“END OF DAYS”: PSYCHOANALYSIS, ART & THE OCCULT

Malcolm McNeill

“END OF DAYS” is the last piece of artwork created for the Word/Image Novel AH POOK IS HERE by WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS and MALCOLM MC NEILL. It defines the moment when the ‘track’ finally ran out. There was no money to support the project; the term Graphic Novel did not exist, there was no…

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LOOK OUT HONEY ‘COS THEY’RE USING TECHNOLOGY: IGGY AND THE STOOGES @ CONVERGE. CREATE. SILICON VALLEY

By Heather Harris

They were the smart-alecks teasing quantum mechanics and particle physics into transistors and microchips who changed the world forever in their positronic conquest, rightly celebrated at C2SV. They were the rock band first detonating the niche into a million smithereens of hardcore, punk rock…

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TURNING THE WATER BLACK: CUTTING UP WITH GEOFFREY FARMER

By Edward S. Robinson

The exhibition catalogue to Geoffrey Farmer’s Let’s Make the Water Turn Black informs us that ‘echoing a 1968 composition by Frank Zappa of the same name… Let’s Make the Water Turn Black presents an improvised chronology of the six decades of the American musician’s life’ and that…

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THE TRUE STORY OF THE HIGHGATE VAMPIRE

By Charles Christian

A few days ago I received an invitation to join The Highgate Cemetery Vampire Appreciation Society on Facebook. This is an online forum for discussing one of the best-known cases of modern vampirism – or at least alleged vampirism – in the UK. Why did I get the invite? Because I’ve written about it before…

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THE INTERNET AND UNITING OBSCURE ARTISTS: HOW I BUILT PAINT YOUR TEETH

By David F. Hoenigman

In an April 2009 interview, Ian Svenonius asked Mike Watt (bassist of seminal 80’s hardcore punk band the Minutemen) if he thought the anger that fueled past countercultural youth movements stemmed from a lack of access to the kinds of information or art that young creative people needed in their lives…

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THE AMBIVALENT BODY: ON THE SHORT FILMS OF MONIKA K. ADLER

By Robert Smart

Historical violence haunts the short films of Monika K. Adler. The bodies of her female protagonists are carriers of traumatic memory. Even apparently consensual encounters carry this residue of past horrors. The contagion of mass violence, invading waves of fanatics inspired by the pure rage of true belief…

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ANDY WARHOL & KAREN BYSTEDT: THE OLD POP MASTER HAS NEW ART

By Phil Tarley

Karen Bystedt shot Andy Warhol thirty years ago. She was a young film student at NYU when Bystedt spotted Andy posing in a Barney’s Clothing ad and wanted to include him in a book of models she was photographing at the time.

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CHIMPANZEE SITTING POOLSIDE, PALM SPRINGS, CA

By Jim Herrington

In 2006 I came across a news item – the chimpanzee that portrayed Cheeta in all of the Johnny Weismuller-era Tarzan movies from the 1930s was turning 74 years old, and not only that, the article stated that he was the world’s oldest living non-human primate as verified by the Guinness Book…

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IGGY AND THE STOOGES AT THE QUEEN MARY, LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA: RAW AND REAL POWER

By Heather Harris

Global rock festival goers attend for the communality, their mutual collective experience of shared ambience and solidarities of musical tastes in seeing whatever A-list, world-class acts are touring that summer. American festival attendees go for specific favorite acts.

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THE TRIUMPH OF DEGENERATE ART

By Tom Garretson

On July 16, 1937, the German city of Munich gathered its citizens for a celebratory public festival of officially mandated, state-approved culture. Meticulously staged by the National Socialists (hereafter referred to simply as “Nazis”), the city’s Prinzregentenstrasse had been aligned with…

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DEATH IN PARIS: THE LAST (LIFTED) WORDS OF CARL WEISSNER

By Edward S. Robinson

On 24th January, 2012, I learned – via Facebook, where else? – of the death of Carl Weissner. The details were sketchy, and despite the fact I’d never met him, and had only had the briefest of email exchanges with him a year or two before, I couldn’t help but feel an immediate pang of loss.

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