brothers, and began a seventeen year affair with the younger of the two brothers, Artie. I also wrote a lot of poetry.
In 1978 I began working as employee #49 for Apple Computer, where I assisted the original designer of the Macintosh, Jef Raskin. Prior to that he had been my music teacher, instructing me on how to play Baroque recorder. While at Apple I snagged a cute rich programmer and married him. We stayed together for three years and lived large in the hills behind Palo Alto.
I left Apple Computer after just a year and returned to San Francisco to begin singing and writing rock lyrics and in 1983, developed a project called “The Kage,” an Art Rock band with East Bay Ray, the guitar player from the Dead Kennedys. In ‘87, after the band failed to get label interest, I joined the wild open poetry reading at the Cafe Babar in the Mission District and Zeitgeist Press published my first book of poems, “Compass in an Armored Car.” Café Babar was also the place where I honed my spoken word skills. It was a tough crowd, who would throw their wine glasses against the wall if you weren’t any good. By 1995 I was San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion.
After the death of pornographer Artie Mitchell in 1991, I published a monograph of poetry entitled “Eight for Artie”. I am quoted extensively in the Mitchell Brother’s biography by David McCumber, “X-Rated,” which also contains a requiem poem.
My book of vivid autobiographical short stories, “Mobius Stripper,” was mentioned in Herb Caen and Spin Magazine and had international distribution. This book was followed by “Eclipse of Reason”, five years of poetry, in 1994. I also recorded a CD of poetry and classical Spanish guitar played by Dhyani Dharma Mas.
I have finished another collection of autobiographical horror stories from the '90's called "Bodegahead,” some of which will appear on this site.
My work has appeared in publications as diverse as Sequoia, the Stanford Literary Quarterly, The Mammoth Book of International Erotica, and The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry.
After 27 years in San Francisco, I have returned to Fresno, California, were the rent is cheap and the parking plentiful. It is at best, practice for hell.