Tag Archives: The Factory

Star

In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.

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Triptych for Edie Sedgwick

I.Too many small hourspimped out to wraiths on parade–Heart, in real time, breaks.  II.Make me an offer,they shoot pretty girls, don’t they?Leave haunting to me.  III.Baby, forget the petals,we’ll feed you thorns,you’ll be like Jesus Christin black tights,a superstar in dark eye … Continue reading

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The Factory

Review of Hiroko Oyamada’s award-winning debut novel, The Factory. The year was 1936, when an indefatigable tramp served as a working-class Virgil in guiding audiences through the hellscape of big business industry and assembly line madness. The tramp, of course, … Continue reading

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Haunt

Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.

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Edie

Too many small hours pimped out to wraiths on parade– Heart, in real time, breaks.

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Stripped

Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven.

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Edie

Factory recall, Warhol’s “It-Girl” gone unclaimed– Fame’s cursory tag.

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Factory Maiden

Recursively spooling the It-Girl’s Factorymade cool fast fade from the pinwheel galaxy of stars & soupcans– Mmmm mmmm good, for a hot fixed minute during the candyrigged reign of Warhol the Ain’t– Is you is or is you not Aint’s … Continue reading

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