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Chocolate Beer In Ancient Honduras
2008-04-30 20:13:00 Not only were the first chocoholics tinkering with cacao around 1100 B.C. - 500 years earlier than previously thought - but they might have been doing so to get a tipsy buzz. A recent chemical analysis of 3,000-year-old pottery shards in northern Honduras turned up traces of theobromine (its name means "food of the gods"), a chemical that is found in cacao. The discovery is the oldest evidence of cacao manipulation.The analyzed vessel had a narrow spout, and the researchers speculate that the locals were imbibing a wine-like drink made by fermenting the pulp that surrounds the seeds of the cacao plant. In contrast, the nonalcoholic concoction favored by Aztecs some 2,000 years later was prepared in wide-lipped jugs, and the liquid was poured back and forth to create froth.Beer enthusiasts can look forward to a loose re-creation of the ancient brew sometime this year. Dogfish Head Craft Brewery in Delaware is producing a drink based on the original recipe, with the help of biomolecul... More About: News , Chocolate , Ancient
Ativan
2008-04-30 04:16:00 Blessed be the medical profession willing to replace illegal addictions for legal ones. While Ativan lacks the initial rush of heroin, the after effect of 5mg is about the same as a mellow dime shot. I can live like this. No more scrounging for syringes. No more trying to cop dope at 3 a.m. and getting ripped off with Mexican Tar cut steeply with sugar. Life isn't so bad being "clean". My addiction is now legal and somewhat accepted by society. Makes me want to rush out and work an 80 hour work week and consume. Well not really. It isn't too difficult coming up with a $5 monthly insurance co-pay. Hell all I have to do is steal a CD a month instead of complete stereo systems on a daily basis. The world is now a much safer place. Gotta run...the pharmacy just called.RC Edrington
Polluto Issue 1 Review
2008-04-28 19:27:00 "What happens when you take the online component of 3AM Magazine, the speculative works and wonder of Zahir, the artistic equivalent of Juxtapoz Magazine, and throw in something new, fresh, dark, gritty, hip, surreal, poetic, and themed? You get Polluto: The Anti-Pop Culture Journal." - Lawerence R Dagtine publisher of The Literary Bone.To read more of the review on Polluto magazines first issue, please go here: Read Review .To check out Lawerence R. Dagtine's work, please visit The Literary Bone.To purchase, subscribe or submit to: Polluto.RC Edrington More About: Issue
Coming In May
2008-04-18 23:37:00 I will have a few pieces in Underground Voices and Zygote In My Coffee coming up in their May issues. Next month will also mark my long awaited return to one of my long time fave zines, Unlikely Stories 2.0 The gap between submissions to Unlikely can as always be blamed on my laziness about actualy getting my stuff out there for publication.Oh well, I have often said, I am a writer, not a secratary. So publications are often forced to take second seat to my scribblings. Across the literary pond over in the UK, Adam Lowe of Polluto magazine is gearing up for the second release of this fine art journal. So don't miss out on my quarterly column "Live without A Net", and a few select poems. So far, Polluto is proving to be one of the better small press magazines out there: from content, to artwork, to high gloss layout. A must read for any one who likes to pretend they are anyone. You can reach this journals by using the links in the JOURNAL section of this blog.RC Edrington
Cutter
2008-04-18 17:40:00 my beauty is onlyskin deepmy daddy told me soshe whispersbetween sobsas she slowly carvesa long-stem roseinto the smmoothpale fleshof her lightly freckled forearmwith my freshly honedItalian stilettoher bloodblooms into tinyred petalsin the dark agesshe whispersdoctors bledthe sickso the illnessseeped out butmillions still diedof God's Black Plague how deeply do youthink I must carveuntil this diseasethat corrodes my heartoozes to the surfaceand youlike all thosesilly men beforerun from the madnessdaddy injected intohis 13 year oldbaby girlRC Edrington More About: Poetry
After Hollywood (part 1)
