This excerpt is from a short novel, “Dudeboy,” included in The Life & Times of Steve Orth, a collection of fiction and poetry forthcoming in October 2020 from Dogpark Collective. Chapter 1 I’m at my apartment and I’m just chilling … Continue reading “from “Dudeboy””
In Germany, you can see trashy signs all over that summarize the commodity fetish with such acuity that describing them feels indulgent and derivative. I could never come up with anything so apt so who am I to try and … Continue reading “Ova und Mehr”
Society for Sick Societies is a diagnostic project. Built as a series of episodes, each one of its vignettes sets out to analyze an expressed symptom of a sick society–a practice, pattern, gesture, proverb, or technique that seems to encapsulate … Continue reading “Society for Sick Societies: Brazil’s Necropolitical Melodrama”
Follow Me trauma’d palm trees listening with the crawl space rat’s path toward ashes sniffing the home depot stones & methane drains to contain our watery sex & shit from flooding vice against the vined wire bordering where our pending … Continue reading “Three Poems”
Anthropocene The end of the world is so basic. Oh hey there’s Eugene. Hey Eugene! Recently she’s obsessed with death, she says. One death she studies is in manuscript template: Crowbar belle lettrist in a suite of marjoram. I’m sorry … Continue reading “Three Poems”
At the beginning of the crisis, we decided we wanted to create records of daily life and its ephemera. The following selection of entries documents the indoor crisis of March into mid-May in the merged and anonymized diaries of three … Continue reading “COVID Diary”
Pindar carving horses out of instituted soap “Storm-swift” horses clocking rhomboid contour into the afterworld— song’s demi-glaze encasing moneyed sky, custard blush. Heracles made pillars being tubes that siphoned cash all the way into the … Continue reading “Nemean 1 the Starrrrrrs are out”
The funeral parlor, body on slab, is the archetype of more than one branch of transsexual horror. Frankenstein is probably the most immediate resonance: a corpse, laid out prone, then meddled with by a deranged doctor, rises from the plinth … Continue reading “Blood Pink”
We opened our exchange at the beginning of May–almost two months after New York has issued a shelter in place order. We end just before the 4th of July (or “the 4th you lie” as it’s known in some Black … Continue reading “Letters”
“We step into another world when the smiling face of Miss. Savage welcomes us into her sanctuary of industry and dreams …….. !” In 1934, Linden LaRue Perrine wrote a report of a visit to the basement studio of the … Continue reading “Augusta Savage’s Invitation to Study”
Society for Sick Societies is a diagnostic project. Built as a series of episodes, each one of its vignettes sets out to analyze an expressed symptom of a sick society–a practice, pattern, gesture, proverb, or technique that seems to encapsulate … Continue reading “Society for Sick Societies: Domestic Inspectors”
Every day for the past two years, I have heard horses ride down the road outside my flat. There are always two of them, and they always take the same route, down the hill and round the corner before their … Continue reading “Horses and History”
today was the day we were going to make it all the way over to there before we knew it— “they should’ve done it differently” “it was never there in the first place” … Continue reading “Poem”
1. Is the rectum a shopping mall: where the old grave was overhauled and gentrified from the bottomless pit of time & the boundless boundaries of pleasures into the automated bright lights at the parking lots eating alive your Amex … Continue reading “Is the Rectum a Shopping Mall?”
Nothing about Tomorrow How will it be different in the future? It probably won’t. Is there a future? There are the limits of the body: age / illness / something else not said out loud. For example, yesterday I couldn’t … Continue reading “Four Poems”
