• Scapes By Robert Solomon

    Life Sentences – Writers on Loving and Leaving New York

    “Goodbye to all that: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York” (Edited By Sari Botton) is a collection of New York City stories by writers, who all share the same love and disgust, the same passion cannot-live-without and dysfunctional abusive relationship with the city. Here are my favorite quotes from the book:   * * […]

  • Wislawa Szymborska

    “Could Have” By Wislawa Szymborska

      “It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Nearer. Farther off. It happened, but not to you. You were saved because you were the first. You were saved because you were the last. Alone. With others. On the right. The left. Because it was raining. Because of the shade. Because […]

  • Yaniv Druker V

    Photoetry – A Human Essay

      In October 2013, I featured a post on a photography exhibition of the phenomenally talented photographer, Yaniv Druker. Ever since, I’ve been following his work obsessively, only to find it growing as an incredibly thoughtful, intelligent and mindful one-of-a-kind art. Over the past year, I found that his photography offers me a world to […]

  • Ascension By Otha Davis III

    “John Coltrane” By Yannis Livadas

      (An improvisational composition while listening to Ascension) “Rapid-fire swan-songs, glowing trophies of sun with turned backs, vespers of heartless nights offering holy vows fixed on the curved shoulders of birds with a cursed voice that is us – beatitude pasted on luck, a heart-leaf wandering away many centuries for a fate that’s not enough […]

  • Yannis Livadas June 2014

    A Second Interview with the Poet Yannis Livadas

      In May, I had the privilege and honor to do an interview with the poet Yannis Livadas.  The following second interview focuses more on his work as a translator, and of jazz poetry.    KIKA What motivates you to do a translation of a piece? Is it a purely literary challenge or would you […]

  • The Second Coming By Lia Melia

    “What’s My Esthetic” By Pat Nolan

        “I brandish my esthetic like a dry stalk a beautiful dry stalk but a dry stalk all the same some of the pieces flake off and make it lose its appearance the regal simplicity becomes more simple what was isn’t now I’m content with that mysterious still is why not because I wanted […]

  • “The More Loving One” Read By W.H. Auden

      Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal […]

  • Dirty Old New York By Matt Weber

    “I Am New York City” By Jayne Cortez

      “I am new york city here is my brain of hot sauce my tobacco teeth my mattress of bedbug tongue legs apart hand on chin war on the roof insults pointed fingers pushcarts my contraceptives all   look at my pelvis blushing   I am new york city of blood police and fried pies […]

  • Scotch Glass By Alexandra Pennycook

    “The Escapade of Illusion” By Charles Bukowski

      “the end of grace, the end of matter. the eye in the bottom of the bottle is yours winking back. old voices, old songs become a snake which crawls away. men go mad for empty faces why not? what else is there for them to do? I too have done it. the eye in […]

  • Bukowski with Cat

    Steve Richmond on Bukowski

      A fine sunny clear morn, January 26, 1995, Thursday, about 11 A.M. and birds singing out there as they jerk beaks down to wild birdseed I’ve spilled from tea-cup purchased at Wednesday’s House Coffee House down on Main Street, just about 250 walking yards from this cave. Crisp, cool, and in toto clean outside. […]

  • The Boy By Jacek Graczyk

    “How Long” By Ron Padgett

      “How long do you want to go on being the person you think you are? How long, a city in China The nouns come toward you “Knee how,” they say To the cluster of synonyms also approaching… has that evening train been gone? How long, how long, baby, how long? Let me know if […]

  • Edward Dahlberg

    “Kansas City West Bottoms” By Edward Dahlberg

      “The nickelplate moon Is low over the wires Like a Queensboro Electric lamp. The lights along the street Are fragments of A shooting star.   The evening is a lonely wind In my bones And the sidewalks are Thick fog inside me. Down below The lanterns at the Railroad crossing Are blue on my […]

  • “Church Going” Read By Philip Larkin

      “Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God […]

  • Hands in Music 04 By Pier Raffaele Platania

    “Escaped” By Yannis Livadas

      “Every poet has his musician Even if he has returned from somewhere. Among four pencils I choose the ocean liner To write. To speak. The escaped. I have always a list. Solitude very early in the morning is not comparable To anything. Calmness falls and an echo of the heels of a woman Who […]

  • Movement Salon Window

    The Art of Fluidity – Movement Salon

      Fluidity (noun) 1. The quality or state of being fluid. 2. The ability of a substance to flow.   “If you look deeply into movement it is not straightforward. Nature is a labyrinth in which the very haste you move-in, will make you lose your way.” “Make haste slowly.” [Boris Mouravieff, Gnosis]   On […]

  • The Bell Tolls for Thee

    “Sapphic Fragments” By Kika Stayerman

      “Tracing your mouth with Sapphic fragments of my fingers You are only the length of my lashes away And you dare me not to kiss you So gentle, so familiar, you repair me with your lips Unfold me under your feathers Untended, unnamed, a dandelion apart   Your breath sew my eyelids shut And […]

  • Cool-embrace-II Dan Voinea

    “Trans-Siberian Prose and Little Jeanne from France” By Blaise Cendrars

        Back then, I was still so young I was only 16, yet I remembered nothing of my childhood I was 16,000 leagues from my hometown I was in Moscow, the city of one thousand and three bell towers and seven stations But, I hadn’t yet had my fill of those seven stations or […]

  • The Leaning Lamp By Simon Tupper

    “Internal Lights” By Yannis Livadas

      “This is the habit of writing a poem The night before Christmas Trapped for some times in the trap Of conclusion drinks his own blood With Dex Gordon a dirty chair And smoking butts – Alas to this emotional isolation He feels a little happy when he feels a little Dizzy a little happy […]

  • Playing the Blues 3 By Janel Eleftherakis

    “I’ve Got Something to Tell You” By Kika Stayerman

    “I’ve got something to tell you.   Red. Flying above the view Daily, demise, devoured As the blood pumping in my veins As your thousand lips As I find it hard to say Stop.     Blue. With a rope, the whole horizon Clouds ripped apart Silk in moonlight Your thousand hands Adding sins, dividing […]

  • Jayne Cortez Photo by John Sarsgard

    “How Long Has Trane Been Gone” By Jayne Cortez

          “Tell me about the good things you clappin’ & laughin’ will you remember or will you forget forget about the good things like Blues & Jazz being black Yeah black Music all about you And the musicians that write & play about you A black brother groanin’ A black sister moanin’ and […]

  • Fearless Falling By Sharon Yamamoto

    Create Dangerously By Albert Camus

      An Oriental wise man always used to ask the divinity in his prayers to be so kind as to spare him from living in an interesting era. As we are not wise, the divinity has not spared us and we are living in an interesting era. In any case, our era forces us to […]

  • The Dancer By Eleni Nikologlou

    “Jazz, I Say” By Yannis Livadas

      (to Lee Morgan)   It’s so subterranean the playing                 like a nightly fire on the remains of the empty street so hot                   and needed                         and                           ancient where all the street guys approach                their hands                       over it                 ’round and ’round                it’s the           tops –        it’s […]

  • Just Married By Erich Rauschenbach

    “Newlywed” By Jason Tandon

      “After the petals have settled between the emerald filaments of the field, after our pause on the macadam path to watch a horse touch its muzzle to a pond’s pewter sheen, after the horns have been polished and packed in velvet, after the dawn, when the windows ignite and we melt cubes of ice […]

