Richard Aldington


“Plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes, Nunc…” Catullus. You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. Your… Read more »

The War Orphans

The War Orphans are another invention of composer/guitar player John Farley. The War Orphans play brutal experimental rock with a… Read more »

Gertrude Stein


A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS. A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a… Read more »

George Carlin


The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set… Read more »

Hunter S. Thompson


When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

Rainer Maria Rilke


They all have tired mouths And luminous, illimitable souls; And a longing (as if for sin) Trembles at times through… Read more »

Walt Whitman

To The States

To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning… Read more »

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man… Read more »

William Carlos Williams


And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn… Read more »

Edna St. Vincent Millay


To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the… Read more »

John Farley

That Devil’s Music

Satanic jazz artifacts Dug out of Hell’s Kitchen basements. A dank and spongy beat, Endless and incomplete Thuds out of… Read more »

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