The worlds like an endlessfour-dimensionalGame of Go. Riprap, Gary Snyder “All these people,” said Japhy, “they all got white-tiled toilets…
Gregory Corso loved Jack Kerouac and Jack loved Joan Haverty, his second wife, loved her at least for a month…
In The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s protagonist, Nick Carraway, describes Jay Gatsby as possessing a smile of the following…
Next year begins a new decade: the third decade in which this little literary journal has existed. The year will…
Ever since the hundredth anniversary of William S. Burroughs’ birth in 2014, there has been a glut of books about…
Jack Micheline died twenty-one years ago, but last week I received a copy of his new book, On Valencia Street:…
While his student at Naropa Institute in 1977, I heard the poet Gregory Corso drunkenly inform the entire class that…
…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be…
‘Sunflower Sutra’ Ginsberg’s ‘Sunflower Sutra’ bursts with a range of vivid imagery, connecting the pastoral with a landscape of urban…
The following is an excerpt from Jacob Rabinowitz’s new book, Blame it on Blake: a memoir of dead languages, gender…
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