2008-04-18 17:38:00 She was a rich wanna-be hip bitch from NY Cityand came with an art degree,a flare for the Orientand an ass that till this day leaves medreaming of peaches and plums.She thought it cool that I wrote,shot too much dopeand lived in a renovated garagewith no bathroomin the middle of an arts districtI never cared existed.It was Summer.But it is always Summerin Tucson, Arizona.The heat hung in the airlike sheets of cellophaneready to smother us in our own juices,while June and July fired their roundsof endless days at me one by one.But I ignored their flesh wounds of boredomand restless anticipationby keeping my mind and nerves shelteredwith the bullet proof effectivenessof cheap whiskey, marijuanaand various other chemicalsdesigned to numb the soul.It was the days that haunted me.Time itself.Not the faceless college summer school idiotswho roamed the downtown coffee houseswith their anal retentive textbooksand girlfriends.They left me alone, slumpedagainst an alley wallin the shadow of a... More About: Hollywood , Poetry , Part
After Hollywood
2008-04-16 19:50:00 She was a rich wanna-be hip bitchfrom NY Cityand came with an art degree,a flare for the Orientand an ass that till this day leaves medreaming of peaches and plums.She thought it cool that I wrote,shot too much dopeand lived in a renovated garagewith no bathroomin the middle of an arts districtI never cared existed.It was Summer.But it is always Summerin Tucson, Arizona.The heat hung in the airlike sheets of cellophaneready to smother us in our own juices,while June and July fired their roundsof endless days at me one by one.But I ignored their flesh wounds of boredomand restless anticipationby keeping my mind and nerves shelteredwith the bullet proof effectivenessof cheap whiskey, marijuanaand various other chemicalsdesigned to numb the soul.It was the days that haunted me.Time itself.Not the faceless college summer school idiotswho roamed the downtown coffee houseswith their anal retentive textbooksand girlfriends.They left me alone, slumpedagainst an alley wallin the shadow of a ... More About: Hollywood , Poetry
After Hollywood (part 2)
2008-04-16 17:33:00 she was always ordering with a spoon.Granted I had no culture,but who really needed culturewhen I had plenty of storiestucked inside my notebooks...like the death rock goth chick from Tempe, Arizonawho begged I rape her in a graveyardso she could fantasize my sperm were maggotsand she was a corpse,which is why she wore black lipstickand fingernail polish...white pancake makeupand a 1920s wedding gown, sayingshe loved heroin for the uncertaintyof not knowing which dosewould be her last dose,She was 19, and in all her miseryshe seemed much more happier than I.We spent a few weeks togetherfaking suicidal tendenciesand planning our gothic deathslike punk rock Romeo and Juliet...questioning my sanityand trying to convince herthe only thing I kill is time.I left Sasha.I guess it was Augustwhen Shane finally surfacedasking where I had been the past few months,updating me on rumors of my deathand telling me about this New York artisthe was fucking...who bought him a new guitar,and then he f... More About: Hollywood , Poetry , Part
Crack for Senior Citizens
2008-04-12 17:22:00 According to the Smoking Gun a Florida man was arrested yesterday for attempting to sell crack at a Senior citizen's Home. Problem was, dude was trying to pass off small pieces of bread as crack for $5 a pop. Mr Crack Dealer claimed he always sold crack on the 10th of the month because that is when the residents received their Social Security checks. Proof we are living in the Apocalypse? A good as one as any...RC Edrington More About: News
Sponsor A CBGB Kid
2008-04-11 09:21:00 12-year-old Savannah is the daughter of a former CBGB employee of 18 years, and spent much of her childhood as a part of CBGB.Savannah also suffers from a form of juvenile idiopathic arthritis.Every year The Arthritis Foundation holds an Arthritis Walk to raise money and awareness for their cause.CBGB's own Savannah has been chosen as one of the honorees in this year's walk.Please join us in donating to this worthy cause.The link below will take you to the Arthritis Walk page for donations in Savannah's name.For further information on the Walk and on the Foundation click the links on that page.If you choose to join us in donating, we ask that you donate on Savannah's page to show the Foundation what one little girl and a bunch of old rockers can do to help.Team SavannahThe walk is Sunday, April 27th in Battery ParkAll are welcome, but you don't have to walk to donate.RC Edrington More About: News , Music , Sponsor
Unfaithful
2008-04-10 17:15:00 we licked bluecotton candyfrom our fingersas the Ferris Wheel spunin slowfreeze frame motionthe carnival handw/ prison green tattoosstared at your ass& snorted bumps of methoff a rusty truck keyas each empty seatpassed bythe moon silent wordsthat bouncedlike tumbleweedsthru the dustif there were tearsI never felt themas you had no more cheeksleft to turnRC Edrington More About: Poetry
