Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The Lost Portrait of Joyce Rigaut by Salvador Dali

Despite being a self-proclaimed "devout lesbian," Joyce Rigaut had affairs with both artists and wrote several scathing torch songs about the relationships.
The lyrics to "Dadali-dobabba-rom" go as follows:
Shoo-doo-shoo-bee-ooo-bee-Dali était un tisket élégant-âne, un pensée-âne itsy-bitsy, un fatale-oof; dobabba-romma-boma... Grinçant de femme de hokey-hokey cowboy..gabba-doooba-walla-ooh-ooh-lubba franalabba... wadda-binkyblankyboda, skedooo-skezam dadi dadi dadi-doowa mula-mula; bacoba cowba-dabba-wabba-skeedanzee, babylooba-nana-alama...deedeedalabbada-whammm!
The Poor Slob and The Good Fairy (Trailer)
Here's a lovely little trailer based on an 1899 Parisian cabaret script by the great Alphonse Allais.
Absinthe, anyone?

Saturday, April 12, 2008
A Toast to Alphonse Allais!

We will provide our readers with an advance preview of the cover soon, so remain alert. Now drink up!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Where’s the Magic? Going, Going, Gone.

PARIS—Bernard Kouchner, the foreign minister of France and a longtime humanitarian, diplomatic and political activist on the international scene, says that whoever succeeds President George W. Bush will be “at the helm of a sinking vessel.” He said the United States' battered image had suffered irreparable damage and "the magic is over."
In a wide-ranging conversation with the editor of Le Scat Noir, Kouchner vented his frustration in a string of clichés and mixed metaphors: “The thrill is gone. Kaput. America is an empty shell—a mere shadow of its former self. A land of has-beens and hacks. It’s a shopworn relic, the ghost of an Imperialist empire. What was once a vast, complex canvas filled with bright colors and hidden meanings is now simply a blank slate. Tabula rasa. Zip. Zero. Nada. America is a banana republic and Europe has stopped slipping on its peel. The joke is over, the gig is up. The gag has no punch line. The joke is stale, so to speak.
In a wide-ranging conversation with the editor of Le Scat Noir, Kouchner vented his frustration in a string of clichés and mixed metaphors: “The thrill is gone. Kaput. America is an empty shell—a mere shadow of its former self. A land of has-beens and hacks. It’s a shopworn relic, the ghost of an Imperialist empire. What was once a vast, complex canvas filled with bright colors and hidden meanings is now simply a blank slate. Tabula rasa. Zip. Zero. Nada. America is a banana republic and Europe has stopped slipping on its peel. The joke is over, the gig is up. The gag has no punch line. The joke is stale, so to speak.
"America has nothing up its sleeves to dazzle us. Alas, Jerry Lewis is dead... he is dead isn't he?”
Asked whether the United States could repair the damage it has suffered to its reputation during the Bush presidency Kouchner smiled, "Not in a thousand years."
Asked whether the United States could repair the damage it has suffered to its reputation during the Bush presidency Kouchner smiled, "Not in a thousand years."
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Manson Family Values

Just like Hitler.
I ain’t got nuffin’ ‘gainst Hitler. Monster like me. That’s what yawl made me. You fear me and you want to fuck me. Ain’t that why you got all hotted up about the fims was shot of the tribe orgies?
Where the fims at, Coyote? How can I get my doggy paws on ‘em? How can I slobber all over them with my forked tongue?
—from Jesus Coyote by Harold Jaffe
I ain’t got nuffin’ ‘gainst Hitler. Monster like me. That’s what yawl made me. You fear me and you want to fuck me. Ain’t that why you got all hotted up about the fims was shot of the tribe orgies?
Where the fims at, Coyote? How can I get my doggy paws on ‘em? How can I slobber all over them with my forked tongue?
—from Jesus Coyote by Harold Jaffe
Harold Jaffe’s blistering new novel, JESUS COYOTE (Raw Dog Screaming Press), re-imagines the Manson murders and the myths surrounding the guru at their core. This “docufiction” is Surreality TV—experimental, satirical, poetic, shocking, and on the mark.
Jaffe’s vision is like a transcript discovered at a crime scene.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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