EXTRA! The faithful Back In Church!

The news from Greece is bad, but when a poet is present, the news takes on the colors of forever.

I just learned that my dear friend and mentor, the poet Anselm Hollo died on January 29, 2013. He’d been ill for nearly a year.

We don't toot our own horn, we let you do it.

Urmuz is considered the daddy of Absurdism, pre-Tzara and pre-Ionesco. A bureaucrat, a drunk, and an ambulant performer in Bucharest, Urmuz initiated the modern literary revolution in the years before the First World War. I met Florentina Kostulias in London, on her way to Bucharest to uncover the traces of Urmuz. She found his death certificate and the police report of his untimely demise. Our conversation strayed naturally to the dogs of Bucharest, never far from the surface of the local mind, and some extraordinary pieces of dog literature by the great poet Tudor Arghezi were added by Florentina to the lore. The conversation is ongoing: the letters are posted below, from the earliest to the recent. Andrei Codrescu 

 

 

nota bene: we like Tom Clark's blog too, eds.

Steve Toth weighs in and makes plea for hamburger poem

Steve Toth weighs in and makes plea for hamburger poem. Not long after, the Actualist flame flares up again! We wll keep you updated under the assumption that ACTUALISM DOESN'T DIE, probably because it's actual. At some point, we might decide to kill it however (again!) because it might using Dave Morice as a means to make the Corpse its mouthpiece! Even actuality can be modified if the editor wants it to (see Plato). So then:

Morty Sklar on Dave Morice's Corpse history of Actualism

Anyone who manages to survive as long and wonderfully as George Whitman did, surely deserves more than a mere RIP when they pass on.

Dear A:

Andrei, you're so sweet, no wonder you are my oldest and most treasured friend.

Your words of empathy were like honeysuckle to a bee.  A bee displaced by global warming, confusedly expecting forsythia and lilacs to bloom in May, not get deluged by a blizzard!

Everyone is so busy lately, and so stressed, and freaked-out about the state of the country, the world and the planet that empathy has become another rare commodity.  And when you have one trauma after another, people feel burdened listening to it all.  Or, at least I felt that way telling them about illness after illness...