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FOR MOJTABA MIRIMIRANI AS LATE BIKER OUTLAW
Excess gives life a sweet sting.
It’s that flash of speed that
gives shape to the concept of motion,
dissolves the inessential contentment
of stability and gives way to bliss.
Speeding down the road on your motorcycle
you felt good, you felt high. You had
the speed matched through eye and hand,
the power of the world between your knees.
Riding your bike was almost better
than riding a beer swilling, pot smoking woman
on pills, a woman with a wetness
that wouldn’t quit, a woman who could make
you scream oh yeah oh yeah just one more time.
When the wheels took over one night
it killed you, and it was a while
before we knew. Maybe if we’d had the time
to find the right woman
she could have brought you back.
You’d be here with us tonight, drinking up
and getting stoned, thumbing your nose at death.
From now on whenever I get drunk
and lose my step I’ll remember how
you once saved me from drowning.
It’ll help me regain my balance,
help me stay young, and in a world
full of people who’ve never considered
becoming criminals, help me move ahead,
howling all the way, into a thousand years of midnight.
José Padua’s poetry and fiction have appeared in Bomb, Salon.com, Exquisite Corpse, Another Chicago Magazine, Unbearables, Crimes of the Beats, Up is Up, but So Is Down: New York’s Downtown Literary Scene, 1974-1992, and many other journals and anthologies. He has also written features and reviews for NYPress, Washington City Paper, the Brooklyn Rail and the New York Times. He has read his work at the Lollapalooza Festival, CBGBs, the Knitting Factory, the Black Cat Club, the Public Theater, the Washington Project for the Arts, and many other venues. José also blogs at Shenandoah Breakdown with his life partner, poet Heather Davis, and at the blog, Kings of the Road, and for Salon.com. José Padua’s most recent collection of poetry is a chapbook, The Complete Failure of Everything (2008: The Apathy Press Poets, Baltimore).
Photograph by Jose Padua. Jose Padua is co-author of the blog Shenandoah Breakdown.
Taking my wife to her pre-natal appointment this morning
I wonder what it would be like if I weren’t me
but were Nick Cave instead.
“How are you today?” the doctor will ask my wife.
“Good,” my wife will say.
“And how are you?” the doctor will ask me
and I’ll say, “Doctor there’s death out on the plains,
and in the cities are men and women walking who are thinner than shadows,
their souls are lost like flies.” Read more
Andreas Maria Jacobs is an artist, writer and editor born in The Netherlands in 1956. Urbanity is a main motif for the transmedial art which he produces. AMJ defines “transmedial art as any art trying to escape the traditional boundaries normally applied to specific art fields such as painting, dance, performance and the like. For me the art genre I work in is best described by ‘painting’.”
AMJ confesses that inspiration for his work comes both from his own experiences and the world surrounding him:
“In the sense that the separation between ‘me’ and the ‘other’ is always a problematic one and I use my work as a means to investigate this problematic duality. Inspiring philosophers who influenced my works are among others Jacob Boehme (a Renaissance thinker and Shoemaker), Spinoza (Dutch Renaissance Freethinker), Vladimir Solovyov (Russian 19th century Mystic) and the whole bunch of modern philosophers ranging from Karl Marx and Oswald Spengler to Deleuze and Pierre Bourdieu.
I cannot make a distinction between my ‘head’ and my ‘life’, my ‘head’ is my ‘life’ and my ‘life’ is my ‘head’, so what’s in my head is also in my life and vice versa.”
‘My head is my life and my life is my head.’ ~ Interview with Suze Hupkes, Yeditepe University Instanbul / Hogeschool Utrecht
Amsterdam performance artist, Diva AnAmontAnA, performs as part of the Mighty Aphrodite Variety Show at The Comedy Theater Nes as vaudeville burlesque comes to Amsterdam. What makes Diva AnAmontAnA’s performance so intriguing is how she combines vaudeville burlesque with traditional elements of Japanese Noh theatre. The result is purely delicious!