The Dark Side of the North Pole

The further adventures of Froggy Chocolates, as he’s abducted by aliens, learns firsthand the difference between ‘good’ and ‘bad’, gets a valuable life lesson from Sammy Davis Jr. and gets to sing everybody’s favorite Jimi Hendrix song. Sort of.

The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent and Depraved

Welcome to Derbytown I got off the plane around midnight and no one spoke as I crossed the dark runway to the terminal. The air was thick and hot, like wandering into a steam bath. Inside, people hugged each other and shook hands … big grins and a whoop here and there: “By God! You… Read more »

Happy Birthday Terry Southern

A few choice photographs of Terry Southern, one of the great writers of the ’60s, with the Beatles, the Stones, William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan, Dennis Hopper and Jean Genet.

John S. Hall at the Bowery Poetry Club

John S. Hall, of King Missile fame, reads a poem, “I Hate this Guy,” that he apparently wrote on his way over to the club on his Blackberry. As soon as John Kruth is ready on sitar, he quits it and moves on to “How They F***ed,” which was originally published in Sensitive Skin #7. Brilliant, hilarious and seriously NSFW.

Beer Mystic Burp #19: Beer in Times of Distillation

“glory wreathes, flutes” • Karen Garthe, “Buckle Up, Sweetie” bart plantenga I buy beer when other purchasing behavior fails. I drink beer to slow down the ridiculous spin of this earth & defuse those who speak kindly of this spin. With too much beer – which I have learned is just about enough – I can even… Read more »

Beer Mystic Burp #18: The Long Windy Road to a Closed Bar

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqEeL1QzGsc[/youtube] BEER MYSTIC: Read Beer Drink Novel: I thought by serving words in the name of beer & side effect mysticism would be repaid in not only the enchantment of words & the joy you can glean &/or scrape off that enchantment & how, arranged in horizontal rows, words continue to beguile, charm, lead us places…. Read more »

The Veldt

“George, I wish you’d look at the nursery.” “What’s wrong with it?” “I don’t know.” “Well, then.” “I just want you to look at it, is all, or call a psychologist in to look at it.” “What would a psychologist want with a nursery?” “You know very well what he’d want.” His wife paused in… Read more »

The Nose

Part I On 25 March an unusually strange event occurred in St. Petersburg. For that morning Barber Ivan Yakovlevitch, a dweller on the Voznesensky Prospekt (his family name is lost now—it no longer figures on a signboard bearing a portrait of a gentleman with a soaped cheek, and the words: “Also, Blood Let Here”)—for that… Read more »