The White Horse Tavern as it looks today Stay in one place long enough, many bars have found, and you're likely to eventually develop literary cachet. Indeed, many of the city's most venerable taverns - Old Town, McSorley's, and the currently-defunct Chumley's - are or were lined with the dust jac ... More >>
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Jennifer WildThe Chicago-based poet Michael Robbins is heroin for literary nerds and music nerds alike. Britney Spears, Pink, and Buju Banton have all crashed the gates of Robbins's poetry, which began appearing last year in the New Yorker; his newest piece in that magazine, "Lust For Life" ( ... More >>
Clip Job: an excerpt every day from the Voice archives. January 26, 1967, Vol. XII, No. 15 Brecht of the Juke Box, Poet of the Electric Guitar By Jack Newfield Norman Morrison burned himself to death to protest the Vietnam war, and when reporters visited his spare room they saw quotes fro ... More >>
After the New Yorker, a real press photo, maybe. The poet Michael Robbins lives in Chicago, quotes both Lil Wayne and Paul Muldoon fluently, and studs his criticism with punchlines like "This sort of thing is why punk rock had to be invented." His January 12 debut in the New Yorker, "Alien Vs. Pre ... More >>
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After years of neglect from the mainstream, queer lit undergoes a renaissance
Guy DeBord hits the sauce, and John Ashbery gives you Poundage sans asshole
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Alfred Leslie has not left the building
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