  • Sweet Honey By Chico Sanchez

    “About My Poetry” By Nazim Hikmet

      “I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate – a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire! My honey is my everything. I guard my riches and my real-estate – my honey pot, I mean – from pests of […]

  • Red Cloud in Paris By Les Dessin d'Olivier

    “Say, 27,028 Days On This Earth” By Kika Stayerman

      “Say, 27,028 days on this earth, what have you learned? One day I came to meet you And when you painted, I saw everything. Haunted and haunting, truth and beauty For there stood your strong body As the map of scars and delicate bones, That gave way to the weight of the unlived lives. […]

  • Prizefight In Russia Burt Young

    Burt Young A Life

    I met Burt Young, the artist, in his flat in Port Washington. That part of him which is missing, emerges from his art. That which he fears, his art pacifies. That which stirs him is just in front of him, staring at him. With each morning punch, he becomes a fighter again; with each brushstroke, […]

  • Portrait of Blaise Cendrars By Jacques Chapiro

    “At the 5 Corners” By Blaise Cendrars

      “To dare and make some noise Everything is color movement explosion light Life flowers at the windows of the sun Which melts in my mouth I’m ripe And I fall translucent in the street You said it, buddy I don’t know how to open my eyes? Golden tongue Poetry in play.”   {Image: Portrait […]

  • Untitled (Woman Soho Square) 2014 By Giacomo Brunelli

    “When I Look at a Strawberry, I Think of a Tongue” By Édouard Levé

      When I was young, I thought Life: A User’s Manual would teach me how to live and Suicide: A User’s Manual how to die. I don’t really listen to what people tell me. I forget things I don’t like. I look down dead-end streets. The end of a trip leaves me with a sad […]

  • Gethsemane By Lia Melia

    Mystical Poems of Rumi #233

      “Come, how much is a kiss from that precious ruby? If a kiss is for a life, it is a duty to buy. Since the kiss is pure and not proper to earth, I will become a disengaged spirit, I will emerge from this body. The sea of purity said to me, “No aspiration […]

  • Anais Nin Henry Miller

    Henry Miller to Anais Nin

    Tuesday Night [June 7, 1932] Dear Anais – I love you madly, madly. I ran into Hugo during the intermission (I saw you come in, you know) and when Hugo spoke to me so gently, so kindly, and so innocently, I felt wretched. I hate this lying and deception when a person is so fair, […]

  • Paris Cafe By Louise Fahy

    “Before Laughter” By Yannis Livadas

      “Pain is there. The night sometimes turns out The dirt in the nails of the nightmare.   You are composed of loneliness. You gamble to the end. It is more than too late.   Things like these I was saying.   Now first of March I laugh With the poem I write. And say […]

  • Mill Wheel 2 By Fiona Mackenzie-Spence

    “The Mill” By Rumi

    A Note from Coleman Barks, a renowned poet and an interpreter of Rumi, Sufism, and other mystic poets of Persia: “The mill is one of Rumi’s images for the process whereby individual grains get crushed to make something less separate, more communally useful (bread). Thought (the river water) and the body (the millstone) are part […]

  • Gaze Gold By George Sampsonidis

    “Ask Me Not Why” By Lambon Salifu Muhammeed

      “Ask not why, in lot hours I have tied thee to my sight without a blink or turn. Truly, I blink not, for I feel thy beauty I will miss And not I turn, for I’m scared men will rob thee off me because of thy beauty. If thou again ask why I swing […]

  • Face By Rémi Jouandet

    “Amoraphobia” by Shaunna Harper

        “Your vowels pull reluctant lips into something shy, vague, like the shadow of a coy smile, linger like light across dark in dying eyes, the fierce final breath hitches in the throat somewhere between tension and laughter, the ecstasy that comes after, fills spaces in my bones that you used to dwell in […]

  • Jim Harrison

    “Broom” By Jim Harrison

      “To remember you’re alive visit the cemetery of your father at noon after you’ve made love and are still wrapped in a mammalian odor that you are forced to cherish. Under each stone is someone’s inevitable surprise, the unexpected death of their biology that struggled hard, as it must. Now to home without looking […]

  • Fluere By Stefano Giasone Da-Fré

    “Asylum” By Christopher Kondrich

      “I choose to love the dawn; it speaks in light. Long had its silence silenced me. I choose to love this table where I lie, the instruments that tell me what I am. Made of. I am made of things I love: the onlookers peering over, trying to find some what of them, maybe […]

  • Light Painting By Antonella Fabiani

    “Jetsam” By Nicole Steinberg

      “If you’re looking for useless try on extra skin. Take a lover who won’t let you look. Remove your bra and emerge: a French-kissed crustacean borne of deep-fried terror oceans, hot and foaming from the mandible down. A lover who won’t let you look but begs you to touch. When I grow up is […]

  • Leonard Cohen

    Leonard Cohen’s Advice For A Writer

      Everyone knows you are in pain. You cannot tell the audience everything you know about love in every line of love you speak. Step aside and they will know what you know because you know it already. You have nothing to teach them. You are not more beautiful than they are. You are not […]

  • Rodin

    “Love Handles” By Kika Stayerman

    “I address you tonight Like my senses Cadences falling about us Falling from grace And if the grace is mouthful If your mouth is full with me If me is full by your hands Parting. Part of me. Is alive now. Handle me with love I love how you handle me Love handling my love […]

  • Living to the Beat of Love

    “Words to Joe Ceravolo” By Ron Padgett

      “I think tonight I am beginning to understand some impulses That a friend of mine Joe Ceravolo seems to have been having And which others have certainly had Which makes no difference But which might make him seem terribly silly for a while And which if I’m right I’m beginning to feel myself About […]

  • Amalgamations- Sublimis By Daniel Kennedy

    “Wet” By Zeynep Uzunbay

      “Broken I kissed the rain became an exile to my heart   For loves that could not unfold I undressed layer by layer I made mad love became a wanderer to the alphabet   Where else my dream, where have I arrived at the flushed skin of feeling now I am wet even at […]

  • Blaise Cendrars on Boat

    “Baggage” By Blaise Cendrars

      “To think that people travel with tons of luggage Me I brought only my steamer trunk and already I find it’s too much I have too many things Here’s what’s in my trunk The manuscript of Moravagine that I should finish on board and in Santos mail back to Grasset The manuscript of Le […]

  • Ginsberg Allen

    Naomi Ginsberg’s Letter to Her Son

    “The key is in the window, the key is in the sunlight at the window — I have the key — Get married Allen don’t take drugs — the key is in the bars, in the sunlight in the window.” * * * Allen Ginsberg mother, Naomi, was a communist and a paranoid schizophrenic and […]

  • Therapy Couch llustration

    “A Question For Psychoanalyst Adam Phillips” By Kika Stayerman

      Mr. Phillips, What might I ask to which you will answer ‘That it’s more appropriate for a private conversation.’ to which I will ask ‘When can we have one?’ to which you will say ‘Stay after the event.’ And if I would ask that would you say that so I’ll stay?   {Image: Therapy […]

  • Mountain By Thomas Duffé

    “Ladies and Gentlemen In Outer Space” By Ron Padgett

      “Here is my philosophy: Everything changes (the word “everything” has just changed as the word “change” has: it now means “no change”) so quickly that it literally surpasses my belief, charges right past it like some of the giant ideas in this area. I had no beginning and I shall have no end: the […]

