Love. Sex. Desire. Obsession. Smell the flowers while you can. Truth. Freedom. Justice. Anarchy. Poetry of love. Fiction of desire. Politics of sex. Dope. Music. Outlaw. Jazz. Smell the flowers while you can. Push the envelope. Transgress the status quo. Meat. Blood. Memory. Smell the flowers while you can. Nothing is as it seems. Even the flowers. Read more
Urban sounds. Urban vibes. Urban verse. Urban tribes. Urban Graffiti. Songs of the city. Past and present. Old and new. The city keeps singing. Los Angeles. New York. San Francisco. Watts. Amsterdam. Auckland. London. Toronto. Read more
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
Transgression. Pushing boundaries. Territories. At times, obliterating them. Sarah de Leeuw — poet and human geographer — examines and explores the territory of human sexuality in her excerpt from ‘Geographies of a Lover‘ from NeWest Press. Tsaurah Litzky celebrates her own sensual transgressions in her excerpt from the memoir, ‘Flasher’ from Audible Books. Ron Kolm invites various Unbearables to recite poems from his new book of poetry, Divine Comedy, from Fly By Night Press at A Gathering of the Tribes Gallery. Max Blagg recites an except “Mugshot” from his novel, ‘101 Nights’, at The Gershwin Hotel.
Exceptionally lyrical, subjective, personal. Tracks of love, ecstasy, longing, sex, obsession, desire. Tracks seeking out language to describe the indescribable; also, the madness that accompanies each acceptance or denial of longing, obsession, desire; for each who wins, another must lose; the agony of grief, loss beyond consoling, but not beyond words. Good words. Bad words. Mean words. Transgressive words. Most of all — lyrical words. Passionate, rapturous, ecstatic, euphoric. Yes, love hurts. It’s the only fire we again and again allow ourselves to be burned by. Read more