Though it started as a print journal, Ramingo’s Porch recently brought its showcasing of outlaw poetry online. I’m pleased that three of my poems appeared on the Ramingo’s site today: “It’s a Lapdog Thing,” “Maggot Picnic,” and “Ass Dragging on the Main Line.” You can read them here.
The February issue of Ghost City Review was released today. It includes one of my poems, “Puppet Master in Polka Dots.” You can read it here.
This Friday, February 1, turntable ensemble Stylus will perform at a memorial concert honoring ensemble member Keith Sinzinger. The concert will include performances by Art & Amber (theremin duo), Hawkins & Mullinax, Liquid Friction Ensemble, and the trio Beau, Bev, DeJoe. The event will be held at Rhizome DC. Admission is $10 at the door, with proceeds going to sponsor a DIY electronic workshop scholarship in Keith’s name.
A mainstay of the DC experimental music scene, Keith Sinzinger was known for inventing strange musical instruments from found materials, circuit bending children’s musical toys, and collaborating with just about everyone else in the scene in different projects. In particular, he was an inaugral member of the Stylus ensemble, a group using Califone turntables and prepared LPs to create atonal musical works under the direction of Jim Adams. Keith’s passing last November caught us all by surprise, and his enthusiastic, supportive presence in the scene, as well as his creative music, will be missed.
For more info about the show, go to the Facebook event page here.
My new music video “No Eyes Remain” on YouTube depicts a far future where humans explore outer space as pure energy forms. The video text reads “no eyes remain to record the facts,” taken from my unpublished poem “Early Observatory,” part of my “Civilization’s Lost” series examining the fragility of human language, culture and civilization. The electronic soundtrack is Tone Ghosting’s “TGV.” Best played loud through speakers or headphones with a wide dynamic range. Click the link above to play the video.
The latest issue of online experimental literary journal Futures Trading #6.2 went live yesterday (Jan 6). Another one of those “who’s who” anthologies of the international avant lit underground, this number includes work from Mercedes Lawry, Sanjeev Sethi, Annie Blake, Kyle Hemmings, James Fowler, Stephen Middleton, Mark Young, Christopher Barnes, Joe Balaz, James Kincaid, Glenn Ingersoll, John Marvin, Patrick Theron Erickson, Joel Streicker, Simon Perchik, Donald E. Gasperson, and John Dorroh.
I’m pleased to say one of my poems from the Civilization’s Lost series also made the cut; it’s called “Deer Stone Magic,” revolving around the deer stone pillars of the Mongolian plains. You can read the piece (and the whole issue) here. Be sure to scroll all the way down for the Mad Hatter’s teacup!
Starbuck Leone holds forth with another gonch language message for the world.
Online literary journal Danse Macabre, “a magazine of the imaginative, the magical, the ethereal, the supernatural, the dark, the absurd, and the unknown,” released Issue 119 “Les Etrennes” today. The works of the authors you see above are joined by one of my Doom Pussy stories. A violent rant from a Kali-like figure at war with mankind, “Pussy Pulls the Trigger” should come with one of those NSFW warnings, as it is intended only for a mature audience with strong constitutions and a taste for extreme, transgressive literature. Anyway, you can read the full text here.
Online experimental poetry journal M58 published three of my Gonch poems today: “Nonclaganall Anlachan Clach Galachonag,” “Callanach an Lag Ongana,” and “Onla Onla Callanagan Hoggaach.” You can read them here.
These pieces were composed in “Gonch language” with an alphabet restricted to the letters in the nonsense phrase “all gonch.” With the current breakdown in the semantic values of (American) English, a need has arisen for a new language for future communications. Perhaps Gonch will be that language. Perhaps not.
Another Gonch language message from Starbuck Leone.
Starbuck Leone returns with a new Gonch message for the blogosphere. Mysterious untranslatable language of the feline overlords–or just another lame prank executed by a rather tedious domesticated ape? You decide.
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