To witness the vulgar, Zap Comix–inspired panorama in Manuel DeLanda’s 1979 film ISM ISM—its blubbering testicle-breasts and segmented-plumber’s-pipe phallus scrawled in marker on the tiled walls of a Manhattan subway station, just to start—is to share in the brief, bewildering encounter a commuter may have had with street art before the soap and cleaning brushes arrived.
A posthumous collection cements the author’s reputation as a master of the short story.
I caught Elma licking her front teeth in the rearview mirror. The gap between them seemed to be getting wider, like Jane Birkin, whose teeth spread considerably apart as she grew older, an oral Pangea situation.
Taking writing to the mat in J.D. Daniels’s The Correspondence
“I think violence is inherited, it’s taught, and some of the characters are born into bad blood. …The characters are raped and so is the land.”
Lucy and Kit sat waiting side by side on a black leather couch, before a long glass window that looked out over Tribeca, the winter sun in their laps. Kit stole sideward glances at Lucy, who hummed, twisting her hair around her fingers in a compulsive fashion.
Around this time I became a frequent visitor to a sex-ad bulletin board. Real-life meetups were the focal point.
Notley’s body of work consists of over thirty-five collections of poetry and prose. To consider her oeuvre, in her interlocutor’s words, is to court “cerebral and sensory overload.”
Brian got up early that Saturday to do his laundry then tracked down a friend who owed him ten dollars and scored some crystal meth in the process.
“My addiction has to do with performance, with creating a very real situation and then dealing with all the physical problems surrounding it.” —Matthew Barney
At the far end of the backyard, nestled in overgrown summer grass, the girls huddled around their private nitrous oxide tank.
Things to remember better: Ferd Eggan entered my life in San Francisco in 1969, the year I dropped out of Berkeley.
Jerry Stahl on fatherhood, pharmaceuticals, and the subversive humor of his new novel, Happy Mutant Baby Pills.
Meanwhile the Corinthians completed their preparations and sailed for Corcyra with a hundred and fifty ships. Of these Elis furnished ten, Megara twelve, Leucas ten, Ambracia twenty-seven—
I met Verne Dawson while sitting beside him at Table 23 at the celebration for Dream Machine: Brion Gysin at the New Museum in New York. Dawson revealed a cosmic process previously unsuspected by me: the genii of the 22 paths of the Kabbalah and their correspondence to the 22 major cards of the Tarot.
You’ve been out two weeks when you audition for a revival of A Hatful of Rain.
Stephen Elliott folds the sex worker mythos back into the reality it came from. Cherry draws on his personal experience to explore one of the many personal stories of those in the adult-film industry.
Anya Jaremko-Greenwold on Magic Trip: a documentary pieced together from Ken Kesey’s original 16mm tapes of the Merry Pranksters’ drug-fueled journey across America in 1964.
Note to the adventurous globe-trotter: If you happen to be looking for ground zero of the Mexican drug wars, Culiacán, capital of the northern state of Sinaloa, may be just the place for you.
In the documentary Two Escobars, directors Jeff and Michael Zimbalist unravel the events leading to the murders of soccer captain Andres Escobar and drug kingpin Pablo Escobar.