The Literary Equivalent of Athena Posters
Tom McCarthy has published an article entitled “Publishing? It’s an Art Form” in today’s Times. All hail the New Elitism: “A few years ago I was invited to a dinner for young British novelists at the ICA. The other guests were for the most part successful published writers – unlike myself back then. The talk […]
The Thermals Live
Everyone sang along, slammed their bodies about with reckless abandon, and repeatedly spilled forward onto the stage. From the first chords of opener “Here’s Your Future,” the floor shook under the impact of the feet that repeatedly crashed upon them. Bodies toppled forward, back, and to the sides, feeble attempts were made to steady themselves on walls, speaker cabinets, and other people.
Amanda Farah reviews The Thermals‘ recent London gig.
The Summer of Hate 4: Bob Short
Bob Short on ’77 Ozzie style: It was August and the Funhouse’s doors were closed, nailed shut and boarded up. The publican, drunk on dreams of bistros and a better class of customer had called in a dedicated team of exorcists to salt the earth in our wake. “One buck, no trendies”: how was anyone […]
Chakra Blues
He stared at the diagram locating the chakras on the body. He was supposed to link them in harmony, but how was he supposed to remember where they all were? Doug solved this little problem by taking a black marker and drawing dots on his body in positions corresponding to the various chakras. He had to take his clothes off to do this and felt funny sitting on the couch naked with a marker in his hand. He was glad Debra wasn’t home.
By John C. Goodman.
Naked Feels Good
Tomatoes. He suddenly felt a pang to cut up those ripe, organic tomatoes they got from the farmer’s market that morning. They were juicy and sweet. He’d shake a little salt on them and then eat them up. So, as he was moving back and forth, he was thinking of the tomatoes he wanted; and she was searching his eyes wondering what he was thinking; and if she really knew what was going on in his mind, she’d probably feel hurt.
By Nikolle Doolin