Saturday, August 28, 2010

Colin presents ... Néstor Perlongher Day (including newly translated poems by Steve Dolph and CAConrad)


Néstor Perlongher, Poet, prose-writer, Gay Activist, and Anthropologist, (24 December 1949 Avellaneda, Buenos Aires- 26 November 1992 São Paulo).

"Perlongher's work is full of fences, borders, edges crumbling or about to fall, in an orgy of words that slip, tear, handkerchiefs that unravel." Jose Quiroga

The first poem I ever read by Néstor Perlongher was 'How can we be so lovely', translated by Steve Dolph, on his amazing journal of literature in translation, Calque. That poem had me totally hooked, the way the words slink and shimmy down the indentations and the way the language sprawls and shifts. Ever since reading 'How can we be so lovely', I've been scratching and itching for as much as I can get. I wrote to Steve, asking permission to include that poem here, as part of this Perlongher celebration. I could never have dreamed that I'd receive what I received back, an email telling me he'd been working on translations with CAConrad, and that he'd be happy to see some of them up on this blog. The selection that Steve and CA generously sent is reproduced below, with a short introduction by both translators.

NOTE: Blogger's inability to handle indented lines (or my inability to render them in HTML) has led to me putting many of these poems up as JPEGs. However, if you click on them, you should be able to read them without much trouble. I really hope you enjoy the selection.

Poems by Néstor Perlongher, translated by Steve Dolph and CAConrad.

In Argentina during the 1970s, homosexuality was outlawed. The imprisonment, torture, blackmail and disappearance of gays and other moral "subversives" and "degenerates" was common practice normalized and enforced by the junta government's Ministry of Morality. This wonky translation for the name of the federal police force's Departamento de Moralidad is intentional—only in the Land of Oz or Ursula Le Guin is such an agency nameable without resorting to irony. When gay rights activist Néstor Perlongher was imprisoned in 1975 at the age of 26 for possession of narcotics he probably assumed he would be dead within a week, but not before undergoing a routine of “enhanced” interrogation techniques like getting a couple of fingers chopped off. Although Perlongher had been jailed many times before—either for cruising or just for looking like a maricón—this detainment, following a raid of his home, promised to be exceptionally brutal. Unlike many of his fellow degenerates, Perlongher survived this three-month imprisonment and began writing the poems that would be collected in Austria-Hungaria, his first book. Shortly after the book’s release in 1980, Perlongher was detained again and beaten severely. He left Argentina soon thereafter and pursued an advanced degree in urban anthropology at the University of Campinas, in São Paulo, Brasil. In 1987, Editorial Último Reino published Alambres (Wires), the source of the two poems translated here. Néstor Perlongher died of AIDS in 1992.

Steve Dolph

Freud once said, "Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me." He was right about us of course, don't mind me being bold in saying so, boldness another solid poet trait. When Steve Dolph first told me that the late Argentine poet Néstor Perlongher had become an anthropologist, my first thought was, "Well, that's a bit redundant, but a terrific occupation for a poet!" I'm grateful to Steve for introducing me to Perlongher's extraordinary poems, and for inviting me to assist him with some English translations. It's no mistake Steve would choose me, since he was aware of my often queer-centered poetry, but not just queer, and not queer in the mainstream, bourgeois fashion, but a queerness from the streets: poverty, prostitution, drag queens, suicide, drugs, AIDS, and more poverty. It's been a privilege to join with Steve in shaping Néstor Perlongher's poems into English, tapping into the great voice of a poet now dead of AIDS, like many lovely voices I've known, and very much miss. I look forward to listening closely to Perlongher with Steve in the days to come as we continue to translate and shape these poems which are long overdue their translation into English, and long overdue their additional audience for new generations to come. If you don't know the work of Néstor Perlongher, you should, in fact everyone should.

CA Conrad


y esa mitología de tías solteronas que intercambian los peines grasientos del sobrino: en la guerra: en la frontera: tías que peinan: tías que sin objeto ni destino: babas como lamé: laxas: se oxidan: y así 'flotan': flotan así, como esos peines que las tías de los muchachos en las guerras limpian: desengrasan, depilan: sin objeto: en los escapularios ese pubis enrollado de un niño que murió en la frontera, con el quepís torcido; y en las fotos las muecas de los niños en el pozo de la frontera entre las balas de la guerra y la mustia mirada de las tías: en los peines: engrasados y tiesos: así las babas que las tías desovan sobre el peine del muchacho que parte hacia la guerra y retocan su jopo: y ellas piensan: que ese peine engrasado por los pelos del pubis de ese muchacho muerto por las balas de un amor fronterizo guarda incluso los pelos de las manos del muchacho que muerto en la frontera de esa guerra amo-rosa se tocaba: ese jopo; y que los pelos, sucios, de ese muchacho, como un pubis caracoleante en los escapularios, recogidos del baño por la rauda partera, cogidos del bidet, en el momento en que ellos, solitarios, que recuerdan sus tías que murieron en los campos cruzados de la guerra, se retocan: los jopo; y las tías que mueren con el peine del muchacho que fue muerto en las garras del vicio fronterizo entre los dientes: muerden: degustan desdentadas la gomina de los pelos del peine de los chicos que parten a la muerte en la frontera, el vello despeinado.



