Past that which we cannot contain symptomatic of the whole, a warbling note catches tempermental fire, the whole shooting match goes up beyond form, containing all, disdaining limits the mother’s immersion accompanied by ecstatic cries her many limbs raised from the sacred river her forehead crested with the jewel of understanding the bath of the … More Jazz Funeral of the Universal Form by Alex S. Johnson
Salvador hey my mind is melting did you hear the birds of sprung eternity? or was it all about the money Andre called you AVIDA DOLLARS but then a man has got to eat golden lobster and the urine of genius ain’t free unless your name is Salvador Dali good golly we built this city … More Song for Salvador Dali by Alex S. Johnson
Rustle of satin in vast empty halls the padding of slippered footfalls, Echoes of a hundred years.. pay to enter and face your fears in the house of a million tears. This place is haunted, so they say a historic aura that will always stay Ghosts of dwellers in this place Glide and remember old … More A Deathly Affair by Marian Finch
and then were voices some spoke of doom judgments reserved increasingly unclear what to do even if only to express helpless cynicism puzzlement dark mutterings symptomatic of a lost race are we all on the verge this is not rhetorical I really do wonder are we all on the verge it’s ok I awoke this … More L.V. Massacre by Alex S. Johnson
One or more awestruck cartoons toiled at the foundations making the new Boy Howdy icon of the classic milk cream at the top lasts and lasts through crisp waffle squares, strawberries I must be hungry so there you go.
the throb and shock of a million afterlives tramping the pavement traffic of legacies and legends that left scattered messages like leaves they drifted before and after and their tread, the big wheels pushing smaller heads along some just lost in enormous clothes but still–the nub of brain homo sapiens a persistent lot if we’ve … More a million afterlives/alex s. johnson
Lester Bangs was an early hero and inspiration for me. The Senior Editor of Creem magazine during its golden age in Michigan before it moved to L.A., after his death, Bangs was the son of a Jehovah’s Witness mother and drunken ex-con without religious orientation who perished in a house fire he started, dramatically exiting … More Lester Bangs Lives! Part One by Alex S. Johnson