Saturday September 13th 2-4pm Memorial reading of I Dream About You Baby, poems by Lester Afflick at the St. Marks Poetry Project located at 131 East 10th Street @ 2nd ave.

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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 […]

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Latest Reviews

Review of: Ma Jian, Beijing Coma, trans. Flora Drew (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008)

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.

Prospect 1 Log #1: 11.8.08 & 11.9.08

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.

Review of Eureka, a play at the Living Theater, written by Hanon Reznikov and Judith Malina

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 […]

Sound Unbound - Review

Aaron Hayes
When reading great thinkers, it is natural to wonder whether these people’s lives were any different from ours, whether their insights into the nature of reality and the world we live in allowed them some sort of super powers, or at least greater happiness, or something – especially nowadays […]

Trouble the Water

No human spirit, all toughness aside, could withstand watching Trouble the Water without tears of empathy, followed by boiling anger, growing conviction and the commitment to respond. Filmmakers Tia Lessin and Carl Deal, consistently credit this feeling of good will fueled by a desire to help, as what motivated them to race to the gold coast in the aftermath of Katrina. The long time collaborators with Michael Moore had experienced a similar impetus towards action after 9/11. Turning their lens outwards on their own Brooklyn neighborhood, they made The Family Divided, a compelling short about the backlash of racism and unjust deportations which affected many American-Muslims. Determined to react artfully and effectively, Lessin and Deal, armed with their cameras found themselves in New Orleans in search of a story.

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Latest Poetry

CO-DEPENDENCY

CO-DEPENDENCY
(For Vanessa)
                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                                       
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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

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 […]

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Latest Essays

from The Stone Mason’s Daughter

Out of nowhere, I’d suddenly begun to wear my hair, my unruly curls, pinned in a tight bun. At the same time, I became a fan of a peculiar shade of purple lip gloss and heavy eyeliner. I wore jeans and over-sized shirts with button-down collars, which I bought at the co-op. My uncertain style amounted to a common-law marriage of punk and preppie — but I was neither, I was just another financial-aid student fumbling my way through Yale.

“This Is Not An Endorsement of Barack Obama!” by dAlton Anthony AkA voice

After alot of back and forth last week I finally made the firm decision to vote for Barack Obama for president of the United States. This was not an easy decision for me as I am 45 years old and have never in my life voted for a major party candidate for president. Why did I make this decision? Basically, it comes down to three factors:race, culture and a series of conversations that I had with my daughter who is incollege and expressing her political opinions quite passionately andarticulately. A little over a year agoshe sent me a link to a clip of Barack Obama, asking me what I thought. Here is the unedited response I gave to herat the time:

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Latest Fiction

The Manhood Test

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:

The Itty Bitty Backpack Cure

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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