Legend of the drag queen spinsters exchanging oily hair picks of boys from the border wars: sisters who comb: whores with purpose and reason their own: spit of gold: loose: aging fast: they strut and brag and clean picks of the boys at war: pluck, degrease: with purpose their own: tines that coiled pubic hair of a boy dead at the border, his cap contorted: photos of grimacing children on the borders running between guns of war and warmth of their withering spinster “uncles”: the hair picks: oiled stiff: retouch the boy’s bangs with spit before leaving for war: and they think: this pick oiled by groin of a boy killed by guns of a borderline love also holds hairs from the dead boy’s hand after he touched himself at the border of the amorous war: those bangs: the boy’s dirty hair, flaring pubis of the scapularies, taken from the bathroom by the swift midwife, plucked from the bidet at the moment they, in private, remember their spinster drag queens who died in the crossed camps of war, retouch their bangs, the spinsters who die with picks of the boys dead at the hands of the borderline vice between the teeth: bite: taste gels from hairs in the picks of kids who get off to their deaths at the border, the uncombed down.


a Inés de Borbon Parma

O era ella que al entrar a ese reformatorio por la puerta de atrás veía una celadora desmayada: calesas de esa ventiluz: Inés, en los cojines de esa aterciopelada pesadumbre, picábase: hoy un borbón, mañana un parma. La hallaban así, yerta: borboteaba. Los chicos se vigilaban tiesos en su torno-y unos se acariciaban las pelotas debajo del bolsi- llo aunque estaba prohibido embolsar los nudillos, por el temor al limo, pero se suponía que la muerte, o sea esa languidez de celadora a lo cuan larga era en el pasillo, les daba pie para ello; y asimismo, esta mujer, al caer, había olvidado recoger su ruedo, que quedaba flotando - como el pliegue de una bandera acampanada-a la altura del muslo; era a esa altura que los muchachos atisbaban, nudosos, los visillos; y ella, al entrar, vio eso, que yacía entre un montón de niños - y el más pillo, como quien disimula, rasuraba el pescuezo de la inane con una bola de billar; y un brillo, un laminoso brillo se abría paso entre esa multitud de niños yertos, en un reformatorio, donde la celadora repartía, con un palillo de mondar, los éritros: o sea las alitas de esas larvas que habían sido sorprendidas cuando, al entrar en la jaula, se miraban, deseosas, los bolsillos; o era una letanía la que ella musitaba, tardía, cuando al entrar al circo vio caer ante sí a esos dos, o tres, niños, enlazados: uno tenía los ojos en blanco y le habían rebanado las nalgas con un hojita de afeitar; el otro, la miraba callado.



to Inés de Borbon Parma

Entering the back door of the asylum she saw the passed out woman: the guard: the ventilated bonnet: in her velveted grief Inés shot dope on the cushions: today a Borbon, tomorrow a Parma. They found her rigid and drained. The remote eyes of the boys watched each other – some stroked their balls through their pockets though it was against the rules to knuckle your bag, for fear of the cum, but they figured death, or maybe the lazy guard stretched in the corridor was their reason for it; and likewise, this woman, when she fell, failed to gather her slip, which floated – like the folds of a flag – at the top of her thigh, where the boys stared, where it was knotted like a curtain; and she, when entering, saw this, lying between a group of boys – and the most insolent one, rogue that he was, shaved the dope’s nape smooth as a billiard ball; and polished with a laminose polish that opened a path in the horde of dirty boys, in the asylum, where the guard dispensed reds with a toothpick: and maybe the flying worms had been surprised when entering the cage, seeing fists squirm in pockets with lust; or was it a slow litany she murmured, and when entering their circle saw fall in front of her two, or three boys linked up: one’s eyes rolled back, and they had sliced his ass with a razor; the other watched her in silence.

All translations above by Steve Dolph and CAConrad.

