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Something’s Happening But You Don’t Know What It Is

Vincent Zangrillo

Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story by Martin Scorsese Reviewed by Vincent Zangrillo I’ll tell you my own Bob Dylan story. Or maybe two or three. I can guarantee you that these are the god’s honest truth, ...

First Thought, Best Thought

Richard Modiano

The expression “first thought, best thought” is usually attributed to Allen Ginsberg. Ginsberg indeed popularized the phrase but it was actually coined by his Buddhist teacher Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Further, there is ...

Episode 20 – Marc Olmsted

Bernard Meisler

Marc Olmsted in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Marc Olmsted with an original Brion Gysin dream machine Marc Olmsted is a poet whose work has appeared in a million different places, he's a teacher, of both writing...

Podcasts

Michael Herr Once Asked Me…

Peter Marti

Michael Herr Once Asked Me... “How do you write about Buddhism?” and looked around where we stood, eating our ritual potluck rice and stew after evening puja—our Teacher sat huddled with the other Tibetans la...

Episode 19 – Mark Howell

Bernard Meisler

Mark Howell in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Mark Howell Musical archaeologist (and great guitar player) Mark Howell has played with everybody in the - what would you call it? - avant-progressive-jazz-rock scene -...

Now light, now shadow

Naum Korzhavin

Naum Korzhavin was born in the Ukraine in 1925 and as a child witnessed the horrors of collectivization: “I remember the Kiev of 1933. People died right in the streets. . . We survived not only hunger. We got used to think...

Episode 18 – Rob Roberge

Bernard Meisler

Rob Roberge in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Rob Roberge Rob Roberge, novelist (The Cost of Living, More Than They Could Chew, etc.), memoirist (Liar) and guitarist (The Urinals) and I spoke about everything from ...

20 Feet from Enlightenment: A Coming of Sage Story

J. Macon King

Never cease from exploring the other side of that ridge... even though you may get lost, or step on a rattlesnake. Here in California I sometimes feel a bit guilty for not being spiritually woo woo enough. I’m just a regul...

Episode 17 – Andrew Hubner

Bernard Meisler

Andrew (Drew) Hubner in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Andrew (Drew) Hubner, is the author of East of Bowery, We Pierce and American By Blood, and an educator at Hostos Community College in the Bronx. We spoke abo...

Blood and Soil, Trump and Incest

James Reich

Wilhelm Reich’s The Mass Psychology of Fascism (1933/1943) poses a question familiar to many Americans bewildered by the presidency of Donald Trump and the igneous qualities of his base. That the question was answered so l...

Episode 16 – Agneta Falk

Bernard Meisler

Agneta Falk in conversation with Bernard Meisler Agneta Falk at Live Worms Gallery in North Beach, San Francisco. I met poet and painter Agneta (Aggie) Falk at the Live Worms Gallery in San Francisco's North Beach neig...

Eye-Moon Crescent in Morocco

Valery Oisteanu

The eyelid of the moon just opened The wind is never quiet in the desert Dunes of no return, caravans not ever stopping Where rain falls invisible leaving no trace Shape shifting humps reveal a sphinx At the edge of a...

Episode 15 – Steve Cannon

Bernard Meisler

Steve Cannon in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Professor Steve Cannon is the founder and publisher of Gathering of the Tribes magazine, and author of the filthiest book of all time, Groove, Bang and Jive Around - ...

Invisible Sharks

Mike Roberts

I spent a fair amount of time in the Gulf of Oman back in 1988. My shipmates and I were escorting Saddam Hussein’s oil tankers through the Straights of Hormuz, where the Iranians liked to take shots at them with their Silk...

from “A STRETCH IN PARADISE”

Yuko Otomo

Repeatedly tracing the footsteps of the past, I shed my lingering desire for its pastiche. I am almost there to be “here now.” As I keep opening & closing the window, I slowly step into “Paradise.” Now I have no reas...