Ruins of a Dead Libertine
photo by Sam Kulla The Marquis de Sade at his castle in Lacoste, now owned by fashion magnate Pierre Cardin. Cardin would like to open the castle to the public but EU safety codes will not allow it so for now, whatever lies inside the dead libertine's opulent and ruined home remains a mystery. Read More Read More
Libertad: $1.65
entrevista con BUCK 65 por Kyle McAfee, traducido por Alina Benitez Gracco Hacer una carrera musical, no es nada fácil. Las adversidades del camino pueden llevarte a la desilusión, lo que conduce al desgano y consecuente abandono de la tarea. Si hay algún músico al borde de la renuncia, le aconsejaría que escuche un poco de Buck 65. Rich Terry (Buck 65) se dedicó a producir y trabajar como DJ por más de veinte años, y aún hace discos, así como también conduce su propio... Read More
Plain & Simple
poem by Wynne Renz with nocturnal photographs by Bernie Fanelli The girl was Plain Simple, In her one-word answers regarding the accusations Posed by the newscaster so pretty, must have been a contest queen About who went where, lodged what bullet The night they found the dog dead in the road, a hole through its tail Outside the liquor store, Where some unlucky (lucky if you ask whoever) Took the wad of cash, a couple of celebratory Jack Dan’s And filled the register with rocks. ... Read More
Freedom Costs a Buck 65
A Transcendental Survival Guide to Overstimulation by Kyle McAfee, Music Editor photo by Sam Kulla Making a career in music is an incredibly difficult task. Tribulation after tribulation can lead to disenchantment, which can lead to laziness or calling it quits. A musician on the edge of giving up should simply throw some Buck 65 in their music player. Rich Terfry (Buck 65) has been producing, mcing, and djing for twenty plus years and is still making records, as well as... Read More
PASOS Y LÁGRIMAS
por Jesse Cameron Alick, traducido por Alina Benitez Gracco Mi hermana no puede caminar. Tambaleo hasta mi puerta de entrada con las llaves en mano. Mi hermana no puede caminar. Mi amigo, parado detrás de mí, sabe que hay algo que no está bien. Mi hermana no puede caminar. Al fin entro al departamento y sin más, voy hacia mi cuarto y cierro la puerta. De repente -bueno, no tan de repente ya que esto venía desatándose desde hacía unos diez minutos, tal vez “rápidamente”... Read More
Control
by Jesse Cameron Alick My sister can’t walk. I fumble with the keys to my front door. My sister can’t walk. My eyes are getting blurry. My sister can’t walk. My roommate stands behind me, knowing something is wrong. My sister can’t walk. Finally I break into the apartment and without turning back I walk to my bedroom and shut the door. Then suddenly – not suddenly at all, this was building for the last 10 minutes, perhaps quickly is a better word... Read More
