The Rise, The Fall, and Rise Again – A Review of the Memoir by Brix Smith
JC Gonzo
‘BRIXTON IS GOD’ proclaimed graffiti scrawled in a boys’ bathroom at Bennington College, discovered by a young Brix (formerly Laura Salenger) who’d just completed her first gig. This prophetic moment for the burgeoni...
Once Upon a Time in the East Village
Jim Feast
Clarissa felt as if she had gone from starving on a diet of bread and water to gorging on a bountiful smorgasbord. In Oblong, where she grew up, any glimmerings of culture were hard to discern. Her one friend in school, a f...
The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, Photographs by Nan Goldin – Review
Franklin Mount
The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, Photographs by Nan Goldin
At The Museum of Modern Art, New York, through February 12, 2017
Downtown New York in the late Seventies and early Eighties looms larger than ever in public imag...
Killing the Dogs of Kathmandu
Jason DeBoer
Killing the Dogs of Kathmandu, by Jason DeBoer
An excerpt from Annihilation Songs: Three Shakespeare Reintegrations, available now from Stalking Horse Press
Editor's Note: This is one of the more interesting pieces that...
The Swimmer
Liza Béar
New York, July 1 2016. We’d arranged to meet in the lobby of her hotel, a newfangled glass & steel construction with river views and sports facilities. Seated with chin propped on fist, almost in a Rodin Le Penseur pose, w...
Dr. B. Said
Larissa Shmailo
As I contemplate my treatment by the psychiatrist J. B. M.D. over a span of twenty years, I recall some of the things the good doctor said and did.
Dr. B. of Connecticut, of the upper classes.
Who carried bedpans as an...
Two Poems by Stephen Berk
Stephen Berk
The Family Tree
To all the sons and all the daughters of all the mothers and all the fathers who blessed their children with the demons that drove them to greatness:
Happy Mother’s Day Mother, this two-dollar gift ca...
The End of The World
Vincent Zangrillo
New York City—8/8/84—Day to Night
Mark wanted to see how fast he could burn through the 10,000 dollar inheritance from Grandpa Dave, who sold schmatta to Hendrix on St Marks, and who despite his gnomic wisd...
The Large Ladies of Lands’ End and L.L. Bean
John J. Trause
The Large Ladies of Lands' End and L.L. Bean
"I have been heavy and had much selecting."
--Gertrude Stein, Lifting Belly [1915 - 1917]
Because I am not satisfied by the limited palette of...
SLEET
D. James Smith
Sleet, the first he’d seen in California, and not much of it at that. At five thousand feet in February, it made sense, though. Nosing along in his pickup, he’d traced the lake created by Pacific Gas and Electric, part...
Mystic Meanderer, Solo Exhibition by Eric Jiaju Lee — review by Franklin Mount
Franklin Mount
Mystic Meanderer, Solo Exhibition by Eric Jiaju Lee
Silk Road Gallery, 83 Audubon Road, New Haven, Connecticut. Through November 19, 2016
At this point in the Twenty-First Century, some impression of “Chinese art” h...
A Home on the Plains
Meg Kaizu
A boundless region extends from the east to west, from the south to north. There are a few trees, dwellings and ranches that stretch out over the horizon. Many travelers drive very fast. This place is nothing more than unwan...
Two Poems For Fall by Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
ANOTHER AUTUMNAL
Sometimes I imagine
parking lots are water, dark seas
no longer dry ground
but not either anywhere to drown.
Sometimes all the trees in the park
are radiant yellow
in the end of November twiligh...
Bob Dylan Deserves the Nobel Prize for Literature
Bernard Meisler
Bob Dylan just won the 2016 Nobel Prize for literature. Many are angry. But they're wrong. He deserves it.
Joni Mitchel says Dylan is a fake. I take her critique with a grain of salt. Certainly Dylan is a confabulist—in...
The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World
Drew Hubner
The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World
A tall girl in a yellow ostrich feather top and red Bettie Page bangs, simulates oral sex with Sid, who says, Now that's the kind of girl I like and the band starts ...
