K-Town: Haints
I’m out here year round waiting for the killer. If you stay too long I’ll think it’s you.
Dead Drop: Special to the Corpse from the Anti-Oedipal Front
GRUNT FATHERS NO FATHERS
New Orleans: The Red Hours of Don Jose Torres-Tama
“Ay, papi, eres so kinky,” such a Cuban princess she played with snow and dolled lipstick rojo fuego engine red.
Varanasi, India (his)
Here life and death wear the same shari
Through which you can see the ribs of time
As through the bares of a cage.
Varanasi, India (hers)
Mixing up bodies and exchanging souls among them
At daytime playing death with ironical patience
At sunset to only start all over again
Bulgaria: Topolovgrad, July 2006
A radioactive cloud swept across Europe after the disaster in Ukraine. On April 25, 1986, ironically, while a new safety system was being installed, the core of Chernobyl’s nuclear reactor #4 exploded. Central and Eastern Europe received high amounts of radiation.
From the Border: A Corrido
De Monterrey a linares
salieron una manana
un grupo de federales
in Spanish by the composer
in English by Sal Salasin
Report from the Future: Brian's Girl
The Corpse has been receiving dispatches from the Future! Since we have no category for it, because we are, like Tristan Tzara, "against the future," we placed this dispatch in our Bureau sections, making the Future a place. Prepare for Brian's Girl! From Garrett Cook! She's coming!
The Library Beat
Strange doings in a Wisconsin library! Our reporter investigates.
New Orleans: Black and White, with Brown Water All Over
The summer before Katrina, New Orleans was spinning out of control in a boozy maelstrom of guns and drugs, murder and corruption. Flush with tourist dollars, the sweltering city felt overripe and frantic, like some blowzy hooker who, late into besotted middle-age, sinks to new depths because she hasn't got much longer to live. In July, after my gentle dog-groomer friend was shot to death in a demented crime of passion, I wanted to run onto Canal Street, hold up my hands, and scream STOP, NEW ORLEANS, JUST STOP.
New Orleans: A Drowning Theme
Den locations, krewe names, parade themes, even descriptions of co-workers have been withheld for the sake of Mardi Gras, and all that is sacred and pure.
New York: Conversations Over Stolen Food
Cotner and Fitch make it their business to overhear and transcribe accurately the conversations of their fellow New Yorkers. Recipee for madness or the birth of Nouveau Zen?