We’ll be presenting a poem from Emily XYZ in issue 2. In the meantime, enjoy this piece, “Frank Sinatra,” from Emily and Myers Bartlett, performed at the Cornelia Street Cafe in New York City, November 14, 2008.
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Rob Hardin - Words for My Mother’s Funeral
Steve Horowitz & The Code International - Invasion From The Chicken Planet
Franklin Mount - Double Indemnity—A Review
Elliott Sharp - Rare, Unreleased and Out-of-Print
Sharon Mesmer - Evil Polish Boners & Other Flarf Poems
James Greer - If You’re So Special, Why Aren’t You Dead?
David West - David West – New Paintings
E.A. Fow - The Cherub
Carl Watson - Late Night Phone Call from the Used to Be
Allen Ginsberg - William S. Burroughs: Interview
Dan Plonsey - New Monsters: First Appearance
Wanda Phipps - when the lights go out in Mojácar
Thaddeus Rutkowski - Pardon My French
Ruby Ray - Punk Photographs
John S. Hall - John S. Hall at the Bowery Poetry Club
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins - MAYDAY, MAYDAY
Max Blagg - The Best Night of His Life
Ronald B. Richardson - Memory is Narrative; Narrative is Memory
Norman Douglas - Rabbit and Crow
Peter Shear - Peter Shear – Paintings
Keshav Das - Barefoot in the Heart
The Editors - Sensitive Skin #10
Here they are, warts and all, available for the first time in over 15 years – scanned versions of the original print run of Peau Sensible/Sensitive Skin, from 1991 – 1994, in PDF format.
Jam-packed with downtown NYC superstars, writers, musicians and artists, including Richard Hell, Herbert Huncke, Richard Kern, Eileen Myles, Jack Micheline, Emily XYZ, Patrick McGrath, Taylor Mead and many, many more.
“Drugs,” an excerpt from Barefoot in the Heart “Muktananda, Shirdi Sai Baba and Hari Das Baba would never take LSD.” A certain pattern had evolved wherein Maharajji frequently called upon myself and a couple of other foreign men whenever he required some enforcers. Sometimes it was to deliver bad news such as a Jao, other… Read more »
“Time Now and Everything,” a poem by Michael Randall, with a photograph by Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre, Fisher Body Plant 21, from “Ruins of Detroit.”
As luck would have it, tecate flats turned out to be a goldmine. Throughout the duration of my addiction, I had a fortuitous knack for attracting people—more specifically, men—who not only facilitated my habit, but subsidized it. I’ve often wondered how long my junkie career would have lasted if I’d been forced to work at it.
Matt was a blind date, the only one I ever went on. He was an acquaintance of a girl who had the locker next to mine senior year. She thought I’d like him because he was an artist and was sort of in a band. He played bass. I did like him; he appealed to… Read more »
Toklasization, being the condition of failing to materialize in one’s autobiography, or of being ghostwritten out by a biographer with more vanity than ours, has become the most significant cause of suicide and psychopathology in North America. Toklasization is the condition of fame failed or failing. Toklasization occurs at the moment when one surrenders aspiration… Read more »