by JL Jacobs | Jan 24, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Fall by Fabrice Poussin SCENERY “When you own a big chunk of the bloody third world the babies just come with the scenery.” Chrissie Hynde – Middle of the Road snapshots of heaven spill out of the open wallet’s unfolding plastic inserts and in each...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 19, 2018 | Art, Poetry
Art: Inver 3 by John Gregory Brown, @john.gregory.brown WEISS CYRILLIC CYANIDIC SANS London fog fades DevoursGlassDashallom HarediחֲרֵדִיحريمIAMBIC Incanroteblutpedantic PolygonalPentameter Los Angeles dust Darts injects Tarsus Fake news feeds Cigarette clicks...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 17, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Marie Dashkova, @melodyphoto MARX WAS RIGHT History repeats itself as tragedy, then settles into farce. And so was Joyce slogging through his own nightmare, and Napoleon battling a fable agreed upon. Which leads me to conclude the last human sound before the...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 12, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Dimension by Fabrice Poussin LEONARD’S FLAT “You’ve got to accept the flat surface. Not try to pretend it’s not there.” David Hockney The flat like a gallery with all your artwork wall to wall, I wandered through it as if...
by JL Jacobs | Jan 10, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Your silence speaks to me by Riikka Fransila, @vintageart_originals A DAY TRIP HOME He pulled carrots up out of the earth. The sound of roots letting go— vibrant in the still afternoon. Soil lifting with roots, some thick—some fine as hair. A sort of placenta....
by JL Jacobs | Jan 5, 2018 | Poetry
Art: Alcaina & Steve Art Projects, curators Jose Antonio Alcaina and Paco Esteve META-MODERN NOIRE A grimy pay phone handle Ripped from receiver Still rests beneath haze Silver iPhone screen only Luminous metal post two Latest techno blares Headphones off Lexus...
