Michael Lewis was certainly not the first Wall Street insider to wake up with a conscience one morning and write a kiss-and-tell book to get a mind-bending revelation off his chest: Banks collude with the government and financial “experts” to rip you off. Whodathunkit, huh?
Jade Sharma’s Problems starts out like many alt lit publications: protag lives in city, protag has crazy neighbors, protag does drugs and fucks a lot, but still has depression somehow, and so the soul-searching begins.
It’s the summer of 2016 and Tammy Faye Starlight is Nico Underground and it is the show to see! I caught her at David Rubenstein Atrium at Lincoln Center for free! A dazzling gifted performance artist /singer who you would suspect has supernatural powers the way she channels Nico.
John Dean interrupted my regularly scheduled Sesame Street when you were getting turned on to grass i was watching Vietnam on TV when you met Agent Orange and he stuck to you like glue i didn’t know i just heard it was the word
AFROFUTURISM, The World of Black Sci-Fi and Fantasy Culture, from Ytasha L. Womack (a multimedia artist) will have you wanting to step on a star ship, meet androids, robots, extraterrestrials, and travel through time.
In playwriting (or screenwriting) there is a golden rule that if a gun is introduced onstage it has to go off by the final curtain. In EQUITY, the first movie about Wall Street to be written, directed, produced and financed by women, there is a gun that doesn't go off and the silence is deafening.
Curatorial Intensive alum and art writer Lydia Y. Nichols will converse with writer and scholar Steve Cannon, founder of A Gathering of the Tribes and a pioneer of the East Village literary and visual art scenes, about the lived experience of visual culture in their shared hometown of New Orleans and in New York City.
More than 300 people packed into the basement of Judson Memorial Church on Fri., April 29, for a memorial tribute to the East Village poet John Farris, who died in January at 72. The event featured readings by family members, friends and past lovers, as well as a haunting solo by his grandson, Richard Dye, on sax.