Modern Americans

Mark Wallace and I are Thinking Again about "flark," pre- & post-, & those annoying hard-to-reach spaces in between ...

"I don't recognize myself in your management techniques."

Don't believe the rumors; this blog has not, repeat not, converted to a Kevin Killian fansite (yet). But this report on Art Basel 38 , ...

The story of The Hugs is kind of hateful. Pasty teen garage rockers post songs to MySpace, randomly catch ear of English A&R wizard beh...

I miss Chris Stroffolino . I miss the turretgun piano, the Costello-y smoker's rasp, the unstanchable mania for all things musical-triv...

For Joseph “Tune Out” Mosconi : 1) For five minutes in my early teens, I wanted to go to Annapolis. (Cured by a tour of the Air Force Academ...

"Then I opened the box with my pocketknife and looked at the books sitting there for a while. Then I looked at them a little more. Then...

Neo-Benshi, SF, 7/7/07 , FIN: Konrad Steiner ’s performance to a scene ( the scene) from “Minority Report” was a phenomenal blend of deep c...

More from the neo-benshi show in San Francisco on 7/7/07: Amanda Davidson transformed trash-Eighties period piece "Firestarer" i...

For poets used to reading to twenty other poets on a good night, facing the audience at a neo-benshi event can be a heady thing. Brandon Do...

“JUST PERFECT NOW” “ He is the poet of heartbreak, and the shadow figure enslaved by the more vigorous and together figures in his life, li...

The post that exists to push other posts down, mimicking history.

The country that agrees to stop being the theater of other people's pleasures.

The end of the fashion for hose comes ill to the hosier.

Silence is the pornography of the terrible.

Going to San Francisco this weekend for the event below. If you're in or around the Bay Area, hope to see you at ATA on Saturday. SATUR...

Just spotted this ad for Rolex. (It's a picture of international piano sensation Lang Lang with the tag line: "Some people create ...

"I print the poem and never hear about it again, until I find the book years after with a page dog-eared by some young man, or marked b...