  • Closer By Edgar Invoker

    “The Desert of My Mind” By Sinclair Beiles

      “And so it happened that I reached the edges of the desert of my mind, and I decided to enter this desert. For many months I was thoughtless and speechless for there was nothing to describe. Nothing entered my mind. I tried to borrow the thoughts of others, and set them down on paper […]

  • Mel Chin Prison Bed

    “Andros Island” By Yannis Livadas

      “Like all the rooms I ran through The rooms I ran through. Now I am a hole into the night. The curtain of laziness. I think about some things with some Things. I have no reasons. Pilsner for the praises.   My hands constitute the sea, the funnels. In a sec a line for […]

  • Kolkata 01 By Abhijit Nandi

    “Waiting For The Lights To Go Green” Read By Subhankar Das

        “I live in a place where you can rent a baby by the hour and pinch their asses to make them howl as you approach the cars for alms stuck on the crossroads and waiting for the lights to go green. I live in a place where this poet calls up in the […]

  • Kenneth Rexroth Photo

    “Vitamins and Roughage” By Kenneth Rexroth

      “Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked, The daughters of California    Educate reluctant humanists; Drive into their skulls with tennis balls The unhappy realization That nature is still stronger than man. The special Hellenic privilege    Of the special intellect seeps out    At last in this irrigated soil. Sweat of athletes and juice of lovers Are […]

  • Amy Hempel

    “The Harvest” By Amy Hempel

    The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me. The man was not hurt when the other car hit ours. The man I had known for one week held me in the street in a way that meant I couldn’t see my legs. I remember […]

  • The Matrix of Relations By Johnny Shahnazarian

    “Currency” By Elisa Albert

    1. Maybe you’ll be an actress. Maybe you’ll do stand up. Maybe you’ll suck dick for money. Maybe you’ll wear intense glasses and make dramatic proclamations into a swank office telephone. Maybe you’ll meet your married lover for a drink on a rainy night wearing nothing under a coat. Maybe you’ll make art in an […]

  • Witold Gombrowicz

    Life Sentences: “Thursday: Me” By Witold Gombrowicz

    “Should I tell or not? A year ago, more or less, the following happened to me. I stopped in a cafe on Callao Street to use the bathroom … All kinds of drawings and scribblings were on the walls. Yet the unconscious urge would never have assailed me, like a poisonous dart, if I hadn’t […]

  • Collection Copenhagen By Lars Pryds

    “Because I Am The Size Of What I See” By Mark Sargent

      “I am driven to write letters that no one will show their spouse, mad recounting of lurid outdoor coupling, orifice after orifice filled to capacity with human stuff and the juice, a torrent, tsunami of life lubricant keeping ecstatic the friction.   Never mind what happened, who entered where & who, what tongue reached […]

  • Issues By Ryan Jorgensen

    “A Poem I Once Wrote” By Yannis Livadas

      “The Fontaine Medicis does not express the Medici, but a truth that the Press hides systematically. Sitting in the bistro I’ve already trusted an advantage that I noticed over the foreheads of the meditations; We stole poetry from god to retire in nirvana we stole poetry from god to die on the cross. We […]

  • Robert Hedin

    “Basic Math” By Robert Hedin

      “72 beats a minute. 4,320 an hour. That’s 103,680 a day, or 37,843,200 a year. Now subtract for the cigarettes, the bourbon, the sleepless nights, the lost weekend in the Poconos. That leaves 567,600,000 taps until the clouds part, the dust bows down, until the little black train comes to take me away, O […]

  • Manhattan Stands Above Me By Nicholas Hill

    “Amor Fati” By Kika Stayerman

      The illusion of gin The deceiving tonic As the 21st century is screaming around me A more beautiful world I’ve known begins to fade People aren’t nice to each other Eye contact is a distinguished manner Poetry, literature and being human are but a vintage accessory in an inconceivably expensive life hood   The […]

  • Behind The Green Door By Roger Hilleboe

    “The Great Fetishes” By Blaise Cendrars

      I A hardwood sheathing Two embryonic arms The man tears his belly And worships his risen member   II Who are your threatening As you go off Fists on hips Barely in control almost fat   III Wood knot Head shaped like an acorn Hard and refractory Face stripped Young god sexless and shamelessly […]

  • Escape into reality (what does a painting thinks?) By Michal Trpak

    “The Desire to Paint” By Charles Baudelaire

      “Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire. I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveler must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I […]

  • Breast Harness By Burkhard Gorschel

    “Dangerous Life” By Blaise Cendrars

      “Today I am perhaps the happiest man in the world I have everything I don’t want And the only thing in life I do want is what every turn of the propeller brings me closer And maybe I will have lost everything when I get there.”     {Image: Breast Harness By Burkhard Gorschel}

  • Edita Gruberova

    “Queen of the Night” By Mozart Sung By Edita Gruberová

    Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen, Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her! Fühlt nicht durch dich Sarastro Todesschmerzen, so bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr. Verstoßen sei auf ewig, verlassen sei auf ewig, zertrümmert sei’n auf ewig alle Bande der Natur. wenn nicht durch dich Sarastro wird erblassen! Hört, hört, hört, Rachegötter, hört, der […]

  • Jazz in New Orleans By Ian Berry

    “Gone” By Anna Witiuk

      “In New Orleans, I watched a woman make love to her bass. She fingered the thick steel strings like the neck of someone going down on her. Ev’ry-good-boy-does- it-fine. Her unhinged jaws of escalating seizure. It was all a private apogee:             She moaned into             the mic, and a smile caught her             […]

  • Presencias By Juan Carlos Toro

    “Deep Song” By Federico Garcia Lorca

      You are gathered together tonight, in the salon of the Centro Artístico, to hear my humble, yet sincere words, and I wish them to be luminous and profound, so as to convince you of the marvelous artistic truth contained in primitive Andalusian song, that which is called deep song, cante jondo. The group of […]

  • Librarian By George Flay

    “Job Description of a Vestal Virgin” By Deborah Flanagan

      “The choosing ceremony is referred to as the Capture. Be perfect. Selection is freedom from physical and mental defects. Terms of service: 30 years of celibacy. Violators will be buried alive in Evil field. Control things by surrender. Duties include Keeper of the Hearth and Surrogate Housekeeper. Cultivate the sacred fire; under no circumstances […]

  • Craig Morgan Teicher

    “To an Editor Who Said I Repeat Myself and Tell Too Much” By Craig Morgan Teicher

      “The mouth works all its life to spit a vowel— some long sound with feeling fenced in by the sharp stops of a few right consonants, a howl and a pen to keep it tame, a calm din that won’t drown out the life it tries to say, but won’t deny, either, that hell […]

  • Machina #1 By Trevor C Davis

    “Letter” By Blaise Cendrars

      “You said to me if you write me Don’t just use the typewriter Add a line in your own hand A word a nothing oh a little something Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes   But my Remington is beautiful I really love it and the work goes well My writing is […]

  • Incubators By Alessio Ortu

    “Nepenthe” By Caki Wilkinson

      “Brain-wrecked and feckless, seeking fleet reprieve from gloom long glommed, eidetic, I declare I’m done with this old business limning loss. In lieu of what the greater mood behooves, I’ll chase the day with talk like rising tides, dependent clause upon dependent clause, until I’ve cleared my cache of effect, steered the gnosis out […]

