BOMB 8 Winter 1983
Taylor Mead, Alf Young, and Jon Leon take a trip down memory lane reminiscing on moments of spontaneous naturalism, nude beaches, and being an outsider.
Edouard Roditi was born in Paris 1910 of American parents. In 1929 he abandoned his studies of the Latin and Greek classics at Oxford and, until 1937, was associated with the Surrealist movement in Paris, as contributor to transition and as partner in Editions du Sagittaire, which published Andre Breton’s Surrealist manifestos and a number of books by Crevel, Desnos and Tzara.
Undoubtedly it is absurd to hail this thrust in mid-ocean
still standing vertically amidst the clawings of the wind
whose heart triggers with each beat
a true liana delirium.
The cough like oysters in the throat, the light from
the lamp oyster white
The wind blows hard among the pines
Toward the beginning
In the early morning in the first light there was a single thin cloud, a long red streak in an all clear sky.
Sometimes when I’m walking through the streets I want my fingernails to grow long and hard so I can make scratches in the sidewalks;
Her needs stick out all over, like a porcupine’s needles, keeping men away. I do not like her. I do not even pity her.
I can feel the expressway.
Sarah and I borrowed the kids and the van and drove to the beach.
In an airplane, flying between New York and Lisbon, a relatively young man has a heart attack and dies.
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1.
Apollo 1 cost plenty.
For Christmas, my father gave me a set of four knifes.
Watercolor painting by Patricia Tobacco Forrester.
Watercolors Street Portraits; Blood Sisters; Schnookems, NYC; and Herb, NYC by Rachael Romero.
Family Group at Amityville and The Night My Uncle Went AWOL by Darrel Ellis.
Overcast Dusk: Glassy Lake and Sunset by Ellen Phelan.
Graphite and mixed media piece on paper mounted on canvas, Dr. Agitt Tortured by Sue Coe.