Transgressive, discursive. Sex, desire, obsession, addiction. Poems, fictions, letters. Dialogues, monologues. Secrets. Dreams. Something old, something new. More than just the usual literary fare. Urban, ironic, sarcastic, sardonic, sometimes caustic. Allegorical. These poets, dream-weavers, memoirists, fictioneers, songwriters, storytellers, seek out new, unique vernacular to tell their particular narratives. Authentic, visceral, subversive, insurgent, real. As with any good story, poem, memoir, song — only through repeated listening does the myriad levels of meaning present themselves. Read more
Hikari Kesho has always had a passion for the photography of bodies, particularly the female form, exploring what he called “body expression” when at the age of 18 he began his first serious and continuing explorations of photography by enrolling in a major photo club. Often his photographic research led him to interpret the body with the use of chains, ropes, even ivy, anything that could be used to “lock” the position of the subject in a desired position, to transform the subject “more charming, more beautiful graphically, yet certainly also the most erotic” to the eye. Read more
I can’t remember the quick way out of town anymore, and while we were stuck in traffic on North Capitol Street this morning, we saw this man standing at the entrance to this building, which is listed as the address of the Ida Mae Campbell Wellness & Resource Center. From behind the man looked like he was perhaps a businessman or even a doctor, but as we waited in traffic he remained at the door, and after a moment I could see that he was staring at a sign above the doorknob. When he turned around briefly, I could see he had a totally blank expression on his face, the look of someone who is far beyond just being lost. Then he turned back around to stare at the sign. Read more
Tell us about your first experience working at a book store where you worked with Patti Smith and Tom Verlaine?
In late 1969, after avoiding Vietnam by working as a community organizer in Appalachia, I moved to New York City, which I couldn’t afford, and remember, this was the era of hundred dollar a month rents. But I was going broke; nobody would hire me because I had been an activist – I was considered trouble – so I started selling off my library to the Strand bookstore. The Strand is now one of the biggest bookstores in the world; but the world was way smaller back then. The Strand seemed to make a point of hiring artists and musicians, and every time I took a couple of shopping bags full of my precious books by to sell, Fred, the owner would offer me a job. I finally caved and signed on. Patti Smith only worked there a short while; Linda, her sister, stayed much longer.
I really only have two vaguely interesting Patti Smith stories to tell. In the first one, she came up to me one day while I was shelving books and gave me a vinyl LP of James Joyce reading from Finnegan’s Wake. “Here,” she said, “I heard you liked this guy. Someone gave me this at my last reading and said I looked like him. I don’t get it, and I don’t want to. You can have it.” Then she walked away. I still have that Caedmon record in my collection. Read more
Flasher: A Memoir
by Tsaurah Litzky
Long Shot Productions (September 14, 2013)
Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
£3.98 UK, $ 6.31 CAN, $6.12 US
Flasher: A Memoir [Unabridged] [Audible Audio Edition]
by Tsaurah Litzky
Narrated by Dina Pearlman
Audible, Inc. (September 15, 2013)
£13.64 UK, $17.96 CAN, $17.46 US
Tsaurah Litzky’s erotic memoir, Flasher, is a transgressive tour de force — a journey of personal transformation, self-examination and sensual self-discovery. The story of a one-time hippie love pirate, slum goddess, Ruby Tuesday of the 1960s who mutates into a blossoming writer on the Lower East Side art scenes in the 1990′s. When Litzky meets a sculptor who designs fetish-wear at a New Years Day party, her life changes, becomes an intrinsic consideration of the values and costs of love, friendship, and sexual freedom, as well as the underlying importance of family — both real and inherited. Read more