  • Rebel By Katia Mangone

    “Free Dirt” By Henri Cole

      “My house is mine: the choice of menu, the radio and television, the unpolished floors, the rumpled sheets. It’s like being inside a rolltop desk. I have no maid who takes care of me. Sometimes, during breakfast, I speak French with a taxidermied wren. There is no debt between us. We listen to language […]

  • Blaise Cendrars Portrait

    “Newspaper” By Blaise Cendrars

      “Christ It’s been more than a year now since I stopped thinking about You Since I wrote my next to last poem “Easter” My life has changed a lot since But I’m still the same I’ve even wanted to become a painter Here are the pictures I’ve done and which hang on the walls […]

  • Moyra Daveys Baudelaire Grave

    “Ravaged By The Hand Of Beauty” By Yannis Livadas

        “As you can see clearly among These invisible flashes There’s no one except me and you here; Our angle is not symmetrical dear Charles.   The connection point is someone, a medium, Who holds the camera of the never-favorable;   I visited you without my big mustache, Just two days clean shaven, and […]

  • Francisco Seco

    “Guy Walks Into A Bar Car” By David Sedaris

    “In the golden age of American travel, the platforms of train stations were knee deep in what looked like fog. You see it all the time in black-and-white movies, these low-lying eddies of silver. I always thought it was steam from the engines, but now I wonder if it didn’t come from cigarettes. You could […]

  • Portrait of Charles Baudelaire By Franz Kupka

    “At One O’clock In The Morning” By Charles Baudelaire

    “Alone at last! Nothing is to be heard but the rattle of a few tardy and tired-out cabs. There will be silence now, if not repose, for several hours at least. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared—I shall not suffer except alone. At last it is permitted me to refresh myself […]

  • Czeslaw Milosz Krakow 1998

    “Annalena” By Czeslaw Milosz

    “It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it, it seemed to me divinely beautiful as if suffused with heavenly sweetness. I liked her velvet wetness, long voyages in the delta her legs. A striving upstream toward her beating heart […]

  • Blue Repose By Dave Martsolf

    “Blue Grace” By Philip Lamantia

      “Crashes thru air where Lady LSD hangs up all the floors of life for the last time Blue Grace leans on white slime Blue Grace weaves in & out of Lüneburg and ‘My Burial Vault’ undulates from first hour peyote turnon Diderot hand in hand with the Marquis de Sade wraps himself up in […]

  • Hollywood Beauty By Art Sommer

    Showrunners On Writing

      Notable Quotes: It’s a glamorous problem to have when the things you’re complaining about are the things you used to dream about. A healthy fear of failure helps, too. I have a lot of experience with failure, and I hate it. I don’t want it to, but it’s going to happen again — it’s […]

  • Lick It By Conrad Jones

    “My Tongue, My Enemy” By Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

      “Without you—blood in the mouth. I swallow, the Latin serifs scratch. My tongue, my brother. Decorated, perforated— metal ball rolls along the teeth like a perverse arrowhead. Tongue or Death. My tongue, my own carcass. My tongue, another friend whom I’ve betrayed. Shouldering guilt, the innocent start running. My tongue, my scream— scream of […]

  • Solitude III By Agustín Bilbao

    “Poetry” By Jayne Cortez

      “In fact poetry will not strike lightning through any convoy of chickens Today poems are like flags flying on liquor store roof poems are like baboons waiting to be fed by tourists & does it matter how many metaphors reach out to you when the sun goes down like a stuffed bird in tropical […]

  • Fishing Job By Partha Pal

    Charles Bukowski On The Nine To Five Job

    Charles Bukowski writes to publisher John Martin about his joy of escaping the Nine to Five job:   8-12-86 Hello John: Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that […]

  • The Bench of Catatonic Patients By Chiara Pedrotti

    Thomas Szasz On The Problematic Function Of Mental Illness In Society

      “According to the common-sense definition, mental health is the ability to play whatever the game of social living might consist of and to play it well. Conversely, to refuse to play, or to play badly, means that the person is mentally ill. The question may now be raised as to what are the differences, […]

  • Bipolar By Darren Coffield

    Sinclair Beiles On Mental Illness And Being Outcast

    In 1975 Sinclair Beiles gave an interview to Michael Butterworth, shortly after he had completed a lengthy in-patient treatment for mental disturbance at Bowden House. The conversation allowed Beiles to speak about his illness and treatment: “Conditions inside an asylum [being] ideal for a poet, because of the lack of personal responsibility living in the […]

  • Kelifus Cold Turkey Press

    “Kelifus” By Yannis Livadas

      “When I write I put time in its place.   If you find me asleep
 Shake me with all your soul. So by way of preface
 To this wonderful bit of luck I hover over the phenomenal And obvious evidence.   Life’s all the same
 Facing the other way
 Beyond most beings
 Its halo […]

  • Arcus Nullibi (2003)

    A Portrait of a Poet – An Interview with the Poet Yannis Livadas

    ‘Life always gives more than it takes.’   This is not a born in Greece, published that many poetry books, and translated that many books kind of interview introduction. This one is personal.   Four years ago I had a sleepless night and came across a video of a guy who recites the poem “Journal” […]

  • Door to Hell By Alan Philip Muller

    “Going to Hell: Instructions and Advice” By Deborah Flanagan

      “The way up and the way down are one and the same.” — Heraclitus Bless you — it’s too late. During the convulsion of the sneeze, demons seize their chance. Spy with your little eye; take skeleton keys for bait; fish in the stream with a ribbon for your ghost. Sup with the Devil […]

  • Christer Stroemholm

    Henry Miller on Women

      MILLER You know, we spent a lot of time always hanging around the cafes, like Le Dome and Le Select and so on. And often when we were broke, we would know when the boats were coming in with a load of tourists. And then there were always college girls, young American broads, coming […]

  • Lena By Dirk Wagemans

    “I Am Coming” By Yannis Livadas

      For Lena You are a miracle almost one meter and Seventy cm that refuses Any explanation A pose of emptiness that can not Be a picture on the paper That escapes You talk like the cry of a baby Who knows everything and gives a Warning The panorama of an unemployed hope That has […]

  • Another Mother By Jeff Randall Rosenfield

    “The Islands of Africa” By Philip Lamantia

      to Rimbaud “Two pages to a grape fable dangles the swan of samite blood shaping sand from thistle covered fog Over sacred lakes of fever (polished mouths of the vegetable frog rolling to my iron Venus) I drop the chiseled pear Standing in smoke filled valleys (great domains of wingless flight and the angel’s […]

  • Pesos and Whiskey By Wang Yugoslav

    “Antagonisticotis” By Yannis Livadas

      “I feel like the dust in the corners – The woven hairs on the floor Yours and mine. The syncope of the moment that Lassos a hunted life. It’s about a point of time Unknown to readers and critics. I’m trying to surpass it Writing with cigarettes Monk Lentils and whiskey.”   {Image: “Pesos […]

  • Magnolia Leaves By Catherine Cloran

    “At Lemmons” By C Day-Lewis

      “Above my table three magnolia flowers Utter their silent requiems. Through the window I see your elms In labour with the racking storm Giving it shape in April’s shifty airs. Up there sky boils from a brew of cloud To blue gleam, sunblast, then darkens again. No respite is allowed The watching eye, the […]