"Throughout his work Perlongher seeks a fluid, non-binary persona in drift, in an incessant process of becoming, very much in line with Deleuze’s theories. Perlongher moves on the margins outside of the norm, be it the literary norm or the patriarchal societal and political stratification of his time. When homosexuality ceases to be a deviant marginality and is co-opted by society, with desire controlled by permissible behaviours (in light of the AIDS epidemic), Perlongher turns increasingly to a nomadic voice in constant flux and ultimately to the abandonment of the individual self into a larger, mystical unity." Marlene Gottlieb.

Perlongher was regularly published in the journal of Argentinian Poetry XUL which is archived on-line. These poems translated in English from XUL are available on-line:

Mme. Schoklender

The scandal of Evita Vive (a collection of short stories published 1989)

In an essay on the importance of transvestism to Perlongher's poetry, Ben Bollig recounts the scandal surrounding the publication of Evita Vive:

'In 1989, a public scandal occurred around the publication in the Buenos Aires review El porteno of his short story 'Evita vive', in which Eva Peron returns post-mortem to a world of drug dealers, homosexuals and male prostitutes. Peronist councillors in Buenos Aires called for the sequestration of the publication, while the editors received telephone death threats against the ‘travestis’ allegedly working there.' Ben Bollig.

An English translation translated by the Canadian poet E.A.Lacey is included in 'My deep dark pain is love: Latin American Gay Fiction' (Winston Leyland ed. Gay Sunshine Press 1993)

Lacey points out in a footnote that the title 'Evita Vive' is a subversive take on the Peronist slogan 'Evita Vive', i.e. 'Evita Lives', which piggy-backed Evita's iconic status to a wide range of situations: 'Evita Lives in the proletarian slums' etc.

extract from Evita Lives, translated by E.A. Lacey:

'I met Evita here in a hotel in the red-light district of Buenos Aires. It was so many years ago! I was living- well, I was living with a black sailor who'd picked me up as I was cruising the port. I remember it was a summer night- maybe in February- and it was very hot. I was working in a night-club, at the cash register, until three in the morning. But that particular night, I had a fight with Lelé, a jealous little queen who was always trying to steal my tricks- and we started fighting and pulling each others hair behind the bar counter, and just then the owner comes along and says: "Three days off for making such a racket." I didn't care, I went right back to my room, I open the door... and there she is with the sailor. Of course, I was mad at first; besides, I was already furious after my fight with the other queen; I almost jumped on her without even looking to see who it was, but the black man- who was a really sweet guy- gave me a real sexy look and said something like "Come on, there's enough for you too." Well, he really wasn't lying because actually I used to give up with him, I'd get so tired, when he was still raring to go, but at the start, I dunno, I guess because I was jealous, because it was my home and so on, I said to him, "Okay, okay, but who's she?"The sailor bit his lip because he saw that I'd got all upset, and in those days when I got angry I was a holy terror- nowadays not so much, I dunno, I'm more at peace with the world and myself. But in those days, I was what you'd call a real mean bitch queen, the kind you don't want to provoke. And she answered me, looking me right in the eye (up till then, she'd had her head between the black man's legs, and I hadn't caught a very good glimpse of her, of course, because the room was in darkness). She said to me: "What? Don't you recognise me? I'm Evita." "Evita?" I said, because I couldn't believe it. "You're Evita?" and I turned the light on right in her face. And she was Evita, all right, you couldn't mistake her, with that glossy, shiny skin of hers and the blotches of cancer underneath and- to tell the truth- they really didn't look bad on her. I didn't know what to say, but of course I wasn't going to act like some silly hick queen who goes into a tizzy because of an unexpected visit. "Evita, darling"- I put my brain to work- "wouldn't you like a little Cointreau?" (I knew she loved expensive drinks). "Don't worry about that, darling," she said, "we have better things to do now, don't we?" "But listen, darling," I said to her, "tell me, at least, how long have you two known each other?" "Oh for a long time, dear, for a long time, almost since Africa." (Later Jimmy told me that he'd met her only an hour earlier, but these are trivial matters that don't affect her personality at all: she was so beautiful!) "D'you want me to tell you how everything happened, dear?" I was really eager to know; after all, I had my bed companion for the night there and willing anyhow. "Yes, yes, Evita love, don't you want a cigarette?" but I never found out the details of that story of hers (or maybe jimmy lied to me, I never was sure), because Jimmy got sick of so much chitchat and said "Okay, that's enough," and he grabbed her head- that bun she wore on top as an ornament, and it was all undone- and he put it between his legs, and really I don't know if I remember her or him better, because I'm such a whore, , but I'm not going to talk about him now, all I can say is that that sailor was so sexy that day he made me squeel like a stuck pig, and he covered me with love-bites. Anyhow, next day she stayed for breakfast, and when Jimmy went out to buy some rolls, she told me she was very happy, and asked if I didn't want to go to heaven with her, she said it was full of black men and blonds and guys like that. I didn't really believe her, because if that was true, what was she doing coming looking for them, and on Reconquista street at that, don't you agree, but I didn't say anything, it was none of my business; I just told her, no, that I was all right, right then, living with Jimmy (today, I'd have said you have to "live an experience through to the end" but that expression wasn't in vogue then), and I told her that if anything came up she should call me on the phone, because you never know, with sailors. Or with generals, I remember she said to me, and she sounded a little bit sad. Then we drank milk together, and she left. She left me a handkerchief, and I kept it for years, it was all embroidered with gold thread, but then somebody took it, I never knew who it was (there've been so many, many men in my life). The handkerchief said "Evita", and it had the design of a boat on it. What do I remember about her? Well, she had long nails painted very green- at that time that was a mosrt unusual colour for nails- and she cut them off, she cut them so that the black man's enormous cock could go deeper and deeper inside me, and she nibbled his tits and he came, that was the way he enjoyed coming most.'

