Essay
After the Ash-White Wind
Robert C. Hardin
9/11/01: 8:54 a.m.
My shift has ended and I’m sitting at my computer, finessing a letter to Swedish musician, Tomas Pettersson. Looking out of an eighteenth-story window off Maiden Lane, I notice what might have passed ...
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Gerard Petrus Fieret: Lurid and Exalted Photographs
Greg Masters
The women are posing, yes. But they are not engaged in a casual flirtation with a man who has persuaded them to return to his studio with him. I am supposing that the ordinariness of their day in a small town in Holland has ...
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Poem
Three Poets, Three Books — Café Crazy, We Became Summer, and Blue Lyre
William Considine
Café Crazy, by Francine Witte
We Became Summer, by Amy Barone
Blue Lyre, by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
On Wednesday, June 13, three well-known Downtown New York poets read together from their new books, published w...
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Essay
RMX
Jürgen Schneider
Amy Winehouse staggers in shortly before midnight. It doesn’t go without notice how unwell she is.
Amy will be DJ’ing. There is a yellow shimmer to her skin and her skinny body looks more fragile than ever, her hands ...
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Essay
John Ashbery – an Oblique Remembrance
Max Blagg
I was introduced to John Ashbery's poetry in the summer of 1971, by a beautiful young American poet living in London. We met at a church jumble sale in Belsize Square. Her flat was across the street. I woke up on her couch l...
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Essay
Sixty
Patrick O'Neil
There is nothing easy about turning sixty. The days whip by in a whirlwind, kids look younger, and you can’t understand what they’re even talking about. Cops, bosses, and doctors could be your daughters and sons. Films a...
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Story
Screw
Marc Olmsted
It was the end of the 80s into 1990 and very hard for us to find a good rock n roll dance club in San Francisco. Everything was disco electronica and it all sounded the same with that amyl nitrate bass beat. The more inter...
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Poem
VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY
Jack Hirschman
VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY
You, thunderer and swirl of
the flag of blood and roses,
kneader of the bread of poem,
deathless comrade of dithyramb
and liberty,
you whose suicided life
I carry as a forge, ...
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Poem
In This Dream
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
IN THIS DREAM
We are always dancing:
you lift your arms above me
like a bird in a summery place.
Sometimes there is music
and the softest shadows;
other times the air carries us
through the rhythm of tall, flat buil...
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Review
where night and day become one—the french poems /1983-2017 by Steve Dalachinsky—review
Valery Oisteanu
where night and day become one
the french poems /1983-2017
by Steve Dalachinsky
Great Weather for Media, NYC, 2018
Steve Dalachinsky is a poet /cultural reporter of our time, not only via his essays, but also through...
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Poem
Snail Poem
Peter Orlovsky
Snail Poem
Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
blown up clowd.
Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound
o...
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Review
A Hermit Has No Plural by Gabor G. Gyukics – Review
Ron Kolm
A Hermit Has No Plural by Gabor G. Gyukics, Singing Bone Press.
A Hermit Has No Plural, a collection of poems by the great Hungarian writer, Gabor G. Gyukics, is wonderfully unique. It is a surrealist vision of a world...
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Poem
The Gods
Jenny Seymore Montgomery
i.
Pluto and Uranus. Shadows overhead at my birth during
another nuclear test. Soon I will be blown across the kitchen
by a toaster, blacken bulbs, sit in pits of Mount St. Helens’
ash, grieve the bulldozing of ever...
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Classics
I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
Harlan Ellison
Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung ...
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Writing
Tom Wolfe – Requiem for a Writer
Vincent Zangrillo
Tom Wolfe liked to match. When I saw him on the cross trainer at the gym in Southampton, pumping away, vigorously chewing a chiclet, his head bent over his Ichabod Crane frame, tall but exceedingly lank, his blonde bob part...
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