  • Diane di Prima By Jennifer Mondfrans

    Diane di Prima Reads Revolutionary Letter #49

          “Free Julian Beck Free Timothy Leary Free seven million starving in Pakistan Free all political prisoners Free Angela Davis Free Soledad brothers Free Martin Sobel Free Sacco & Vanzetti Free Big Bull Hayward Free Sitting Bull Free Crazy Horse Free all political prisoners Free Billy the Kid Free Jesse James Free all […]

  • Countdown By Isabelle Hugo

    “Bastard Elegies” By Yannis Livadas

      I. After so many manuscripts I like most my fat aunties Who say I’ m gentle Whatever passes through me passes through death My fat aunties are heralds Speak to unknown flowers who deepen Sonnets recall their music Fabulous eggs of existence break In the karmic antechamber mouth of the viper Into an anaesthetic […]

  • Red Damascus By Ali Dehghan

    “Damascus, What Are You Doing to Me?” By Nizar Qabbani

      1 My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus It rings out from the house of my mother and father In Sham. The geography of my body changes. The cells of my blood become green. My alphabet is green. In Sham. A new mouth emerges for my mouth A new voice emerges for my […]

  • Frederique Fanchette Beiles Gysin Burroughs Paris 1959

    Last Words From Sinclair Beiles

      “Let me utter my last words in a taxi cruising slowly Through the beautiful posies of neon signs. Let someone else die in my room on a turned mattress So it doesn’t show stains. Let him savor the smell of it. The smell of old lemons and let his last moments Be guillotined by […]

  • Haircut 1 By Erin Case

    Mystical Poems of Rumi #178

      “I am a painter, a picture-maker, every moment I fashion an idol, then before you I melt away all the idols, I raise up a hundred images and mingle them with spirit; when I see your image, I cast them in the fire. You are the vintner’s saki or the enemy of the sober, […]

  • Hiromi Ito

    “Nasty Morning” By Hiromi Ito

      “More than through skin, more than through sex Unease is something that becomes clear through language Something that makes me particular There were no accentual modulations in that language Surrounded by accentless speakers I couldn’t carry on a conversation I was illiterate too I abhorred written language Their accentless addresses frightened me Didn’t feel […]

  • La Grande Blue Yves Klein

    Life Sentences – “Coaching The Artist Within” By Eric Maisel

    DECIDING TO MATTER: Your ability to create is intimately connected to your intention to matter. If you don’t really think that you, your ideas, or your work matter, you won’t have the motivational juice to create.   If you found something deep in your heart to tell and told it well, that would be interesting. […]

  • Adrienne Rich

    “For This” By Adrienne Rich

      “If I’ve reached for your lines (I have) like letters from the dead that stir the nerves dowsed you for a springhead to water my thirst dug into my compost skeletons and petals you surely meant to catch the light: -at work in my wormeaten wormwood-raftered stateless underground have I a plea? If I’ve […]

  • Jayne Cortez

    “Push Back The Catastrophes” By Jayne Cortez

      “I don’t want a drought to feed on itself through the tattooed holes in my belly I don’t want a spectacular desert of charred stems & rabbit hairs in my throat of accumulated matter I don t want to burn and cut through the forest like a greedy mercenary drilling into sugar cane of […]

  • Turtle SA

    “Africa, You Got Me Crying” By Kika Stayerman

      “Africa You got me crying.   Brushing through the sides of Pretoria roads Smiling to your inhabitants. Here, I came that far To grace my eyes with your beauty   Botswana. Your animals are the most beautiful Of them all And your Mango is sweeter than honey Sitting on Ngoma porch I know That […]

  • California Beach

    Screenwriters – Here’s How to Write to Producers

    Dear Sir: I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly […]

  • Dead Poets Society

    Best Scenes – What Will Your Verse Be? From “Dead Poets Society”

      KEATING We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we […]

  • Neal Cassady with Anne Murphy

    Dear Jack – The Great Sex Letter

    March 7, 1947 Dear Jack: I am sitting in a bar on Market St. I’m drunk, well, not quite, but I soon will be. I am here for 2 reasons; I must wait 5 hours for the bus to Denver & lastly but, most importantly, I’m here (drinking) because, of course, because of a woman […]

“Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon” By Pablo Neruda

"Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark."

Scapes By Robert Solomon

Life Sentences – Writers on Loving and Leaving New York

“Goodbye to all that: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York” (Edited By Sari Botton) is a collection of New York City stories by writers, who all share the same love and disgust, the same passion cannot-live-without and dysfunctional abusive relationship with the city. Here are my favorite quotes from the book:   * * […]

Wislawa Szymborska

“Could Have” By Wislawa Szymborska

  “It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Nearer. Farther off. It happened, but not to you. You were saved because you were the first. You were saved because you were the last. Alone. With others. On the right. The left. Because it was raining. Because of the shade. Because […]

Yaniv Druker V

Photoetry – A Human Essay

  In October 2013, I featured a post on a photography exhibition of the phenomenally talented photographer, Yaniv Druker. Ever since, I’ve been following his work obsessively, only to find it growing as an incredibly thoughtful, intelligent and mindful one-of-a-kind art. Over the past year, I found that his photography offers me a world to […]

Ascension By Otha Davis III

“John Coltrane” By Yannis Livadas

  (An improvisational composition while listening to Ascension) “Rapid-fire swan-songs, glowing trophies of sun with turned backs, vespers of heartless nights offering holy vows fixed on the curved shoulders of birds with a cursed voice that is us – beatitude pasted on luck, a heart-leaf wandering away many centuries for a fate that’s not enough […]

Yannis Livadas June 2014

A Second Interview with the Poet Yannis Livadas

  In May, I had the privilege and honor to do an interview with the poet Yannis Livadas.  The following second interview focuses more on his work as a translator, and of jazz poetry.    KIKA What motivates you to do a translation of a piece? Is it a purely literary challenge or would you […]

The Second Coming By Lia Melia

“What’s My Esthetic” By Pat Nolan

    “I brandish my esthetic like a dry stalk a beautiful dry stalk but a dry stalk all the same some of the pieces flake off and make it lose its appearance the regal simplicity becomes more simple what was isn’t now I’m content with that mysterious still is why not because I wanted […]


W. H. Auden - The More Loving One by poetictouch

“The More Loving One” Read By W.H. Auden

  Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal […]

Dirty Old New York By Matt Weber

“I Am New York City” By Jayne Cortez

  “I am new york city here is my brain of hot sauce my tobacco teeth my mattress of bedbug tongue legs apart hand on chin war on the roof insults pointed fingers pushcarts my contraceptives all   look at my pelvis blushing   I am new york city of blood police and fried pies […]

Scotch Glass By Alexandra Pennycook

“The Escapade of Illusion” By Charles Bukowski

  “the end of grace, the end of matter. the eye in the bottom of the bottle is yours winking back. old voices, old songs become a snake which crawls away. men go mad for empty faces why not? what else is there for them to do? I too have done it. the eye in […]

Bukowski with Cat

Steve Richmond on Bukowski

  A fine sunny clear morn, January 26, 1995, Thursday, about 11 A.M. and birds singing out there as they jerk beaks down to wild birdseed I’ve spilled from tea-cup purchased at Wednesday’s House Coffee House down on Main Street, just about 250 walking yards from this cave. Crisp, cool, and in toto clean outside. […]

The Boy By Jacek Graczyk

“How Long” By Ron Padgett

  “How long do you want to go on being the person you think you are? How long, a city in China The nouns come toward you “Knee how,” they say To the cluster of synonyms also approaching… has that evening train been gone? How long, how long, baby, how long? Let me know if […]