"Perlongher’s aesthetic concerns appear sonic (“suena”) and visual (“brillar”); moral and semantic concerns are not mentioned. The flow of the poem, never wholly regulated or controlled by the writer, is closely related to “energiá: aché (la fuerza en el paganismo afro)” (Perlongher 1997b:16). We are moving here towards a strong relationship between the poem, the body, and “energy”.

The energy in Perlongher’s poetry seems to move between two polar concepts: the flow of writing (or drift, or wandering) and the care of revision and rejection. This is problematised by Perlongher’s attitude to the individual, an attitude perpetually informed by the possibility that “no hay un ‘yo’” (Perlongher 1997b:20)." Ben Bollig

Much of the following paragraph is cribbed, summarized and translated from Marcelo Manuel Benitez's article: 'A Militant of Desire'.

'We don't want to be freed; we want to free you!' one of Perlongher's daring Gay Liberation Front Slogans.

Perlongher was politically active on the student assembly of the labor party, where he was effective at slogan-writing and a fearlessly militant campaigner. He soon clashed with leaders over his overt homosexuality. He resigned from the labor party over their bigotry and sexism. Perlongher was then one of the founding members of the Gay Liberation Front, which worked closely with the Feminist Liberation Movement. One of the most noticeable features of Gay Liberation Front was their vociferous support of Worker's Strikes and Student Protests. Perlongher was always adamant that the treatment of homosexuality was part of a wider social crisis that should be addressed in the same breath. Benitez also stresses the importance of 'effeminacy' to Perlongher's politics (and by implication his poetics), as he challenged the widely held view among social activists that gay men ought to present themselves as 'manly' as other men, which led to discrimination and persecution of transvestites and transgender. Perlongher's relationship with the Gay Liberation Front also became strained over their early support of Perón's third term, which Perlongher disaproved of. In 1976 Perlongher was arrested and prosecuted. I can't work out quite how long he was imprisoned but it is described as 'not long but traumatic'. In 1981, bankrupt, Perlongher emigrated to São Paulo and left organized politics, continuing his struggle poetically. He died in 1992, from AIDS.

Perlongher wrote groundbreaking book-length studies of AIDS and Male Prostitution, neither of which have been translated.

Websites on Perlongher:

Wikipedia (in English)
Perlongher page at Elortiba (in Spanish)
Perlongher page at Literatura Argentina Contemporanea