Pills
2008-04-10 08:30:00 She took them to escapethe hallowed bone of moonlight,the skeletons of treesrattling keysagainst her bedroom window,but mainly Rickshe took them for you.Laying in the coldnessof her closet floor,I felt her slowly drift into deathas I listenedto the soft strokes of her blood beat.If her chest were an ocean...which it isn't,it would be waveless..which it is.Two lovers layingin sleeping rowboatdream of anchors,and she dreamed of you...Rick.Your desire to hurt herwas only your fisttrying to push thru the skinof a red balloon,but now she drifts from your graspinto blue sky.Rick.Rick the rapist.Rick you low life motherfucker.Her pill bottle may now be emptybut I am still here,clutching a sliverof your foul drunken tongueready to carve justiceinto your pale, empty chest.And regardlessof what your god may say...regardless of whatyour lawyer may say...& regardless of whatthe cops may say...there is no forgivenessor a saviorin this alley of broken shadows,and you will diefor your own sin... More About: Poetry , Pills
Syndicate Radio
2008-04-10 03:03:00 SyndicateRadio .tvPunk Radio8-10pm Eastern on WednesdayBe there and fart some dust... RC Edrington More About: News , Music , Syndicate
Macho Manhood Bullshit
2008-04-09 07:37:00 The kind of guysthat drive Chevy 4x4 trucksthey never take off road.That yell, "We'll kick your faggot ass"when someone burns an American flag,yet proudly display a Confederate flagin the rear windowof their Chevy 4x4 truckthey never take off road.That yell, "Suck my cock whore"at teenage girls in cross-walks,yet have to swallowa 12 pack of Budweiserfor the balls to ask a woman out.The kind of guysthat wear unlicensed,imported JapaneseHarley Davidson shirts,yet have never road a hogunless you countthat titty dancing grandmain Nogales, Mexico they paid$10 a piece to gang bang.That whip theirChevy 4x4 trucklike a limp dickup to the curbto kick my "stupid punk rock ass"then threaten to call the copswhen I flick out a 9" Italian stilettoand promise to cut their nut sacksif they don't climb back on upinto their Chevy 4x4 truckthey never take off road,and go harass somebodywho actually gives a fuckabout their macho manhood bullshit.The kind of guysdaddy wanted me to be.RC Edrington More About: Poetry , Bullshit
Shedding Skin
2008-04-08 18:42:00 He tosses her two twenties,hurls his later bitch door slam good-byeacross the neon lit motel room,then drunk stumbles home...while she dabs his last drop of hateoff her thin, flat stomachwith a Kleenex."Someday", she whispersinto the torn earof a matted teddy bear,"I'm gonna lose this scene."But for now,she'll settle for a few more hours of shut-eye,where her dreams can shape the stage,where her dreams remain the same...no more dirty needle lovers,quick cigarette sex in roach motels,and the clothes hanger killersstop stalking her gut.Awaking again,sucking on a .357 chunk of steellike a pacifier...she's not a fucking objectand smart enough to know it,but dumb enough to have been discardedat a bus depot only 8 years young,dumb enough to have clenched her eyesand spread her thighsallowing them to violate herfor a bite to eat,and a mattress tossedlike a dead bodyon a damp corner of a warehouse wall.She slides the gun from her lips,slips on her tube top,and slinks back out intothe emp... More About: Skin , Poetry
Thanks
2008-04-08 09:10:00 Yesterday I sent a call out to you readers to help find an old anthology I appeared in. Several of you responded and hopefully in the next few days I will have it in my hands. As most of you know I don't hold on to much of my published stuff. My personal library consists mainly of journals and CD's of my stuff. It was important to find these pieces because I had lost copies of them during my last venture into the heroin dungeon, and I felt that even though they had been published, they were not final edits. In fact, some of them I have rewritten in my head several times. Getting my paws on them will now allow me closure to to finish those poems as they should have been originally. I believe a poem is an ever evolving piece, and the minute that poem stops evolving it is dead. Major thanks goes out to all who are helping me locate these "missing pieces".RC Edrington More About: News
Darling Narcissist
2008-04-06 13:14:00 Amy always saidkill time beforetime kills you& I guessthat's whatshe was doingthe night they found herdead 19 year old bodycrumpled on a park benchlike a winosbrown paper bagseems she snortedWhite-Outfrom a Coca-Cola canthe blood vesselsin her brain explodedlike cut-rate fireworksAnd in this agewhen punk rock anthemssell wireless cell phoneson prime time TVI can imagine herdecked out inher 4th Avenuethrift store garbas she fires a Johnny Rottensneer into the camera& shouts:"White-Out erasesall mistakes away"RC Edrington More About: Poetry , Darling , Narcissist