Edward Dahlberg

“Kansas City West Bottoms” By Edward Dahlberg

  “The nickelplate moon Is low over the wires Like a Queensboro Electric lamp. The lights along the street Are fragments of A shooting star.   The evening is a lonely wind In my bones And the sidewalks are Thick fog inside me. Down below The lanterns at the Railroad crossing Are blue on my […]


Philip Larkin - Church Going by poetictouch

“Church Going” Read By Philip Larkin

  “Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God […]

Hands in Music 04 By Pier Raffaele Platania

“Escaped” By Yannis Livadas

  “Every poet has his musician Even if he has returned from somewhere. Among four pencils I choose the ocean liner To write. To speak. The escaped. I have always a list. Solitude very early in the morning is not comparable To anything. Calmness falls and an echo of the heels of a woman Who […]

Movement Salon Window

The Art of Fluidity – Movement Salon

  Fluidity (noun) 1. The quality or state of being fluid. 2. The ability of a substance to flow.   “If you look deeply into movement it is not straightforward. Nature is a labyrinth in which the very haste you move-in, will make you lose your way.” “Make haste slowly.” [Boris Mouravieff, Gnosis]   On […]

The Bell Tolls for Thee

“Sapphic Fragments” By Kika Stayerman

  “Tracing your mouth with Sapphic fragments of my fingers You are only the length of my lashes away And you dare me not to kiss you So gentle, so familiar, you repair me with your lips Unfold me under your feathers Untended, unnamed, a dandelion apart   Your breath sew my eyelids shut And […]

Cool-embrace-II Dan Voinea

“Trans-Siberian Prose and Little Jeanne from France” By Blaise Cendrars

    Back then, I was still so young I was only 16, yet I remembered nothing of my childhood I was 16,000 leagues from my hometown I was in Moscow, the city of one thousand and three bell towers and seven stations But, I hadn’t yet had my fill of those seven stations or […]

The Leaning Lamp By Simon Tupper

“Internal Lights” By Yannis Livadas

  “This is the habit of writing a poem The night before Christmas Trapped for some times in the trap Of conclusion drinks his own blood With Dex Gordon a dirty chair And smoking butts – Alas to this emotional isolation He feels a little happy when he feels a little Dizzy a little happy […]

Playing the Blues 3 By Janel Eleftherakis

“I’ve Got Something to Tell You” By Kika Stayerman

“I’ve got something to tell you.   Red. Flying above the view Daily, demise, devoured As the blood pumping in my veins As your thousand lips As I find it hard to say Stop.     Blue. With a rope, the whole horizon Clouds ripped apart Silk in moonlight Your thousand hands Adding sins, dividing […]

Jayne Cortez Photo by John Sarsgard

“How Long Has Trane Been Gone” By Jayne Cortez

      “Tell me about the good things you clappin’ & laughin’ will you remember or will you forget forget about the good things like Blues & Jazz being black Yeah black Music all about you And the musicians that write & play about you A black brother groanin’ A black sister moanin’ and […]

Fearless Falling By Sharon Yamamoto

Create Dangerously By Albert Camus

  An Oriental wise man always used to ask the divinity in his prayers to be so kind as to spare him from living in an interesting era. As we are not wise, the divinity has not spared us and we are living in an interesting era. In any case, our era forces us to […]

The Dancer By Eleni Nikologlou

“Jazz, I Say” By Yannis Livadas

  (to Lee Morgan)   It’s so subterranean the playing                 like a nightly fire on the remains of the empty street so hot                   and needed                         and                           ancient where all the street guys approach                their hands                       over it                 ’round and ’round                it’s the           tops –        it’s […]

Just Married By Erich Rauschenbach

“Newlywed” By Jason Tandon

  “After the petals have settled between the emerald filaments of the field, after our pause on the macadam path to watch a horse touch its muzzle to a pond’s pewter sheen, after the horns have been polished and packed in velvet, after the dawn, when the windows ignite and we melt cubes of ice […]

Sweet Honey By Chico Sanchez

“About My Poetry” By Nazim Hikmet

  “I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate – a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire! My honey is my everything. I guard my riches and my real-estate – my honey pot, I mean – from pests of […]

Red Cloud in Paris By Les Dessin d'Olivier

“Say, 27,028 Days On This Earth” By Kika Stayerman

  “Say, 27,028 days on this earth, what have you learned? One day I came to meet you And when you painted, I saw everything. Haunted and haunting, truth and beauty For there stood your strong body As the map of scars and delicate bones, That gave way to the weight of the unlived lives. […]

Prizefight In Russia Burt Young

Burt Young A Life

I met Burt Young, the artist, in his flat in Port Washington. That part of him which is missing, emerges from his art. That which he fears, his art pacifies. That which stirs him is just in front of him, staring at him. With each morning punch, he becomes a fighter again; with each brushstroke, […]

Portrait of Blaise Cendrars By Jacques Chapiro

“At the 5 Corners” By Blaise Cendrars

  “To dare and make some noise Everything is color movement explosion light Life flowers at the windows of the sun Which melts in my mouth I’m ripe And I fall translucent in the street You said it, buddy I don’t know how to open my eyes? Golden tongue Poetry in play.”   {Image: Portrait […]

Untitled (Woman Soho Square) 2014 By Giacomo Brunelli

“When I Look at a Strawberry, I Think of a Tongue” By Édouard Levé

  When I was young, I thought Life: A User’s Manual would teach me how to live and Suicide: A User’s Manual how to die. I don’t really listen to what people tell me. I forget things I don’t like. I look down dead-end streets. The end of a trip leaves me with a sad […]

Gethsemane By Lia Melia

Mystical Poems of Rumi #233

  “Come, how much is a kiss from that precious ruby? If a kiss is for a life, it is a duty to buy. Since the kiss is pure and not proper to earth, I will become a disengaged spirit, I will emerge from this body. The sea of purity said to me, “No aspiration […]

Anais Nin Henry Miller

Henry Miller to Anais Nin

Tuesday Night [June 7, 1932] Dear Anais – I love you madly, madly. I ran into Hugo during the intermission (I saw you come in, you know) and when Hugo spoke to me so gently, so kindly, and so innocently, I felt wretched. I hate this lying and deception when a person is so fair, […]

Paris Cafe By Louise Fahy

“Before Laughter” By Yannis Livadas

  “Pain is there. The night sometimes turns out The dirt in the nails of the nightmare.   You are composed of loneliness. You gamble to the end. It is more than too late.   Things like these I was saying.   Now first of March I laugh With the poem I write. And say […]

Mill Wheel 2 By Fiona Mackenzie-Spence

“The Mill” By Rumi

A Note from Coleman Barks, a renowned poet and an interpreter of Rumi, Sufism, and other mystic poets of Persia: “The mill is one of Rumi’s images for the process whereby individual grains get crushed to make something less separate, more communally useful (bread). Thought (the river water) and the body (the millstone) are part […]

Gaze Gold By George Sampsonidis

“Ask Me Not Why” By Lambon Salifu Muhammeed

  “Ask not why, in lot hours I have tied thee to my sight without a blink or turn. Truly, I blink not, for I feel thy beauty I will miss And not I turn, for I’m scared men will rob thee off me because of thy beauty. If thou again ask why I swing […]

