Anarchy for a Rainy Day – Review by Jim Feast
Jim Feast
Reading the new book of poetry by Valery Oisteanu, Anarchy for a Rainy Day, which is written in Surrealist style, the author himself an avowed member of this school, makes me think of an earlier, critically powerful critique...
meeting joey ramone, 31 march 1977
Emily XYZ
I left upstate New York at 18 still thinking Robin Trower and the Marshall Tucker Band were music. Until fall 1976, when I came across Punk magazine #3 (the Joey Ramone cover) in Boston. It was like some message inside m...
Three poems
Francine Witte
Dream Lover
All those nights I wanted John
to call. See how good? See
how really good I can quit you?
But he didn’t listen. Or call.
Just shows up in a dream last week
with the past slung over his shoulder,
...
Chuck
Vincent Zangrillo
Gregory loved Peggy Biderman who lived at the Chelsea Hotel. Peggy, she was probably around 55, even older than Gregory (who was twice as old as me) but younger than I am now. I’m not sure of the relationship the two had i...
Like A 45 On 33
J. D. King
Only two days after Brian met her at a cocktail party, he walked out the front door of his home on Cape Cod, left it all behind: the ocean view, the bank account, the credit card, the mortgage, the car payments, the wife, th...
Hay For the Horses
Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We s...
The Poetry & Politics of Allen Ginsberg – Review by Marc Olmsted
Marc Olmsted
THE POETRY & POLITICS OF ALLEN GINSBERG
By Eliot Katz
Beatdom Books
(paperback)
$28.00
In the last 25 years of his life, Allen Ginsberg championed a half-dozen young poets with some regularity. One of these poets was...
Yearning for homeland!
Marina Tsvetaeva
Yearning for homeland!
Yearning for homeland! Long
Exposed torment!
It's completely all the same to me –
Where completely alone
To be, over which stones to trudge
With a market tote, on the way home,
Into a hous...
Nowhere to Go
Maria Lisella
Nowhere to Go
A paw emerged
threatening my conscience
Your scent eludes me.
A needle punctures a tire
A bomb explodes
Scoring the walls.
Roof Dog, Ave. B, E. 4th & E. 5th St., 1981, photograph by Phili...
MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE
Gil Fagiani
MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE
The Bronx, 1985
B--short for Beatrice--was the last of the Irish
living at 2208 Creston Avenue.
When I moved there in ‘75 her older brother
was staying with her after a stroke prevented hi...
