Saturday, September 22, 2012
Posted by Kyle Hemmings at 7:45 PM
Friday, September 21, 2012
I was invited by the new lit zine, Newer York, to read some pieces, along with other contributors. They really put on a great show, lots of performance art and a cool mime. It was held in a backroom of the Vig Bar in the East Village. My friend was there in attendence to lend support. Thank you, Lester! A true gentleman and scholar. Lots of talent in that room. Outside the streets were buzzing with so many people, many, I'm sure, who were there to catch the San Genero Festival. Later on, I got buzzed. Very buzzed.
Posted by Kyle Hemmings at 6:50 PM
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
From Fiction Brigade, a great zine.
Shades of BlueIf you wish to turn something into blue,
think shady groves, the apple blossoms your grandmother spoke about with her eyes closed, calling you by a boy’s name. You never got to say Good-Bye. The door was already closed.
If you wish to turn something into sky blue, save up your old X-rays, showing the great transpositions of your organs, how your heart barely hung by wisteria vines, how the memory of cardiac shadows caused your three marriages to white out.
If you wish to turn something into deep blue, forget the swell and volume of your closets, rooms you’ve walked through, but never lived in, the pretty boys you slept with and then let go of in the morning, as if each other’s too expensive bird.
If you wish to turn something into black and blue, think of all the men who sleep alone, dreaming of the skeletons of their nannies, executed for seventeen variations of murder and sixteen aberrations of love.
Posted by Kyle Hemmings at 1:00 PM
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Last night, I went strolling in the East Village to check out the location of the Vig Bar, which is where I and others will be reading next Saturday for Newer York, a really cool new zine which happens to have print editions. A small place on the corner of Elizabeth St. (I think), nestled between Bowery and Lafyette, inside, some college aged East Village types (whatever that means, yes, very stereotyped) and some Suits. Anyway, I'm glad I found it. Lots of crazy pulsing life going on in the city last night (Thurs.)-- women dressed to kill, the thump and grind of music spilling onto the street, the humid air carrying laughter and the scents of rosewater and orchard, young girls walking arm in arm, claiming sidewalk space, and on every corner another variety of small dog, big dog, exotic dog. I'll be dogged! I walked from midtown to East Village (Bowery) and back. Not a bad exercise for an old man who needs exercise. And wearing an old pair of sneakers that should have been thrown out long ago. I stopped at McDonald's at 3:30 in the morning. New York City has a kind of eerie, surreal feel to it at that hour, almost like a ghost town. Needless to say, I spent the greater part of the day recooperating from a bad hangover. Was there a rock group with that name--Bad Hangover? Seems like there should be. Oh well.
Posted by Kyle Hemmings at 9:06 PM