Face By Rémi Jouandet

“Amoraphobia” by Shaunna Harper

    “Your vowels pull reluctant lips into something shy, vague, like the shadow of a coy smile, linger like light across dark in dying eyes, the fierce final breath hitches in the throat somewhere between tension and laughter, the ecstasy that comes after, fills spaces in my bones that you used to dwell in […]

Jim Harrison

“Broom” By Jim Harrison

  “To remember you’re alive visit the cemetery of your father at noon after you’ve made love and are still wrapped in a mammalian odor that you are forced to cherish. Under each stone is someone’s inevitable surprise, the unexpected death of their biology that struggled hard, as it must. Now to home without looking […]

Fluere By Stefano Giasone Da-Fré

“Asylum” By Christopher Kondrich

  “I choose to love the dawn; it speaks in light. Long had its silence silenced me. I choose to love this table where I lie, the instruments that tell me what I am. Made of. I am made of things I love: the onlookers peering over, trying to find some what of them, maybe […]

Light Painting By Antonella Fabiani

“Jetsam” By Nicole Steinberg

  “If you’re looking for useless try on extra skin. Take a lover who won’t let you look. Remove your bra and emerge: a French-kissed crustacean borne of deep-fried terror oceans, hot and foaming from the mandible down. A lover who won’t let you look but begs you to touch. When I grow up is […]

Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen’s Advice For A Writer

  Everyone knows you are in pain. You cannot tell the audience everything you know about love in every line of love you speak. Step aside and they will know what you know because you know it already. You have nothing to teach them. You are not more beautiful than they are. You are not […]

Rodin

“Love Handles” By Kika Stayerman

“I address you tonight Like my senses Cadences falling about us Falling from grace And if the grace is mouthful If your mouth is full with me If me is full by your hands Parting. Part of me. Is alive now. Handle me with love I love how you handle me Love handling my love […]

Living to the Beat of Love

“Words to Joe Ceravolo” By Ron Padgett

  “I think tonight I am beginning to understand some impulses That a friend of mine Joe Ceravolo seems to have been having And which others have certainly had Which makes no difference But which might make him seem terribly silly for a while And which if I’m right I’m beginning to feel myself About […]

Amalgamations- Sublimis By Daniel Kennedy

“Wet” By Zeynep Uzunbay

  “Broken I kissed the rain became an exile to my heart   For loves that could not unfold I undressed layer by layer I made mad love became a wanderer to the alphabet   Where else my dream, where have I arrived at the flushed skin of feeling now I am wet even at […]

Blaise Cendrars on Boat

“Baggage” By Blaise Cendrars

  “To think that people travel with tons of luggage Me I brought only my steamer trunk and already I find it’s too much I have too many things Here’s what’s in my trunk The manuscript of Moravagine that I should finish on board and in Santos mail back to Grasset The manuscript of Le […]

Ginsberg Allen

Naomi Ginsberg’s Letter to Her Son

“The key is in the window, the key is in the sunlight at the window — I have the key — Get married Allen don’t take drugs — the key is in the bars, in the sunlight in the window.” * * * Allen Ginsberg mother, Naomi, was a communist and a paranoid schizophrenic and […]

Therapy Couch llustration

“A Question For Psychoanalyst Adam Phillips” By Kika Stayerman

  Mr. Phillips, What might I ask to which you will answer ‘That it’s more appropriate for a private conversation.’ to which I will ask ‘When can we have one?’ to which you will say ‘Stay after the event.’ And if I would ask that would you say that so I’ll stay?   {Image: Therapy […]

Mountain By Thomas Duffé

“Ladies and Gentlemen In Outer Space” By Ron Padgett

  “Here is my philosophy: Everything changes (the word “everything” has just changed as the word “change” has: it now means “no change”) so quickly that it literally surpasses my belief, charges right past it like some of the giant ideas in this area. I had no beginning and I shall have no end: the […]

Closer By Edgar Invoker

“The Desert of My Mind” By Sinclair Beiles

  “And so it happened that I reached the edges of the desert of my mind, and I decided to enter this desert. For many months I was thoughtless and speechless for there was nothing to describe. Nothing entered my mind. I tried to borrow the thoughts of others, and set them down on paper […]

Mel Chin Prison Bed

“Andros Island” By Yannis Livadas

  “Like all the rooms I ran through The rooms I ran through. Now I am a hole into the night. The curtain of laziness. I think about some things with some Things. I have no reasons. Pilsner for the praises.   My hands constitute the sea, the funnels. In a sec a line for […]

Kolkata 01 By Abhijit Nandi

“Waiting For The Lights To Go Green” Read By Subhankar Das

    “I live in a place where you can rent a baby by the hour and pinch their asses to make them howl as you approach the cars for alms stuck on the crossroads and waiting for the lights to go green. I live in a place where this poet calls up in the […]

Kenneth Rexroth Photo

“Vitamins and Roughage” By Kenneth Rexroth

  “Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked, The daughters of California    Educate reluctant humanists; Drive into their skulls with tennis balls The unhappy realization That nature is still stronger than man. The special Hellenic privilege    Of the special intellect seeps out    At last in this irrigated soil. Sweat of athletes and juice of lovers Are […]

Amy Hempel

“The Harvest” By Amy Hempel

The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me. The man was not hurt when the other car hit ours. The man I had known for one week held me in the street in a way that meant I couldn’t see my legs. I remember […]

The Matrix of Relations By Johnny Shahnazarian

“Currency” By Elisa Albert

1. Maybe you’ll be an actress. Maybe you’ll do stand up. Maybe you’ll suck dick for money. Maybe you’ll wear intense glasses and make dramatic proclamations into a swank office telephone. Maybe you’ll meet your married lover for a drink on a rainy night wearing nothing under a coat. Maybe you’ll make art in an […]

Witold Gombrowicz

Life Sentences: “Thursday: Me” By Witold Gombrowicz

“Should I tell or not? A year ago, more or less, the following happened to me. I stopped in a cafe on Callao Street to use the bathroom … All kinds of drawings and scribblings were on the walls. Yet the unconscious urge would never have assailed me, like a poisonous dart, if I hadn’t […]

Collection Copenhagen By Lars Pryds

“Because I Am The Size Of What I See” By Mark Sargent

  “I am driven to write letters that no one will show their spouse, mad recounting of lurid outdoor coupling, orifice after orifice filled to capacity with human stuff and the juice, a torrent, tsunami of life lubricant keeping ecstatic the friction.   Never mind what happened, who entered where & who, what tongue reached […]

Issues By Ryan Jorgensen

“A Poem I Once Wrote” By Yannis Livadas

  “The Fontaine Medicis does not express the Medici, but a truth that the Press hides systematically. Sitting in the bistro I’ve already trusted an advantage that I noticed over the foreheads of the meditations; We stole poetry from god to retire in nirvana we stole poetry from god to die on the cross. We […]

Robert Hedin

“Basic Math” By Robert Hedin

  “72 beats a minute. 4,320 an hour. That’s 103,680 a day, or 37,843,200 a year. Now subtract for the cigarettes, the bourbon, the sleepless nights, the lost weekend in the Poconos. That leaves 567,600,000 taps until the clouds part, the dust bows down, until the little black train comes to take me away, O […]

Manhattan Stands Above Me By Nicholas Hill

“Amor Fati” By Kika Stayerman

  The illusion of gin The deceiving tonic As the 21st century is screaming around me A more beautiful world I’ve known begins to fade People aren’t nice to each other Eye contact is a distinguished manner Poetry, literature and being human are but a vintage accessory in an inconceivably expensive life hood   The […]

