A Superintendent’s Eyes by Steve Dalachinsky — review by Mark McCawley

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A Superintendent’s Eyes

by Steve Dalachinsky


review by Mark McCawley

A Superintendent's EyesA Superintendent’s Eyes
by Steve Dalachinsky (Author), Arthur Kaye (Illustrator)
Revised and Expanded Second Edition
Unbearable Books/Autonomedia (July 8, 2013)
ISBN-10: 1570272727
ISBN-13: 978-1570272721
$13.61 US pbk | $11.33 CDN pbk | £10.99 UK pbk
180 pages, 5″ x 7.25″, Poetry
photographs by Arthur Kaye

“you fine poets who live among universities
you glorious academicians
can you see civilization in your own backyards
in the ethnic eyes of the shopkeeper
buried in one neighborhood forever
dryly breathing
under a petrified cross?

the years have changed
but the times have not.”

~Steve Dalachinsky, A Superintendent’s Eyes #1, “from the basement of the academy”, p.13
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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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Michael Alan and Michael Kronenberg present: The Living Situation

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Michael Alan

and Michael Kronenberg


The Living Situation

(living installation, draw-a-thon)

on Saturday

May 30th, 2015

Brooklyn, New York

at 6:00pm

The Living Situation
In an abandoned apartment in the middle of Clinton hill, Brooklyn (Hell’s kitchen) lives seven naked New Yorkers. Living. Eating. Sleeping. Showering. Cooking. Fucking. Destroying. Come watch, draw, listen, zone out for a 7 hour live happening like no other demented Michael Alan show. Enter into the rear window and watch as they act out the most surreal acts you have ever seen. Ticket only event. Saturday, May 30th, 2015, 6pm on. Click on to order tickets. Address will be sent to ticket holders via email. Read more

Steve Dalachinsky — in conversation with Mark McCawley

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Steve Dalachinsky

in conversation with

Mark McCawley


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An Art Show Mating Call by Michael Pool

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An Art Show Mating Call

by Michael Pool


 Copyright © 2015 Steve Rainwater

Copyright © 2015 Steve Rainwater


Kate was standing in the center of the gallery discussing the finer points of one of her most experimental pieces when Mandy interrupted her with a nervous look drawn across her face.
“Sorry to disturb you guys, but I need to borrow Kate,” Mandy said through her teeth. Most of the time such an abrupt interruption would have annoyed Kate to her core, but the disturbed look on Mandy’s face had her begging all the necessary pardons and following her friend and yoga instructor past the free-form statues and swirling canvases into the back room of the gallery, where they could speak in private.
“So what’s up?” Kate asked when they arrived, unable to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“You need to read this—but try to remain calm and centered if you can.” Mandy slipped Kate a small, white slip of paper.
“Calm and cent—“ Kate started to say, but her mouth fell open as she read the first line of the letter, which had been Xeroxed from a handwritten original. “Oh no… oh god…” she mumbled as she read. “This can’t….”
“Ok, ok,” Mandy said, failing to hide the panic in her own voice. “It’s not that bad. People know what a creep he is, ok? And even if they don’t, this isn’t exactly a normal thing to do. Kate, look at me—it’s fine.”

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