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Tag Archives: writer
Because the Night
Half-punk-scarecrow, half-mystic-urchin, Patti Smith seems to exist on the yellowed edges of saudade: the time-carved café table, the books she carried with her on her trips (as trusted and beloved companions), the way she packs light like The Fool, her … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged artist, because the night, fragment, imagination, music, patti smith, Poetry, Prose, romantic, vision, visionary, writer
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Beket
My name is Beket. That’s my first name, and my last. My mother was going to name me Becky, after some character in a novel she loved, but when she saw how silent I was as a baby (she said … Continue reading
Buon Compleanno, John Fante!
(John Fante, April 8th, 1909-May 8th, 1983) Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, stubbornly planted there, the chinked chains of immigration clanked and rattled, Marley-style, tightening round your throat, as you butted … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Cinema, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged 1930s, arturo bandini, ask the dust, bandini quartet, happy birthday, homage, Italian-American, john fante, los angeles, writer
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Sphinx
Convicted sphinx to beguiling raptures, and time-spanned sync-holes, literary enigma, Clarice Lispector, understood keenly the tolling of ruptures within, sowing breath’s metered and fasting threads to the fractional seethe of holy and lent.
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged clarice lispector, poem, Poetry, sphinx, writer
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Veils
Invention was your solitude and twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The calculated manner in which you spread secret pages, like silk violet capes or fringed shawls, promising an air of mystery and desire. You enabled the cause of symmetry, so … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged anais nin, cities of the interior, diary, france, labyrinths, Literary, paris, Poetry, Prose, travel, woman on fire, words, writer
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We Pause for Glacial Identification
It is the winter within, the writer dying, the chaos bible scored in ice, texts of veins, I mean, I think I mean, veins of text, veins and bulging whorls of text embedded in ice, and your body moving through … Continue reading
Henry Miller
Posted in Audio, Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Brassai, henry miller, paris, Poetry, Spoken Word, tropic of cancer, tropic of capricorn, writer
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Sub-Versive
Street beat shots from the “Sub-Versive” photo series w/ Michael Falasco.
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged decay, erosion, in search of lost time, made in new mexico, photo shoot, street beat, street photography, subversive, urban air, writer
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In the Catacombs of Grief
In the catacombs of grief, she wandered. She wandered, without thirst, without hunger. This frightened her. Had she lost her basic humanity? Why had she created such elaborate labyrinths? Say that ten times fast, she said to herself. At least … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged catacombs, creation, fragment, grief, labyrinth, moodspells, Prose, wandeirng woman, writer
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Giantess
Between bewildered, and the wildest seasons of time and longing, she derived dreamily the spatial pulse of God’s somnolent core.
John Biscello 