Better Than Heroin
Another day, another Tao Lin interview (Gawker called him “irritating”, we call him irrepressible). This time it’s Tony O’Neill, who’s having a good week this week it seems. TL: How does it feel winning Opium Magazine‘s 2007 Literary Death Match in Washington Square Park? Is it better than heroin? TO’N: I feel like I just […]
Irezumi
Mark had created the club from nothing. He was sick of going to cheap venues with sticky floors and dripping ceilings, to buy overpriced and watery drinks. He wanted some class, and felt he deserved it. The building had been stagnant for a while, begging for a revival. Despite being both rich and reasonably handsome, girls just didn’t find him fuckable. The idea was sewn after yet another unsuccessful attempt to bed a mediocre girl; the club was built in a day.
By Elizabeth Rose.
Only the Death Drive
According to Toby Litt in the latest issue of Esquire, Tony O’Neill‘s Offbeat masterpiece, Digging the Vein, is today’s answer to On the Road: ‘Digging the Vein fits neatly with our confessional times: there’s no dignity, there’s no road, only the death drive’ (more in dogmatika ). In other Offbeat Gen news, Brutalist Ben […]
Words in the Snow [A Filandón]
That overturned waste bin. The graffiti on the wall, like an indecipherable curse. Several cigarette butts in the earth around the tree. A folded newspaper on a park bench. A small ball floating on the pond. The stain of lip gloss on the rim of a cup. A child’s sock hanging from the fence. A bloodied glob of spit. The scar of tyre-marks on the tarmac. Dampness on the pillow. This story.
By Juan Pedro Aparicio, Luis Mateo DÃez, Jos é MarÃa Merino.