3:AM Top 5: Martin Ouvry
Martin Ouvry was born in west London, where he currently resides. After working as a musician in Europe and the US, he studied creative writing at the University of East Anglia and was awarded the UEA Alumni Association Prize for Fiction. He now teaches at UEA and is working on a novel with the help of an Arts Council grant. He was included in this year’s New Writing anthology and read at 3:AM’s 5th birthday bash. Martin is currently listening to: 1. “Party Drive” — East River Pipe 2. “Rockaway Beach” — The Ramones 3. “Waiting for the Sun” —
The Missing Links
An interview with Ex-Pistol Paul Cook. * Iain Sinclair talks to Londonist about publishing (among many other interesting things): “That’s essentially what they want: a photogenic 18 to 25 year old with possibly an interesting story in their past. Just a one book pitch that you can go right out on big time. And then they’re not really that interested in their second or third book. To some extent they’ve created a brand or a franchise, but it’s first book syndrome. It’s quite depressing for the kind of writers who grind away at it for years sort of honing their
Literary Meltdown
This year’s Meltdown Festival (11-26 June) in London is curated by Patti Smith (pictured). Apart from all the great music, there’ll also be lots of literary events: Peaceable Kingdom: War and the Innocent (Wednesday 15 June at 7.45pm, Queen Elizabeth Hall). This evening will be “dedicated to the misunderstood and feared populations of ‘foreign’ wars. With Tilda Swinton, Jon Lee Anderson, Joseph Strick (film) and Patti Smith. * Pages From Chaos (Thursday 16 June at 7.45pm, Queen Elizabeth Hall). This event will be dedicated to William S. Burroughs. Readings by Alan Moore and Iain Sinclair (pictured), performances by Marc Ribot
Yeah I Fucked You
Should I be a madonna or a whore? I wondered as I rode around Denver in the ice and storm with you, an American Icon Rock Star Poet Warrior of the People. But you had no such hang-ups as you pushed my head into your lap on Colfax Ave. Not wanting to be recognized you paid for a motel room under an alias. And as I sat on top I asked you who you really were even though I was really asking myself.
By Jeri Cain Rossi.
