Samurai Avenger
I’m on my break in the back by the service entrance when I see two men robbing a woman in the parking lot. I recognize her. For the last hour she sat alone at my grill top and polished off a shrimp & chicken combo special, two dry martinis and an Asahi Black. She is one of those half-pretty women who always seem slightly out of focus. Her fitted gray pinstripe suit makes her look corporate and malnourished.
Back in the parking lot one of the thugs holds a high-tech Beretta against her forehead. She’s on her knees, giving him a blowjob. When he comes he almost pulls the trigger.
By Jonathan Woods.
American Rimbaud: An interview with Steve Richmond
Ben: That’s my impression, of what your Gagaku’s mean, ‘cause they are short. They seem to come in a massive wave, sort of almost like having a stroke, they just come flying out with all this stuff, and you get it all down, almost the way…
Steve: That’s the way it used to be. Now it’s survival. I use it as a sort of last resort. When things really get… months will go by…I got the music right next to me, it’s like math, it works. It’s just, you know, time to write…usually lasts about 25 minutes. I don’t even submit ‘em anymore, unless somebody asks.
Ben Pleasants catches up with Meat Poet Steve Richmond.
Ron Asheton RIP
1948-2009.
Just Because
At a loose end in Soho tonight? Want to start the new year with booze and literature? Tuesday January 6th 7 – 8:30pm Upstairs at the Green Carnation, 5 Greek Street, Soho W1 John Hegley on poetry Dean Wilson, the second-best poet on Hull, on poetry Wilma Johnson reads from her fictional memoir, and fantastic […]