Call For Reader Help
2008-04-06 12:11:00 A few years back,Victor Thorn of Babel magazine put out a collection of poems by various authors under the title: The Bukowski Hangover Project. This project included several pieces by me, that at the time I did not feel were final drafts appropriate for publication. While I did receive a few copies of this book, I have no idea as to where they are now.During the time, I was bouncing from crash pad to crash pad and injecting every known drug into my nervous system. Since I did not have those pieces committed to memory, It has been an impossible task to rewrite these poems the way they should have been re-written before they were published.I am mainly in want of finding the long piece called "After Hollywood" and a few minor pieces. If anyone out there has a copy of this book, would you do me a huge favor and photocopy the pages that contain my poems so that I may do full re-writes on them and get them out of my head for once an all. They are like old girlfriends following me arou... More About: News , Poetry , Reader , Call
B & D
2008-04-06 05:04:00 I choke on her paisleypillow case, patchouliincense burns my eyeslike tear gas or mace,I fight her bandanasmy ankles and wrist squirmlike 4 knots on 4 bedposts,like the locks of her hairin the fist of her fatherwho was a drunk farmer,and believed everythinglong, tall & blondmust be hoed downRC Edrington More About: Poetry
Barrio Loyalty
2008-04-06 04:59:00 life on the needlesometimes meansyour girl has to slipa cherry or vanillacondom on the shriveleddick of a middle-agebusinessman& suck him offto cop the next fix& I know you self righteous fuckswill sit in disgustat this simpleact of lifebut next timeyou & your girlsit down to sip yourtriple latte (or whateverthe fuck you pretentiousfucks sip)at your limp wristedcoffee housesask your girlexactly how far she would goto save your lifeif she won't takea bullet, suck a knob,or cough up a kidneyto keep you breathingthrough another dayhow tight reallyare those tiesthat allegedly bind?RC Edrington More About: Poetry , Loyalty , Barrio
Babel Magazine Interview Part 1
2008-04-05 20:51:00 Victor: You've said that some people call you arrogant in your views toward the small press, while I see your honesty as a breath of fresh air. So, to begin part one of this interview, tell us why you've almost given up on the small press.RC Edrington: I am arrogant because I will only send my stuff to publications that have writers and editors I have some respect for as a reader. I am arrogant because 90% of all journals I have read lately suck. What pisses me off the most, though, is that these shitty journals are allowed to define modern poetry to the masses, thereby assuring that since I don't write in the school of "rhymed verse" or know the secret handshake to the academic "isn't our stuff deep" clique, my stuff goes un-read. If all I was exposed to was this shit I wouldn't buy poetry either.I have given up on the small press because someone long ago sold the small press on the idea they were not permitted to profit from or market their publications. Once this... More About: Magazine , Interview , Babel , Part
Portrait Americana
2008-04-05 20:34:00 Worn paint flakes from the walls like a jewish skin to reveal canyon layers of red blue brown paint that looks like the face of a $10 whore applying fresh make-up over the chipped layers of yesterdays we call it home this four walled canker sore peeled from the alcoholic mind of Edgar Allan Poe there are ghosts here real or imagined chalked figures of punk rock goddesses tying off in corners won't hurt you if you leave them alone ghost of poems led to slaughter in the violent hands of this would-be prophet turned junkie the bottle of hope is a bit dry this week perhaps some Jim Beam will do the trick, or finger through the ashtray for a roach Jenny has some lsd chasing red dragons thru skies of azure, she dreams like a gypsy on the pissed stained carpet yellow as a winos teeth old man Ed nods the heroin stare at the blank TV screen & much like Ed it hasn't worked in years so Ed doesn't know how pretty the junkies and drug dealers in Miami look I light a joint my eyes straighten t... More About: Poetry , Portrait , Americana
Live Without A Net: Bloodletting The Robot
