There’s a girl in New York City
She calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I am falling, flying
Tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
-Graceland (Paul Simon
It seemed eerily significant that in the […]
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FLY BY NIGHT PRESS NY 2008
Tuesday, November 25th
6pm - 9pm
White Box 329 Broome St. New York
www.whiteboxny.org
212-714-2347
In November 2008 Pink Car Crash, a book of images by the contemporary visual artist Itziar Barrio was released by Fly by Night Press with the support of the Cultural Department of […]
Reviewer: Patricia Spears Jones –pksjones@hotmail.com
December 29, 2008
Author/Editor : Toni Morrison
Title: A Mercy
Publisher: Alfred A. Knopf, Publisher, New York
Publication Date November, 2008
ISBN 978-0-307-26423-7
Price: $23.95
A funny thing happened on the way to my reviewing A Mercy-about ten thousand other reviews all praising the work, some with restraint, and some lavishly have already been printed, blogged, audio taped. I sort […]
“The White Tiger” by Aravind Adiga
Reviewed by Sarah Goodwin-Nguyen
Free Press, 2008, 304 page The winner of this year’s prestigious Booker Prize focuses on a young man’s rise from the slums of modern India. Balram Halwai is the owner of a taxi fleet; he is also a wanted killer. He tells his life […]
In Remembrance of Things Past, as we’ve all read, the author is able to recall events from the distant past with tremendous sensory detail after tasting a madeleine cake. In Ma Jian’s Beijing Coma, a similarly monumental recall is instituted, not by an experience, but by a unique situation. Struck down by a bullet to the head, the protagonist lies comatose in bed, but, while unable to move, communicate or see, he can still think clearly. Being taken care of by his isolated mother, a retired singer, he has little to occupy his mind but memories, particularly of the 1989 Tiananmen Square protests in which he was one of the leaders, and at which, when the military cracked down, he was shot.
From what I’ve heard, in biennial organizer Dan Cameron’s description and in other reviews, much of the art in this city-wide exhibition will have New Orleans as its subject. This is quite a difference from other biennials, which are often just a collection of the last 2-4 years of Chelsea hits from disparate sources. Instead, this exhibit will feature work made specifically for this site, unveiling the interpretations and reflections on New Orleans of the international contemporary artist. We in the audience will see what they have to say about the place and events surrounding their art.
Jim Feast
Review of Eureka, a play at the Living Theater, written by Hanon Reznikov and Judith Malina
Whatever the value in the Living Theater’s recent production, Eureka, of its literary allusions to Poe’s Romantic cosmology (from which the work draws its initial inspiration), its humanization of chemistry’s table of elements, its way […]
CO-DEPENDENCY
(For Vanessa)
1
My chocolate, my tobacco
and you across the river, my three
addictions: you analyze
the toxicity of love; I appeal
to your vanity, waltzing you patiently
through my analysis – my fear
of losing you palpable, thick
as clouds, as smoke; I fear your drift, I fear
you are fixing the tobacco, I fear
you […]
Prayer for Obama
“An there shall be signs in the sun,
and in the moon, and in the stars; and
upon the earth distress of nations,
with perplexity; the sea
and the waves roaring;
Men’s hearts failing them
for fear, and for looking after
those things which are coming on the earth:
for […]
stevie stevie stevie (rascal),
You did an amazing job with tribes. We did an amazing job with Tribes. I
learned so much. You gave me the much appreciated opportunity to get
experience running an arts organization. My friends from Christie’s were all
answering phones for galleries and here I was running a gallery, meeting and
booking folks in the arts, […]
Excerpts from the GLBT Center Lecture on Street Sexual Harassment and the Dyke experience. by Chavisa Woods
In conversations on the subject of gender, sex, sexuality and public interactions, when speaking with some seemingly liberal minded, artistically inclined, gay friendly heterosexual men, I have on more than one occasion come upon these general ideas […]
He remained on the couch for another hour or so, his half-erect penis cupped in his left hand. He heard the muezzin’s incantations, “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar” (God is Great! God is Great!), calling the faithful to the first of their five daily worships to the Creator. He gently rubbed his penis and listened:
One of the symptoms of being an Emotional Idiot is that I want all my ex-boyfriends to pine for me long after I have left them. Even if I was completely sick of them by the time we broke up, still, I expect them to never find a substitute for ME. I know this is grandiose but so what.
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in memory of doris, my mom
poem
can’t sing a lick,
do the rumba, cha-cha
& is definitely not
a lindy hopper
nor can she cook
good tho
turns out a mean
chicken soup
& she isn’t
into xmas, new years
birth-, emphatically not
mothers day
nor does she wrap gifts
but
when the sun
beams, thru
moving
hair, blue
hawk eye, gleams on
earring, thru moving
hand, finger
brush, touches
paper, she is
alchemists
mistress, lady
vermeer,
pure
light
from “Playland”
