Unfinished – A New Translation of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s Poem Fragment
Jenny Wade
Unfinished, a poem fragment by Vladimir Mayakovsky, discovered in M’s papers after his suicide in 1930.
Любит? не любит? Я руки ломаю
и пальцы разбрасываю разломавши
т...
The Third Man – A Review
Franklin Mount
I hurried over to Film Forum the other day (first day of the run) to see the 4K restoration of The Third Man, the great 1949 film directed by Carol Reed.
Why rush to see a 65-year-old movie, especially one I’ve seen at ...
Nostalgia and Heartbreak in Kim Gordon’s ‘Girl In A Band’ – A Review
JC Gonzo
I began and finished Kim Gordon’s memoir in the NYC subway, catching glimpses of her life and self reflection between hectic transfers, rushing to make my next engagement. I missed a couple of stops, too focused to be bo...
Goodfellas – 25th Anniversary Restoration – A Review
Franklin Mount
Spoiler alert: This movie is fairly violent, it’s well over two hours long, and everyone has already seen it.
New York, June, 1970. We see three men in a car, driving somewhere late at night, and the car is making a kn...
Poetry Month Release Reading at Bowery Poetry Club, 5-17-15
The Editors
To celebrate the release of Sensitive Skin #12, the Poetry Month special, we had a reading at the Bowery Poetry Club in NYC. About half of the published poets were able to make it. It was a lot of fun, but if you weren't the...
Poetry Month, 2015
The Editors
What a Poetry Month it's been! Special thanks to Winston Smith for the back cover. Here's links to all 30 posts:
April 1 - John S. Hall and Rick Prol
April 2 - Bonny Finberg and Charles Gatewood
April 3 - JD King
April...
You – New Translation of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s Poem
Jenny Wade
Ты
Пришла—
деловито,
за рыком,
за ростом,
взглянув,
разглядела просто мальчика.
Взяла,
отобрала сердце
и просто
пошла ...
Suspect Device
Michael Carter
for Seamus Heaney
In a cold stone cabin
In a deserted Cill Rialaig solstice-tide,
West wind wailing through drafty rafters,
Enounced aloud “Hrothgar Skyldinga”
& your Beowulf by turf-light,
Huddled in checkered ...
Flack from Taylor
Taylor Mead
A President who makes war
Against and on Behalf of the
Worst of the Arab world.
Who sells the country to the
Japanese government and its subsidized
corporations.
Who is a mealy-mouthed lying bastard
Banker.
W...
I’ve Got My Shiny Kitten
Sharon Mesmer
— for Yun Peng
Hell yeah I’m skinny.
My body is COVERED in skin!
But I’ve got my shiny kitten
and I am not the same person I used to be.
Shopping naked with my shiny kitten
is like finding out that Beyonc...
off on grand boulevard
Norman Douglas
1.
fuck you fuck you fuck
you scribbled the self-
proclaimed, officially
acclaimed, pharmaceutically
addle-brained bourgeois
poet in morning electric’s light.
okay, i added the burgher bit
because i’m talking cit...
The Viewing
David Rattray
The wife spoke to me
by name:
“Thanks so much for coming,
David.” Some didn’t
want to see him. One
wouldn’t even go in. I did.
I touched his hand.
It was as if he were only
sleeping, soft and warm.
I never ...
Call Up
John Farris
Today the world is wet & white: everybody tries
to throw the snow back (a girl, determined, handles a shovel
gingerly, sends a pile of it scattering; it flies
to the court below, exposing a red-stained Kreolite
stair, ...
Kiss of Kind
Carl Watson
Virtue and Fear
Stare at each other in the mirror,
They feed upon & tease each other
Until neither one remembers what it used to be.
That mirror’s name is Vanity,
It can make a body live in harmony ...
Last Supper in an Airport
Ronald B. Richardson
Dawdle. Doodle. What to do?
Spill an alphabet, spill a stew.
Fire the cauldron, eat the bread,
soon those waiting will be dead.
Down the supper, drink the curse;
no matter how dull, death is worse.
--Ron Richar...