2008-04-05 14:10:00 "This may prick just a bit". Her voice like steel wool raping a rusted tailpipe. Her breath stale coffee and peppermint gum tinged with top-shelf vodka. She is in my face like some sickly aunt I only pretend to like so my birthday check still arrives...and that check is always good for a 1/2 gram of uncut Mexican Chiva*.She is scared of me, despite the liquid bravado she sips on her "coffee" break. I sense it. Not because I am 62" and 230 lbs. But because I am 6'2", 230 lbs., and she is checking my blood level to ensure that the various psychotropic drugs coursing thru my veins are at a therapeutic level. If not, I imagine she has visions of me ripping her throat out and licking the blood as it drips in slow motion down her saggy 50 year old tits. Her B-movie fantasy, not mine...so ignore the cliched prose.I have long ago faced the fact that this nurse, people in general, and you dearest reader...consider me crazy. But in this society I am not too certain crazy is all that bad a pl... More About: Robot , Prose , Live , Essays
bridget bardot
2008-04-05 14:03:00 I drinkfall downpukeriseto drinkanother bottleI writethis shit& on good dayslose myselfbetween the thighsof tender fleshon bad daysfind myself chokedbetween the sad thighsof middle age& some daysthe sunrise ejaculatesbetween my fingerslike a teenage boylost insideautographed photosof Bridget t BardotRC Edrington More About: Poetry
Forbidden Archeology
2008-04-04 13:26:00 Forbidden Archeology by authors/researchers Michael A. Cremo and Richard L. Thompson is the latest mind altering book I am engaged in reading.Over the centuries, researchers have found bones and artifacts proving that humans just like you and I have existed for millions of years. Mainstream science, however, has suppressed these facts. Prejudices based on current scientific theory act as a knowledge filter, giving us a picture of prehistory that is largely incorrect.The crux of this well researched and well documented book is to explore basic anomalies found in the human archaeological record that seemed to exist outside the current paradigm of science. While I could discuss numerous finding of this book, I will offer one example.The Calaveras Skull: In February 1866, Mr. Mattison, the principal owner of the mine on Bald Hill, near Angels Creek, removed this fossilized skull from a layer of gravel 130 feet below the surface. The gravel was near the bedrock, underneath several disti... More About: News
Dream Highway
2008-04-02 10:31:00 Infinity,a highway of dreamsI hitchhiketo quench this need.If you were heroin,I could have sweat you outon a mattress steeped in flesh,but your needle sliced too deep...pierced my soul,& this addiction that you nurseover phonethrough mailrequires morethan you are willing to give.3000 miles& a wedding ringstands between us, yetyou feel but a bloodbeat away.Trust me...I never wanted this.I never wanted this lust,this forbidden desirethat rips me from sleep& cries your name,but I am hooked& like a junkieI am back on my kneesbegging for the tasteof your lips,to cradle me backto sleep.RC Edrington More About: Prose , Dream , Highway
Summer
2008-04-02 10:07:00 she writes me poemswith the thin penshe uses to pushher crack pipewhile her shavedpussy lips whisperto me from beneathher pink & black checked1950's Susan Sarandoncirca Bull Durhampoodle skirtshe wantsto talk all nightabout anythingand everythingthat fizzes into herwired skull5:37 a.m.and finally I tell heryes, Sarandon's hotbut she would bemuch more fuckableif she learned to keepher mouth closedRC Edrington More About: Poetry , Summer
.357 Chrome
More articles from this author:2008-04-02 09:37:00 I have a sliver of metal in my right thigh that only reveals itself to doctors taking an x-ray. The doctors scratch their collective heads trying to figure out how it got there and what it is. I usually just laugh and tell them it's an alien implant left behind after my last abduction and anal probe. Their questions immediately end and I am usually sent home with whatever opiate I choose.Truth of the matter is, the metal came from a .357 bullet. A guy stuck a knife in my face. I returned the favor by sticking a chrome plated .357 with the numbers filed off in his. Not the stuff of poetry, but the truth none-the-less. The guy was so whacked on crack, the gun didn't phase him and he kept coming forward. The knife flashing blue to red from the neon signs of the liquor store resembled some native American ceremonial blade designed to sacrifice the white man.Not wanting to kill a crack head in self defense, I lowered the gun and fired a warning shot into the ground. The blast created e... More About: Chrome 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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