"Yehy Vaya" is a collaboration between Moldovan electronic music artist Serge Bulat and Russian folk band OYME. The track is based on a traditional Mordovian wedding song and sung in the Erzya language, thus honors the International Year of Indigenous Languages, initiated by the United Nations.
Death, drugs, drunkeness, disaster… polaroids reimagine notorious vacations from literature, news and film on Lake Wequaquet, Cape Cod.
There was no opportunity to have a black friend in my home town. Now, I noticed African-Americans at the university. Or I noticed them in order to stay away from them. They were different from me. That’s what I thought.
we stand holding onto one another
watching as lightning slashes the sky
jumping a little with each new explosion of thunder
Impulse and Warp nobly attempts the impossible: to describe the chaos of time with respect. The poems can’t be rushed and aren’t easy on first impression. The syntax fucks itself, breaks up, then comes back to show that even grammar is relative.
the cost was high,
but there’s no going back—
profits move ever forward,
and every swindle has a future
on the silver screen
At On the way to the polls with Louisa & Charlotte the at 10:40, I mortify Louisa. twilight’s I tap Brooklyn Borough President last Marty Markowitz on the arm and say, “Praise God!” gleaming Marty Markowitz shrugs.
My father raised his hand—I could see pale blue veins through his almost translucent skin. I felt again the ground shift as it did the first time I realized much of humanity will learn orphanhood before they die. With a trembling finger, Papa wiped both cheeks.
A slow but
irreversible
autopsy
was performed
until the last item,
the last memory
remained,
Then he squeezed milk from it, but it was already too cold,
and the kids didn’t want any,
Yet it would have been more
than stuffing peppers
with darkness and meat.
they ask if I have anything to eat
then I invite them to the woods again
they say it’s awkward for them
but they will do it if I want to
pins drop over the city
the wind whistles
to no verdict
Take me sleep
protect me, like angel music
there were some different interpretations
of “lasting peace.” Turns out graveyards
are peaceful for everybody. And once we
have enough money, prices go up. And up.
