why i don’t post, why you don’t understand
June 18th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

you spin me right round

They call it the June Gloom.

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no vacancy
June 17th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

aint too proud to beg

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set me free, why don’t you babe?
June 4th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

it started in London-- property speculation-- and moved to Brooklyn, to Williamsburg, now the plague has spread. Dracula has come to Hollywood. And he's brought his burgers with him.

Hollywood Blvd.

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the return of the native
June 2nd, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

The worst kind of Internet writing is Internet writing in which the writer explains or otherwise Philosophises Poetick about why he or she ain’t been writing for the Internet. So, okay, sorry, okay? This blog has been dead, but give a man his due– I went on a six week trip, met family, went to Iraq, saw the Yezidi, went to Konya, returned to New England and scummed around literary sites with my best pal Arafat Kazi, the Bengali, before returning to Our Adopted Home of Los Angeles. At which point occurred a culture shock that Dorian Gray’s uncle might call, “damn’bly unpleasant, that blighted rotter.” Things went crazy– things are still going crazy. People lost, people gained, people staying the same.

Anyway. I think we’re near back on track. Developments are occurring.

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back to the nazi fortress: gone and come again, okay?
May 27th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

Returned to the Nazi Fortress, saw new things, saw familiar things, took some pictures:

i'll fake it through the day I don't mean to be so insolent, but you know it's cuz I love you sometimes I might get edgy-- but a man can sometimes be that way sometimes I feel like my old man the blacksmith courted me, nine months and better with his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever BUSH = OBAMA, WELCOME TO HEAVEN, BLOW YOUR MIND what did you promise me when you lay beside me? it's still there. toilet i might as well just go to iowa a simple man and a diamond neck a hand roll it up, horus, roll it the fuck up flip flap

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a foreigner is a person who travels to a country poorer than his own. every one else is a tourist
May 25th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

good bye, my hindoo half-caste, good bye

Then we went to the House of the Seven Gables…

…and did you like it?

P.S. Yeah, I know. Don’t worry.

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SMS Update
May 14th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

Service Alert: avoid close contact with people who are sick. Welcome to Los Angeles.

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aint it amazin when the moon meets the sun
May 12th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

astrologize dis

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is your mask slipping? how long can you wear it?
May 9th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

Gavur Izmir

Infidel Izmir.

The Family Seat & The Place of Blood.

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any special desire
May 6th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

i feel so untouched & i want you so much & but i can't just resist you & it's not enuff to say that I miss you

From the Abyss comes Chorozon.

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makin it with mevlana
May 5th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

it's not right & it's not fair

And I said to her, in November, walking out of the Asian Art museum, “You know what? Fuck these people in America who think they understand Rumi, who view him as the Accepting House Muslim of Peace & Love! I sure as hell don’t understand the Sufi relationship to Islam, and if I don’t, then how can they?”

we come together to celebrate mevlana

And I still don’t.

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welcome to lalish
May 4th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

well come to lalish

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welcome to kurdistan
May 3rd, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

grande americano

…Mahluk, please.

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the lathe of heaven
April 22nd, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

spill the blood, let it run unto me

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how to power an American laptop in coastal Turkey
April 19th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

how we do, do we how

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C U in Diyarbakir
April 14th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

All right, I’m out– gone to the Middle East.

Assuming I won’t have a chance to update, but could be wrong.

Back in May.

ami Dipjol koira dimu!

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happy easter, 2009
April 12th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

i'm just seven hours old, truly beautiful to behold it's beyond me, help me mommy the game has been disbanded, my mind has been expanded

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a miscellany of mistakes; photos about town
April 9th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

in ol' egypt, didst they swing like a tourist yeah we roll to the floor yeah we go on the score i just really like this picture, weird, right? pow pow whose da winnah whose da losahbeautiful ladies

Several days’ worth.

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Teen-Age Love #61 (1968): Meet Jonnie L♥ve and the Hippies
April 5th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

Having received a cache of Psychedelic Romance Comics, a sub-genre that I appear to be inventing, I thought I’d post the best of the new acquisitions– Teen-Age Love #61:

girls + guitars

I don’t have a lot to say about this story; its continent is self-evident. The publication date on the issue is November 1968, a fascinating fact to keep in mind as one reads the story and encounters the two major motifs of the Sixties Gone Bad– a bearded weirdo looking like Alan Moore reading from The Birth Caul and Evil Bikers denoted by their cross pattées– over a year before the Free Concert at Altamont and the Tate-LaBianca Murders. Furthermore, there’s an amazing cross-country motorcycle sequence that screams Easy Rider– once again, about a year early.

This story traces the general apprehension of America towards its children; that it is completely forgotten speaks to the unique positioning of Romance Comics within the cultural shifts & fluctuations of Vietnam/Psychedelic-era America, and that the books have become a tool, should anyone care to employ them, of genuine cultural history– it’s a narrative of the counterculture written by the losers, rather than the victors.

A note about the comic itself: you can get a sense of Charlton putting some weight behind this story, and perhaps the idea that Jonnie L♥ve might become a lucrative character by the fact that the creators– Joe Gill and Tony Williamson– are both credited on the splash page. This almost never, ever happened.

he rides down a lonesome road rebel next stop: san francisco friendship hey baby you look pretty good you are now my prisoner alan moore reads from the birth caul powwwwwwwwwwwwwww don't dream it, be it i want to come again... and stay!

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Your Mission is a Failure, Your Lifestyle’s Too Extreme: 5124 De Longpre Ave
March 30th, 2009  –  by Jarett Kobek

welcome to bukowski court, now get the fuck out you wanted the best. well, the best couldn't make it. live from hollywood. hugs to you 5124 de longpre ave, los angeles, california lookin in your window

5124 De Longpre Avenue, Los Angeles, California, United States of America, North American Continent, Planet Earth, System Sol: one-time residence of Charles Bukowski. Now an Historic Landmark and now occupied after a long vacancy.

Incidentally, this is located about 5 blocks away from my apartment.

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