Behind The Green Door By Roger Hilleboe

“The Great Fetishes” By Blaise Cendrars

  I A hardwood sheathing Two embryonic arms The man tears his belly And worships his risen member   II Who are your threatening As you go off Fists on hips Barely in control almost fat   III Wood knot Head shaped like an acorn Hard and refractory Face stripped Young god sexless and shamelessly […]

Escape into reality (what does a painting thinks?) By Michal Trpak

“The Desire to Paint” By Charles Baudelaire

  “Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire. I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveler must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I […]

Breast Harness By Burkhard Gorschel

“Dangerous Life” By Blaise Cendrars

  “Today I am perhaps the happiest man in the world I have everything I don’t want And the only thing in life I do want is what every turn of the propeller brings me closer And maybe I will have lost everything when I get there.”     {Image: Breast Harness By Burkhard Gorschel}

Edita Gruberova

“Queen of the Night” By Mozart Sung By Edita Gruberová

Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen, Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her! Fühlt nicht durch dich Sarastro Todesschmerzen, so bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr. Verstoßen sei auf ewig, verlassen sei auf ewig, zertrümmert sei’n auf ewig alle Bande der Natur. wenn nicht durch dich Sarastro wird erblassen! Hört, hört, hört, Rachegötter, hört, der […]

Jazz in New Orleans By Ian Berry

“Gone” By Anna Witiuk

  “In New Orleans, I watched a woman make love to her bass. She fingered the thick steel strings like the neck of someone going down on her. Ev’ry-good-boy-does- it-fine. Her unhinged jaws of escalating seizure. It was all a private apogee:             She moaned into             the mic, and a smile caught her             […]

Presencias By Juan Carlos Toro

“Deep Song” By Federico Garcia Lorca

  You are gathered together tonight, in the salon of the Centro Artístico, to hear my humble, yet sincere words, and I wish them to be luminous and profound, so as to convince you of the marvelous artistic truth contained in primitive Andalusian song, that which is called deep song, cante jondo. The group of […]

Librarian By George Flay

“Job Description of a Vestal Virgin” By Deborah Flanagan

  “The choosing ceremony is referred to as the Capture. Be perfect. Selection is freedom from physical and mental defects. Terms of service: 30 years of celibacy. Violators will be buried alive in Evil field. Control things by surrender. Duties include Keeper of the Hearth and Surrogate Housekeeper. Cultivate the sacred fire; under no circumstances […]

Craig Morgan Teicher

“To an Editor Who Said I Repeat Myself and Tell Too Much” By Craig Morgan Teicher

  “The mouth works all its life to spit a vowel— some long sound with feeling fenced in by the sharp stops of a few right consonants, a howl and a pen to keep it tame, a calm din that won’t drown out the life it tries to say, but won’t deny, either, that hell […]

Machina #1 By Trevor C Davis

“Letter” By Blaise Cendrars

  “You said to me if you write me Don’t just use the typewriter Add a line in your own hand A word a nothing oh a little something Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes   But my Remington is beautiful I really love it and the work goes well My writing is […]

Incubators By Alessio Ortu

“Nepenthe” By Caki Wilkinson

  “Brain-wrecked and feckless, seeking fleet reprieve from gloom long glommed, eidetic, I declare I’m done with this old business limning loss. In lieu of what the greater mood behooves, I’ll chase the day with talk like rising tides, dependent clause upon dependent clause, until I’ve cleared my cache of effect, steered the gnosis out […]

Rebel By Katia Mangone

“Free Dirt” By Henri Cole

  “My house is mine: the choice of menu, the radio and television, the unpolished floors, the rumpled sheets. It’s like being inside a rolltop desk. I have no maid who takes care of me. Sometimes, during breakfast, I speak French with a taxidermied wren. There is no debt between us. We listen to language […]

Blaise Cendrars Portrait

“Newspaper” By Blaise Cendrars

  “Christ It’s been more than a year now since I stopped thinking about You Since I wrote my next to last poem “Easter” My life has changed a lot since But I’m still the same I’ve even wanted to become a painter Here are the pictures I’ve done and which hang on the walls […]

Moyra Daveys Baudelaire Grave

“Ravaged By The Hand Of Beauty” By Yannis Livadas

    “As you can see clearly among These invisible flashes There’s no one except me and you here; Our angle is not symmetrical dear Charles.   The connection point is someone, a medium, Who holds the camera of the never-favorable;   I visited you without my big mustache, Just two days clean shaven, and […]

Francisco Seco

“Guy Walks Into A Bar Car” By David Sedaris

“In the golden age of American travel, the platforms of train stations were knee deep in what looked like fog. You see it all the time in black-and-white movies, these low-lying eddies of silver. I always thought it was steam from the engines, but now I wonder if it didn’t come from cigarettes. You could […]

Portrait of Charles Baudelaire By Franz Kupka

“At One O’clock In The Morning” By Charles Baudelaire

“Alone at last! Nothing is to be heard but the rattle of a few tardy and tired-out cabs. There will be silence now, if not repose, for several hours at least. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared—I shall not suffer except alone. At last it is permitted me to refresh myself […]

Czeslaw Milosz Krakow 1998

“Annalena” By Czeslaw Milosz

“It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it, it seemed to me divinely beautiful as if suffused with heavenly sweetness. I liked her velvet wetness, long voyages in the delta her legs. A striving upstream toward her beating heart […]

Blue Repose By Dave Martsolf

“Blue Grace” By Philip Lamantia

  “Crashes thru air where Lady LSD hangs up all the floors of life for the last time Blue Grace leans on white slime Blue Grace weaves in & out of Lüneburg and ‘My Burial Vault’ undulates from first hour peyote turnon Diderot hand in hand with the Marquis de Sade wraps himself up in […]

Hollywood Beauty By Art Sommer

Showrunners On Writing

  Notable Quotes: It’s a glamorous problem to have when the things you’re complaining about are the things you used to dream about. A healthy fear of failure helps, too. I have a lot of experience with failure, and I hate it. I don’t want it to, but it’s going to happen again — it’s […]

Lick It By Conrad Jones

“My Tongue, My Enemy” By Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

  “Without you—blood in the mouth. I swallow, the Latin serifs scratch. My tongue, my brother. Decorated, perforated— metal ball rolls along the teeth like a perverse arrowhead. Tongue or Death. My tongue, my own carcass. My tongue, another friend whom I’ve betrayed. Shouldering guilt, the innocent start running. My tongue, my scream— scream of […]

Solitude III By Agustín Bilbao

“Poetry” By Jayne Cortez

  “In fact poetry will not strike lightning through any convoy of chickens Today poems are like flags flying on liquor store roof poems are like baboons waiting to be fed by tourists & does it matter how many metaphors reach out to you when the sun goes down like a stuffed bird in tropical […]

Fishing Job By Partha Pal

Charles Bukowski On The Nine To Five Job

Charles Bukowski writes to publisher John Martin about his joy of escaping the Nine to Five job:   8-12-86 Hello John: Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that […]

The Bench of Catatonic Patients By Chiara Pedrotti

Thomas Szasz On The Problematic Function Of Mental Illness In Society

  “According to the common-sense definition, mental health is the ability to play whatever the game of social living might consist of and to play it well. Conversely, to refuse to play, or to play badly, means that the person is mentally ill. The question may now be raised as to what are the differences, […]

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