Oct/Nov 2013

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The Centaur's Blood
Pain may be likened to a kind of cell in which its victim has been sealed, a cell without dimensions; or else, its walls are the intensity of the pain itself, which may not be touched though it holds one fast.
Jascha Kessler


Gypsy Wind
If only I could just get away for a few days. Escape the city—escape the foul chemical air, the ozone that makes lungs freeze up, that no one seems to notice. Escape the flu and viruses, the ones that evolve, the ones that escape from animal testing labs.
Amanda Petrona


Tête-à-Tête with The Frog Prince: Conversations with Maurice Girodias
The publication of modern classics such as Samuel Beckett's Watt, Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita, J.P. Donleavy's The Ginger Man, William S. Burroughs's The Naked Lunch, as well as notable works by Jean Genet, Henry Miller, Lawrence Durrell, and Jean Cocteau, was made possible by the sale of a series of pseudonymously written sexually explicit novels with lubricious titles such as Chariot of Flesh, White Thighs, Sin for Breakfast, and There's a Whip in My Valise.
Gregory Stephenson


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