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We Are All Alice B. Toklas

James Reich

Toklasization, being the condition of failing to materialize in one’s autobiography, or of being ghostwritten out by a biographer with more vanity than ours, has become the most significant cause of suicide and psychopatho...

Steve Adams – Triskotronica

Steve Adams

Listen to the second release from Sensitive Skin Music: Steve Adams' Triskotronica. If you like it, buy it from iTunes or Amazon. In a world that values the familiar, Steve Adams' Triskotronica should be on another planet...

Sensitive Skin #10

The Editors

Sensitive Skin 10, published September 2013, an anthology of post-beat, pre-apocalyptic art, writing, music and whatnot, features work by both world-famous and new-and-emerging artists, writers, and musicians from around the...

Beer Mystic Burp #20: Ron Kolm: No Longer Chugging Rank Cologne

bart plantenga

Ron Kolm: No Longer Chugging Rank Cologne One of the perils of the fast life is that if you’re not synchronized with the prevailing velocity you lose focus, things get blurry, imprecise, or you end up getting dragged a...

In Memory of Dmitri Shostakovich

Jenny Wade

Today is the anniversary of the death of the Soviet composer Dmitri Shostakovich (Sept 29, 1906 - April 9, 1975). Shostakovich struggled under a hostile and perilous political environment for his entire working life. Af...

Alexander Blok – The Stranger

Jenny Wade

Alexander Blok, the supreme poet of the Russian Symbolist movement, died this day in the year 1921 in St. Petersburg, at the age of 40. Blok broke from the tradition of Russian realism with its emphasis on social respo...

Zoning, by Spencer Kansa – review by Marc Olmsted

Marc Olmsted

Zoning, by Spencer Kansa, Beatdom Books, 2011 - $12.00 - paper Spencer Kansa’s debut novella Zoning is terrifying, page-turning fun. If this seems contradictory, consider that he was an acolyte of William Burroughs, so...

TAYLOR MEAD IS DEAD. A PISS-POOR OBITUARY IF EVER THERE WAS ONE.

Norman Douglas

In light of the fact that the guys doing my old job at The New York Times dropped the ball on this one, I suppose I must accept that I wouldn't have gotten much more out of any obit they published than this: Ten years ago...

Taylor Mead, RIP

Nick Zedd

I met Taylor Mead in 1989 when we both acted together in a science fiction movie shot in the Hall of Science at the World's Fair Grounds in Queens. I'd seen his acting in the seventies when I moved to NYC and saw Nude Restau...

The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent and Depraved

Hunter S. Thompson

Welcome to Derbytown I got off the plane around midnight and no one spoke as I crossed the dark runway to the terminal. The air was thick and hot, like wandering into a steam bath. Inside, people hugged each other and sho...