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before we could speak

Dennis Cruz

before we could speak the specter of death smiling, Cleopatra uncrossing her legs. a small glimpse into the infinite then it’s over a bad dream lingering like egg yolk or menstrual blood on your tongue I w...

Iain Sinclair — Hard to Beat — in conversation with Chris Kelso

Chris Kelso

What is there to say about Iain Sinclair that hasn’t already been covered a million times before in a million different interviews? Well, probably not a lot actually. Lauded and derided in equal measure, as flaneur, grand ...

Timothy Leary Letter to Allen Ginsberg, from Berkeley, CA, 1969

Dr. Timothy Leary

OK, as promised here's the second Timothy Leary Letter to Allen Ginsberg. (We received three of these, anonymously, and published the first, from Mexico, 1963, last week). In this one, from 1969, sent from Berkeley, CA, we l...

Timothy Leary to Allen Ginsberg, May 8, 1963 – Letter from Mexico

Dr. Timothy Leary

Editor's Note: Well, sometimes we find the darndest things in our PO Box—we just received a package, with the return address "Dr. Tim Leary, Orange Sunshine Street, The Other Side of this Life," containing three (apparentl...

Evergreen

Classical Music Lover

Ron Kolm

Classical Music Lover I was sitting behind the cash register In Eastside Bookstore On a warm summer afternoon In June, 1976. The evening junkie group nod Hadn’t started yet, But they would eventually Shuffle in...

The Meaning of Existence

Phillip Giambri

The Meaning of Existence Two grungy old winos with damaged faces, sitting on the window ledge of the vitamin store on First Ave @ 14th sharing a bottle in a bag, bummin’ smokes from passersby, and discussing ...

Puzzles Partly, He Shoe

Jim Leftwich

Puzzles Partly, He Shoe Moments falsify no aspect of talisman or tale. Nor talus as source of value, nor described by the book in uncharted enchantment, entire hand-picked shifting presents, p resents, pre sents, shriek s...

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Has Left the Planet

Valery Oisteanu

Yevgeny Yevtushenko has Left the Planet On a quiet Saturday in Tulsa, Oklahoma A Russian poet dies, smiling in his dream All his life he waited for springtime But spring never arrived, only sounds The sound of wind w...

The Last Time I Met Allen Ginsberg

Tom Savage

The Last Time I Met Allen Ginsberg I was walking through Tompkins Square Park About two years after the brain surgery From which I was still recovering. I saw Allen. He came toward me. He touched me in the center of ...

Siren

Michael Lindgren

Siren It calls, of course: a deep whisper asking for the slender trickle, to dim the corners and elevate. To spread warmth, dissipate, cajole, enjoin. Answer the call. Thin air, cold snow, speak plainly about p...