9th Street Serenade
Walking, you are gilded, jubilant, but I am without the flirting, gleeful sleekness of similes. Your silence is not like the rude stumbles of wind through fields of lilac. You are quiet, but not like the lush, spiraling backbeat of a lover’s waltz, lovers who spin just to see who’ll let go first before the nightclub erupts into a gunfight. You’re the body which lays next to me, breathing. Sometimes, you smile and shyly turn away into your pillow.
By Corey Zeller.
ampere’s and
Today’s quick lit [& alt.cult] links from around the web: wood s lot‘s tribute to Raymond Federman & Tom McCarthy pens the monologue for Johan Grimonprez‘s film Double Take, based on “a story by Borges, where he meets his double” & “spoken by a voice actor imitating Hitchcock‘s voice, who you also see in the […]
Friday I’m in Love (or GG Allin Hails a Cab)
By Travis Jeppesen. First he got high enough to taste the ceiling. Poster announces live murder onstage. The city is a wild animal – voice of the police broadcast on shortwave frequency. Paranoia wears leopard-print pants. My friends address me as asshole. They told me I once belonged somewhere. So I let them follow me. […]