“Death is a good old farce which stops us taking life too seriously. It pardons us. This is why people want, at any cost, not to die, to be immortal, to be even more alive afterwards than before: so that they can remain serious. Death liberates us from that.” — Julien Torma in a letter […]
‘American Porn’ on Vinyl LP, with CD
Heathcote Williams has recorded his poems “Mr. President,” “The United States of Porn,” “Forbidden Fruit, or The Cybernetic Apple Core,” and “Snuff Films at the White House.” “In their uncompromising nakedness they are CT scans of history.” [from JH liner notes] “All his work is deeply political. I think it’s informed not only by violent […]
New from Cold Turkey Press: Remembering Pinter
Heathcote Williams’s memory piece about Harold Printer is intimate, probing, and dramatic. Candid yet loving, not out of mere affection but from deep understanding and acceptance, it is an honest portrait — not in the least hagiographic. Previously posted: Pinter’s ‘Art, Truth & Politics’ EmailFacebookTwitterReddit
William S. Burroughs: The Life, the Myth, the Influence
April 25, 2014 + Free and open to the public at The Graduate Center, CUNY, 365 Fifth Ave. (at 34th Street) in Manhattan.+ 10:00 a.m. “Editing Burroughs” — John Bennett and Geoffrey Smith+ 11:00 a.m. “Burroughs and Literary Magazines” — Jed Birmingham, Charles Plymell, and Jan Herman +2:00 p.m. “Biography and Photography” — Barry Miles […]
Fatty Easter: Christopher Hitchens Would Be Chortling
Words by Heathcote Williams. Montage and narration by Alan Cox. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit
They Made Rabelais Look Like a Church Picnic
Otto Petersen and George Dudley have died. The NYT has an obit for the ventriloquist, calling him “the Voice of Vulgarity.” But there is no separate obit for George, the foul-mouthed dummy who delivered all the tasteless lines that made audiences laugh or walk out. Margalit Fox, whose great lede I stole for my headline, […]
Hear That Clicking Sound? Listen to the ‘Cobalt Blues’
Words by Heathcote Williams. Narration and montage by Alan Cox.Click to listen.+In German folklore a kobold was a deadly sprite That inhabited mines and could live inside rock; Hunched and ugly it warned off human busybodies: It clicked, and it made an eerie, echoing knock. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit
Poet in ‘Orbit’: Sound & Sense Go ‘Round and ‘Round
Click to listen. by Hanne Lippard + Moonrise on Mars + Marsset on Sun + Sunset on Moon + Earthrise on Sun + Sunday at Noon + Sun sets at Dawn + Dawn dawns on Man + One man drowns + Man sits down + Gets nothing done + Dawn sits on Earth + Moonrise […]
Hans Walgenbach Has Art Yen for Cold Turkey
Cold Turkey Press is een legendarische Rotterdamse underground uitgeverij die van 1970 tot 1976 actief was. Gerard Bellaart, beeldende kunstenaar en initiatiefnemer, hervatte het fonds in 2006 met publicaties van oa Ira Cohen, William S. Burroughs, Heathcote Williams, Samuel Beckett, Sinclair Beiles, Jean Arp, Antonin Artaud, Kurt Schwitters, Ed Sanders, Ezra Pound en Gerard Bellaart […]
Words to Live By
Bruno Monsaingeon on Sviatoslav Richter The performing musicians with whom I have a real affinity, those who seem to me the truly important ones, are those who reach beyond the instrument they happen to play, who travel within themselves and do not just rely on the parameters of the instrument in order to express music. […]
Say It Ain’t So . . .
Last Bohemian Turns Out the Lights Clayton Patterson, Rebel and Photographer, Plans to Leave the Lower East Side for Europe EmailFacebookTwitterReddit
Francis Bacon (1561-1626) in Midtown Manhattan
A marvel known as “Library Walk” runs the length of two city blocks, memorializing the world’s great writers with 96 bronze reliefs set into the sidewalk on granite plaques. This is one of them. And here is Dylan Thomas’s plaque. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit
A Woman’s Point of View from a Tough-Guy Novelist
There was no chance to note Nelson Algren’s birthday two days ago because ArtsJournal was taken down by hacker bots. But now that we’re back, herewith a belated blogpost to celebration of a novelist who had a reputation as a tough guy but who wrote with deep sensitivity about women.
In a Light Mood: ‘No Severed Bodies or Bloody Stumps’
The front of this hallucinatory postcard, published by Cold Turkey Press in a limited edition of 36 copies, shows a collage by the late Norman Ogue Mustill. It is “Mustill in a light sorta mood, or so he thought,” I wrote Ben Schot, Cold Turkey’s distributor. “Light for him, anyway: no severed bodies or bloody […]
‘Eating the Rich and Famous, or Celebrity Roadkill’
“Experience declares that man is the only animal which devours his own kind; for I can apply no milder term to the governments of Europe, and to the general prey of the rich on the poor.” — Thomas Jefferson, from his letters Words by Heathcote Williams. Montage and narration by Alan Cox. “I have been […]
Every Lapdog Should Have His Day . . . in Court
It’s time for a citizen’s arrest … Words by Heathcote Williams. Music by Max Reinsch. Performance by Alan Cox. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit
‘America: How It Works’ by Heathcote Williams
The fierce dissidence of Williams’s polemical poetry is as radical as Shelley’s. “America: How It Works” bears witness to the monster within “the most dangerous country in world history.” Words by Heathcote Williams. Narration and montage by Alan Cox. The business of America is business, And it’s number one business is war. It uses Hollywood […]