Story
Oh Shit
Ben Roth
This is the story of how a bookstore briefly became a shrine. But it doesn’t go the way you think. Listen and wonder at the tale I have to tell.
Nothing in this world had prepared him for what he found that afternoon ...
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Poem
Fruit and other poems
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
FRUIT
In this season of persimmons and pears
when things turn quickly and just go,
I mourn the almost being, as much as the done.
You, like the animal who shows me his beautiful teeth—
but then you, who slinks away...
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Photographs
Dachau Photographs
Jeff Spirer
These are photographs of Dachau, taken over two consecutive days in May of 2022. Both days were bitterly cold, with dreary skies that reinforced the devastating sight of the former concentration camp. I had visited Holocaust...
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Poem
Penis Extensions
Ron Kolm
Warfare has always been
About extending your will
Further than your enemies.
Stones, spears and bows and arrows
Were all used in fornication.
Then crossbows, muskets,
Cannons and bombs were invented
To fuck with the m...
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Story
Peckerwood Blues
Ray Jicha
My cousin Jubal kicked me out after a week and I had to hitchhike back to Carolina to face Mama, hat in hand. It took me all day to get up to Shreveport, but then I caught a break. A rusty Datsun pickup rolled up and I threw...
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Poem
Olivia Wilde & other poems about women filmmakers
John S. Hall
Poem No. 1584 ("Olivia Wilde")
I'm going to see
The new Olivia Wilde movie
I don't give a shit
When people
Trash a movie
They have seen
Unless they have good reasons
And I care even less
When people
Trash a movie...
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Review
HIGH WHITE NOTES—The Rise and Fall of Gonzo Journalism—Review
Marc Olmsted
HIGH WHITE NOTES
The Rise and Fall of Gonzo Journalism
By David S. Wills
Beatdom Books
$17.99
High White Notes takes a phrase from F. Scott Fitzgerald that was of prime importance to Hunter S. Thompson (or any serious writer) - being in the zone while creating. It is of course important to all artists to be in that zone, and thus David Wills uses Thompson’s writing exclusively (rather than a more conventional biography) to get to the man and his self-created myth, one far more invented than I previously realized.
Most of us enthusiastic about Thompson agree that Hell’s Angels, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, and Fear & Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72 are his “high white notes” - and anyone attempting to follow and understand him can see that there is a deterioration in his work from that point - relatively slow enough to entice us back momentarily (I used to regularly pick up the San Francisco Examiner ju...
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Review
Rigor of Semblance: Louise Hamlin at the Hood Museum of Art — Review
Greg Masters
In the early 1980s, when I first became acquainted with her work, Louise Hamlin lived in Manhattan and painted scenes of her urban environment: a stretch of upper Broadway on a rainy night that accented reflections from the ...
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Story
The Methadonians
Nelson Loskamp
I sat every day perched high above the northeast corner of Canal and Allen in my painting studio in New York, mostly not painting. Down below was a tree-lined stretch of median called the Allen Malls. Worn by the wind, weath...
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Story
Nobody Reads Mailer Anymore
Frank Richards
Things were different in those days. Back in the nineties, my international business meetings were face-to-face rather than screen-to-screen. I spent a lot of time in the air. Sometimes I felt like one of those big sea birds...
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Story
We Come, We Go
Lenny Levine
“Thank you, New York!”
Justin Howitzer stood bathed in spotlights, his right fist raised aloft, his left hand idly tracing patterns on the fingerboard of his Stratocaster, as if impatient to begin the last song of t...
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Story
Anarchy At The Circle K – excerpt
Patrick O'Neil
ANARCHY AT THE CIRCLE K
On the road with Dead Kennedys, TSOL, Flipper, Subhumans and...HEROIN
A memoir by Patrick O'Neil
Punk Hostage Press, 2022
By 10pm I’ve yet to meet anyone that says they’re in charge. I had t...
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Story
The Slop
J. Boyett
He spat his toothpaste into the sink, rinsed his mouth, then as he straightened saw himself in the mirror and froze. Yesterday he’d been in a public bathroom with mirrors mounted on all the walls, which had given him the c...
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Poem
The Peacock Feathers and 3 other poems
James Reich
The Peacock Feathers
Whose eyes fanned evil from the house, petrol
Blue at the edge of green, the lapis on the lawn
Of the Raj, now we drink tea at summer’s end
In a pinched house where a man has died, you’re
So...
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Poem
CBGBs
Ron Kolm
I worked in the Strand bookstore
with Tom Verlaine.
He invited me
to CBGBs the first time his band,
Television, played there.
Punk was born that night.
I ended up getting into a fight
with my date
and we left
...
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