Poor Dumb Bum

I was fucking Rosie Fox on a pool table in the basement of a Lower East Side club called Quando. Rosie’s miniskirt was hiked to her waist, her panties were somewhere on the floor, her ass was positioned over the side pocket like a giant white cue ball, with her legs spread on either side […]

The Last Good Year

The house felt like Christmas, at least that’s all young Louie Laszlo could think to compare it to. Mama made a special dinner, cleaned the house more thoroughly than her nurse’s job usually allowed, and lit the scented candles. All of this was unprecedented for a midsummer’s eve, but in his trusting youth Louie had […]

Paris Scratch by bart plantenga

PARIS SCRATCH – a new book

Buy it on Amazon $9.95 Buy the PDF The complete PARIS SCRATCH is now available from Sensitive Skin. bart plantenga spent years wandering the haunted streets of NYC & Paris, cluttered with ghosts & memory, rich in phenomenological detail, friends & foes, encounters & coincidence & the enticing scent of decay, which allows the old […]

Anna Akhmatova

The Final Toast

The Final Toast, a poem written by Anna Akhmatova, with a reading by Anna from July 27, 1934. Translated by Jenny Wade.

The Camden Town Murder, painting by Walter Sickert

Jack the Ripper, Performance, Participation, Fans and Trolls

During the autumn of 1888, the period of the Jack the Ripper murders in Whitechapel, London, an ephemeral canon of “Ripper letters” was established, notably the so-called “Dear Boss” letter delivered on September 27th, the “Saucy Jacky” postcard of October 1st that inspired Spinal Tap’s vaudeville music hall period, and the “From Hell” letter with […]

Mark McCawley

Mark McCawley RIP

“I had become periodically insane, with long bouts of horrible sanity…” –Mark McCawley, “Sick Lazy Fuck” I knew something was up on 3 counts: I had just posted something on the 19 April death of Richard Lyons of Negativland, the samplodelic media-hacking collective I admired for their sinister deconstructions and decompositions of society’s hypocrisies and […]

Buprenex

Seven Poems

SHOOTING FOR THE STARS IN KEVLAR We run from hot summer days and broken air conditioners. We run to chilled movie theatres make out like teenagers who’ve never had sex never been kissed by tender mouths and never cradled in the arms of an unconditional love. We make our own movies back in the back […]

Marcel Duchamp, "Lazy Hardware", window display for André Breton's "Arcane" 17, 19.-26. April 1945, Gotham Bookmart, E. 57th St. New York, Photography Maya Deren, Philadelphia Museum of Art, Marcel Duchamp Archive.

The Last Days of Gotham Book Mart

In the famous photograph taken by Maya Deren of Gotham’s Surrealist window display, designed and organized by Marcel Duchamp and Andre Breton, we have an interesting view of a time capsule. This particular display was created to advertise Breton’s new book, Arcane 17, published by Brentano’s. In the window we see a partial backdrop painted […]

Deserted Factories

Windows of deserted factories shimmer on a humid night in the parking lot lights as we stand absorbed in thought looking down the empty street. I am reluctant to break the long silence enclosing us. Sounds travel heavily through the thick moist air like the distant flapping of wings. Something invisible brushes against us. “Is […]

A Scar Is Borne

Myiagros

It enters the room at 10:15 on the dot every morning, flitting about for several minutes before hovering over my perishing body. I wait for it to alight and pounce on what remains of my sanity. It touches down on my chin, before springing to the entrance of my right ear canal, where it continues […]