Seven stories and seven essays comprise Firans fourth prose collection in English.
Second Acts is a novel about time travel, a hermaphrodite Native American guide named Bunny who invents therapy, the worlds most beautiful labia, and the 19th century version of Oprah. Somebody, please make this movie!
Plantengas work has always explored the permeable boundary between illumination and inebriation, and what treasures and treacheries are found there.
As I began composing this review, I typed the word language incorrectly as linguate: tongue-shaped. According to the glossary of orchid termsa lexicon based on the taxonomic works of Linnaeus, which I found, of course, onlinethe word refers to the shape of certain orchids.
Imagine a novel, written as a series of vignettes, where thirty-three characters come to life over the course of sixteen chapters. Not so out of the ordinary? It’s only eighty-five pages long.
The problem with poetry these days isnt the literary magazines run by pharmaceutical industry businessmen, or the grants granted by pharmaceutical industry heiresses, or even the grant-granting bodies composed of pharmo-conservo-politicos (and heiresses). And its not all the writing about writing, either, or even the writing about the writing about the writing (which, okay, can get annoying).
Theres a strange magic about the years of toil, heartbreak, and humiliationbut only when you can look back on it all from higher ground.
I once received a book of poetry from a fan in Prague after a concert. The book was written by the Czech poet Vˇera Chase A few years later, I was searching for inspiration for my new music, and I found her poem Elida. I was inspired by the provocative and somewhat erotic nature of the poem. Also, I feel there is some humor in the lyrics, which I always like:
Becca Stevens is perhaps best known as the vocalist for Travis Sullivans Björkestra, the eighteen-piece jazz ensemble dedicated to exploring the work of the well-known Icelandic swan shamaness. And while the voice of Björk can be heard hovering in the background of Stevens first CD, Tea Bye Sea (with her band Colin Killalea, Liam Robinson, Chris Tordini, and Tommy Crane), various other forces come together to create a very singular kind of bird.
Hugh Hefner had his reasons for not going pinkshowing pussyin Playboy.
Im the kind of person Bettye LaVette probably hates: another come-lately fan, brought around to her incredible voice and eclectic repertoire by last years Ive Got My Own Hell to Raise (Anti-, 2005).
I was about to take a bubble bath and wanted to find something good to listen to on commercial radio. Thats right: good on commercial radio.
Without a shred of ironywith, in fact, a sometimes embarrassing amount of sinceritythe band purveys an appealing hybrid canyon-rock/driving-with-the-radio-on sound.
And who was I? In the beginning, a eunuch among eunuchs—an academic. Distinguished Professor of Something-or-other (quite often I honestly couldn’t recall) with a complexion like Dresden after the war and a genius for meaningless language: The serial modes of organized mass aggregates capture the pure experience of modulated discourse and flow it through tropes of self-imposed identity structures, the result being the unhinging of secure disciplinary backing and a releasing of the unbounded potential of linguistic form as disruptive and excessive pleasure.
Sharon Mesmer's most recent poetry collection is Greetings From My Girlie Leisure Place (Bloof Books, 2015).
Thank you for asking me to submit to your magazine,/Dead Fluffy Coyote