During the autumn of 1888, the period of the Jack the Ripper murders in Whitechapel, London, an ephemeral canon of “Ripper letters” was established, notably the so-called “Dear Boss” letter delivered on September 27t...
“I had become periodically insane, with long bouts of horrible sanity...”
--Mark McCawley, “Sick Lazy Fuck”
I knew something was up on 3 counts: I had just posted something on the 19 April death of Richard Lyons ...
SHOOTING FOR THE STARS IN KEVLAR
from hot summer days
and broken air conditioners.
to chilled movie theatres
make out like teenagers
who’ve never had sex
never been kissed by tender mouths
Erik La Prade
In the famous photograph taken by Maya Deren of Gotham’s Surrealist window display, designed and organized by Marcel Duchamp and Andre Breton, we have an interesting view of a time capsule. This particular display was cre...
Windows of deserted factories
shimmer on a humid night
in the parking lot lights
as we stand absorbed in thought
looking down the empty street.
I am reluctant to break
the long silence enclosing us.
Sounds travel ...
It enters the room at 10:15 on the dot every morning, flitting about for several minutes before hovering over my perishing body. I wait for it to alight and pounce on what remains of my sanity.
It touches down on my chin...
and it moves
a few limbs
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...
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...
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,