repair is the dream
of the broken thing


Andreas Gefeller, Untitled (Stadium), 2002

* From The Caribbean:

Hello, we'll be playing at Zebulon in Brooklyn this coming Friday, May 28th. Some of the songs will be off of our new record, Discontinued Perfume, which is coming out this fall on Hometapes. Others will be from other records. Regardless, hope you can be there if you live nearby. Or even if you don't. All of us have beards now, so it may be confusing, but we'll be patient with you. Zebulon is located at 258 Wythe Avenue. The show starts around 9pm and costs nothing.

Artistic Selfishness
--- by Charles Bukowski

what's genius?
I don't know
but I do know that
the difference between a madman adn a
professional is
that
a pro does as well as he can within what
he has set out to do
and a madman
does exceptionally well at what
he can't help
doing.

now I am looking
into this unshaded lightbulb
at 11:37 p.m. on a Monday night
thinking
tiny names
like
Van Gogh
Chatterton
Plath
Crane
Artaud

Chinaski.


Yes Yes
-- by Charles Bukowski

when God created love He didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.


Fuck Poem
--by Joyce Peseroff

The rooms live on.
When we finish, they continue,
the walls creating the same space,
holding the same air that held
our bodies when we
held our bodies,
preserving the scene
when we have abandoned it
for some novel sunset, some television,
dinner at a friend's.
The bed is forced into it.
The lamps compose themselves in darkness,
the turntable turns at 33-1/3 revolutions
per minute for hours
after we have forgotten the problem,
and I think it's amazing.