Edgar Garcia is completing a PhD in American Literature at Yale University. His poems and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in The Antioch Review, Berkeley Poetry Review, Damn The Caesars, The Dirty Pond, Jacket2, MAKE: A Chicago Literary Magazine, Mandorla and Sous les Pavés. Boundary Loot, a chapbook, is forthcoming from Punch Press.
Milton “Bill” Cooper, when he is reckoned with at all, is usually reckoned with for his tell-all book, Behold A Pale Horse, in which he details 60 years of CIA/NSA coverup of the United States government’s contact with extraterrestrials. To what extent has the United States kept its contact with aliens a secret? According
As has been greatly fussed about, the Mayan long calendar is going to end sometime around winter solstice, 2012. This means of course that everything you love and hold dear is going to be made a piece of bean-rind stuck between the unflossed teeth of the celestial Jaguar. The Jaguar who is alone in
Gottfried Maurer’s three-volume tome was originally published by Nautilus-Verlag in the early 1990s, but it was revised to such an extent that by the time of the author’s death in late 2008, when no further revisions would be possible, a new edition was in order. The revised and re-translated Treatise of the Three Impossibilities,
In the summer of 1970, Dock Ellis, playing for the Pittsburgh Pirates, pitched a no-hitter under the influence of LSD. He had taken the doses after having misremembered his schedule, thinking it was an off day. On the field he was psyched–he later said that he “had a feeling of euphoria.” Tweet
Robert Crumb's latest and greatest project, finished after four years of research and A highly secretive undertaking at the drafting board, boogies its way from the bookshelf to the bedside with so much soul-shaking get-down you'd think Albert Ammons was trying to put you to sleep with the blues to back your prayers. Fusing
“Close the doors, you uninitiated,” begins the ancient commentary (Derveni papyrus) on a poem ascribed to Orfeus. Discovered in 1962, it is said to be Europe’s oldest manuscript. The fragments, as we see, begin with a deterrent. But what reader would stop there? The transgression itself–the walking through the doors–creates the room, the sense
Mi Revalueshanery Fren, Linton Kwesi Johnson‘s latest collection of dub-tongued, impossible-to-read-without-reading-aloud poems, draws from his forty year career, which began in London when he organized a Black Panther poetry workshop. From his earliest to most recent poems, words, which require the oral participation of the reader, are themselves participant in a revolutionary program–of giving
Navigation by celestial positioning has been as useful to seafarers as to poets. As a result of Peter Gizzi’s newest book of poems, The Outernationale, it is possible—perhaps necessary—to generalize further about the art of locating oneself by approximation of arcs of distance and nearness in relation to true places of heavenly bodies. For
