The Long March by bart plantenga

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The Long March

by bart plantenga


The meditation of the trail: Walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don’t look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by. 

• Jack Kerouac

Don’t fall asleep on the Metro-North Train out of Grand Central late at night or you’ll end up somewhere you never in a million years thought you’d end up with the midnight hour approaching. If you’d been on that train, you could have heard me repeating the late-night mantra STAY AWAKE DON’T FALL ASLEEP … over and over and despite – or precisely BECAUSE of! – this mantra, and despite me imploring myself to stand up, go through your wallet, retie your shoe, make a list … I indeed conked out, clueless to the world and was only startled awake when a valise thudded against my seat, just as the signs flashed Ardsley-on-Hudson. I managed to gather whatever wits I had left and leapt out just as the doors began to squeeze shut in … uh… Tarrytown! Overshooting my destination, Dobbs Ferry, by about 5 or 6 miles to the south.

I’d gone to Manhattan to see the prog-grass band Girls on Grass, 2 Brooklyn women – and bassist friend Dave. Only something special can drag me out these days to the past-sell-by-date East Village to engage in that most consumerist of sidewalk dances: the shuffle-app-selfie-click-ice-cream-lick-dance. So only when: 1. my critical capacities tip below zero; or 2. when a friend is playing in a girl band at HiFi, which inhabits the ghostly space of the formerly renowned Brownie’s …

Girl on Grass in HiFi

And as I am about to tell you the rest of this tale, I again hear my partner’s voice of reason whispering sternly into my ear: Do not advertise your stupidity or drunkenness – not charming and not a career maker. Not her actual voice but the one my mind has filed on a mental mp3 under Disapproval/Admonish/Raised Eyebrows.

But I’m hardwired to tell stories like this because humility forges a crooked and poorly marked trail to nirvana, or some place like that. When I encounter an error of judgement nourished by alcohol [not too much, just the right measure I thought], it usually incites impetuous, flakey reactions on my part. Rather than wait for the next train down the track, I decided to walk home. By walking back I mean like walking 2 hours to atone. It’s like winding a tangle of yarn into a ball, a metaphor, you rightly notice, for my unraveled foibles. Yes, walk: It was 85∘with humidity at 120% – if that’s even possible. Whatever the numbers, it’s like walking the doggy paddle and the air is a swimming pool.

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Runaway Doors by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

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Runaway Doors

by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright


"Follow Me", Copyright © Jeffrey Cyphers Wright, 2015

“Follow Me”, Copyright © Jeffrey Cyphers Wright, 2015

Door scratched out of homemade sky.
Door made of pink tongues
Forever telling jokes
To a door of white ash.
Door of my skull etched
Into a door of candle wind.
Doors buried under moth dust.
Doors with no business being doors.
Doors without borders.
The war on doors.
A door without a country.
A door that’s in a jam.
Runaway doors
Swaggering through leftover heaven.
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Michael Alan Alien Invasion — State Of Grace: 13 Years of Happenings

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Michael Alan Alien Invasion

State Of Grace:

13 Years of Happenings

(feat. Tim Love Lee & Brave Souls)

at the

Tanja Grunert Gallery

33A Orchard St, New York, New York 10002

on August 8th, 2015

6pm to 1AM EST


On Saturday, August 8th from 6pm to 1am (EST) Michael Alan Alien Invasion presents “State Of Grace: 13 Years of Happenings” — a celebration of thirteen years of “living, live, love, community, fun, positivity, oddness” with a huge line up of models, cast, and team with music and wild SAFE times at the Tanja Grunert Gallery, 33a Orchard Street, NY NY. Read more

B-rain Folklore by Anla Courtis — review by Mark McCawley

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B-rain Folklore

by Anla Courtis


review by Mark McCawley

B-rain Folklore-coverArtist: Anla Courtis
Album: B-rain Folklore
Country: Tokyo, Japan
Genre: Experimental, Classical, Folk, World
Label: Yogoh Record
Release date: 21 Jan 2015

The very best experimental music should take the listener on an entirely new sonic journey with each new hearing and withstand repeated listening. Anla Courtis achieves both with the ten tracks which make up his 2015 release, B-rain Folklore. Virtuoso, multi-instrumentalist, Courtis performs all the instruments on B-rain Folklore — guitars, toba and homemade violin, erkencho (folk clarinet hornpipe), marimbas, mouth harp, flutes, plastic trumpets, flugelhorn, bombo legüero (drum), caja chayera, sikus (panpipes), bells, tapes, toy guitar, bau, objects & processing.
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The Other 23 & a Half Hours by Catherine Owen — review by Mark McCawley

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The Other 23 & a Half Hours

by Catherine Owen


review by Mark McCawley

Other_23_CoverThe Other 23 & a Half Hours:
Or Everything You Wanted to Know
that Your M.F.A. Didn’t Teach You
by Catherine Owen
Wolsak and Wynn Publishers Ltd. (May 20 2015)
ISBN-10: 1928088007
ISBN-13: 978-1928088004
$13.54 US pbk | $20.00 CDN pbk | £12.82 UK pbk
200 pages, 5.75″ x 8.5″, Criticism

Catherine Owen’s The Other 23 & a Half Hours is not a “how-to” write book. It is not an instruction manual. It is not a teaching text. It makes no promises and proffers no guarantees. What it does do, though, is combine Owen’s own personal experiences as a poet with the experiences, practices, and expertise of fifty-eight Canadian poets (and a host of other American and international writers) interviewed over the course of several years.
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