California native Chelsea Wolfe has returned, after her first album, The Grime and the Glow, to the aural world with Ἀποκάλυψις, pronounced “Apokalypsis.” …more

Two decades have elapsed since I first experienced D.A. Pennebaker’s vérité film Town Bloody Hall, and it’s a little over forty years since the spectacular 1971 ‘dialogue on women’s liberation’ that it records was staged. I had a VHS tape of it that I wore out and lost somewhere between the end of my teens in England and becoming a middle-aged writer in America. …more

I had the pleasure of making Jon Adams’ acquaintance several years ago when we met through our mutual friend Ryan Montbleau. Soon after, Jon moved from Boston to San Francisco, and we maintained our friendship via mail. I was happy to get a chance to talk to him on the phone so we could discuss the ten year anniversary of his Truth Serum comic, Hitler, terrorism, and suicide. …more

I grew up poor. Not too poor. My relatives in the Philippines would certainly not consider my youth as poor. But poor like I thought vacuum cleaners were luxury items. I used to sweep the carpet. …more

Outside my window in Chicago it is snowing. I am overlooking a back yard that looks like a New England forest. Pine trees and garden bridges, amber soil and dirty snow. Snow that only looks that way after a January rain. …more

When you send me an email, don’t think I don’t know what you’re really saying. …more

Since the early 1980’s, the 51 year old Scottish musician/writer/provocateur Nicholas Currie, better known as Momus, has been releasing music (his latest album, Hypnoprism, was his 18^th) to varying levels of critical and commercial success. Since the 1990’s, he has been blogging in various forms, most notably on his old LiveJournal called Click Opera, which Warren Ellis called “probably the best-written blog on the Anglophone web” and of which novelist Dennis Cooper said, “It doesn’t get any better than Click Opera.” …more

TERMITES
★★★★★ (1 out of 5)

Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing termites. …more

When my memoir went out of print, it was as if someone had thrown a stray puppy onto my doorstep. Dazed, mangy, with a tendency to pee on the rug, this orphaned book was something I couldn’t shoo away, or worse, put down, but also something I didn’t have any room for in my life. …more

1. If he is Catholic he will feel guilty.  If he is Protestant he will feel guilty for not feeling guilty.  If he is Jewish he will call his mother from bed. …more

In 1997 I arrived in Geneva to work for a year at the headquarters of a relief organization. Feeling overwhelmed by my job and lonely in a city of overworked expats passing through for two to three year stints at the United Nations or other organizations with the rather nebulous goal of “changing the world,” I made friends with a group of women. …more

For an entire decade, between 1975 and 1985, Brian Eno could do no wrong. In fact, even for the four or five years before 1975 he could do no wrong. …more

Because of flaws in my character that I am helpless to correct, I spent some minutes last week watching a clip on the BDM[1] of folks cheering the eventual Republican nominee for President, Willard Mitt Romney. Romney had just won another primary. The crowd began chanting Mitt! Mitt! Mitt! …more

Ode to the Painter Ross Watson

Don’t imagine me as the woman
        who you replicated
                from the Vermeer …more