p.s. Hey. The splendid writer and d.l. Colin has put together a very beautiful post that will double as a very valuable introduction to the work and life of Néstor Perlongher for you this weekend. Enjoy its riches, and please share your thoughts with Colin. Thanks much. And, of course, my tremendous thanks to Colin for making this place its home. Obviously, I'm not at Versailles this morning, but I am in a bit of a rush to get somewhere else, so apologies for any fallout. ** Misanthrope, Ryan Seacrest is that 'AI' host guy, right? I mean, if he's the devil's minion, that means 'AI' the devil's throne? Makes a certain amount of sense, I guess what I'm asking is why he's evil or whatever? To me, he's basically just a name in articles I never read. The 'secret cause', nice. ** Nerstes, Hey, man. Wow, passionate reaction and thoughts. Thank you! Mm, I think I don't agree, or mostly not. But then I've written about death in one way or another and confrontationally at times forever, and if I had been a visual artist, I probably would have done the same thing with images. If it matters, Schneider never realized that 'dying' piece, and I read somewhere that he intended the idea/ proposal itself to be the art piece. And the 'starving dog' piece was faked. In the latter case, the artist's point was that people have more respect for the pretenses of art than for life, for a dog's life in that piece's case. I'm not sure I support the art piece itself, but I'm just saying that Schneider and the dog guy were partly trying to make the point with their works that you were making in your comment, successfully or appropriately or not in their cases. I guess I think the fact that death is extremely more powerful than art is the very reason to use art to figure it out, confront it, try to overpower it, etc. ** Allesfliesst, I'm glad the WIRE tip made sense. I don't think you'll be sorry to have engaged with it in any case. The walk sounds beautiful, and I hope it was. ** Plexus, Hey, Gabe. '120 ...' is like 'Charlie & the Chocolate Factory', ha ha, that's great. Thanks for the love, man. It's rushing right back at you. How's your weekend looking? How's the writing? How's everything? ** Wolf, Hey, pal! Wonderful thoughts re: the post. It's a great day when a post gets responses as deep as yours and Nerestes'. Thank you. Great McCormac quotes too. Sucks I'm having to rush along today of all days, grr. You good? What's up, what's new, what's old, what's what? ** Bollo, Hi, J. Really nice to see you. Sorry things have been down on your end. They're heading upwards now, I hope? Oh, man, that quote re: 'Jerk' is nice, but it's asking for trouble. Don't expect that much or you'll be let down. How's your art going and everything else? ** David Ehrenstein, Hey. Kevin Killian gave me a copy of Williams' 'Beyond Belief' years ago as a gift. Wonderful book. I haven't read or seen anything else by Williams, although I've long intended to. Very interesting guy, obviously. Thank you a lot for fleshing out the name. I wonder if that's the same new Ozon film that opens here next week and for which there are posters literally everywhere you look right now. Is C. Deneuvre in the one you saw? If not, then he's got yet another new film on its way to you. This is just my odd mind working, but I would think he'd more likely make a film in tribute to that actor's looks if he hadn't fucked him. ** Eli Jurgen, I was wondering if the Weatherston trial would be something you'd know about. I'd never heard of it or him before I went hunting artists for that post. Really glad the post was useful for you. I suppose if the blog has a goal, it's that it might help inspire people, and artists in particular, in some way. I wish all blankets were pink. Bon weekend. ** Jeff, Ha ha, being fucked with caps, very good. Very good sentences anyway. I guess that job sounds okayish, as jobs go, or as the effect of jobs go, no? Robert Lopez: I don't know his work. What's it like? ** Tonyoneill, Jesus, what an intense early death experience you had. Nightmarish to me. I've only seen three dead bodies. A man on a bus in Peru when I was a kid whose body was accidentally dropped on me when it was being carried off the bus. A teacher at my school who'd committed suicide. And a dead jogger lying on a bench near the corner of 12th Street and Third Avenue in NYC. I had so many close friends die of AIDS in such rapid succession in the '80s that death became something else to me at the point, and I don't what it is. ** Pilgarlic, I liked mescaline, but it was always a fall-back drug to me when I couldn't score acid, but I think I was luckily in the right place at the right time in my teens, meaning LA, I guess. ** Sypha, Pretentious? Not in the slightest. Super interesting only. What an extremely curious and colorful explanation of death from that nun. Wow, she had an odd, interesting imagination. ** Alan, Hey. Thank you so much for the offer of help, man. That's very kind of you. I've passed your email address on to Guillaume (that's his name), and, yeah just thank you so much, Alan. ** Joseph, Hey, buddy. Oh well, about the birdhouse job. I'm sure it was a lot more interesting to think about way over here in France than it was to do. Sports bar, ha ha, what the fuck, right? Could be all right except for the sports part unless the sport is baseball, which I doubt. Yeah, give the MFA thing a try. It's all about the students anyway unless you get super lucky re: a professor. You might get some comradeship out of it, and this and that. Worth a shot. I'm okay, busy with a visiting friend, going through hell with my novel. Same old, really. ** Bernard Welt, I wouldn't have blamed you if you did think someone was after you. Are you going to go peek at Glenn Beck's evil moron fest this weekend or stay as far away as possible? ** Christopher/ Mark, Ha ha, yeah, I didn't know they were one in the same either until I built that post. Tiniest revelation possible. I haven't read Gordon Burn, but I've written his name on this little list that I carry with me everywhere. Thank you, Mark. ** Chris Cochrane, Hey. Yeah, so I guess the meeting will happen after you get back? I don't know when I'll be in NYC yet. Ish said something about there maybe being a bit more money to keep me there a bit longer, and I've been waiting to find out what that means, but if that isn't clarified soon I'll just see if I can manage to be there for about a week and go ahead and get the tickets/dates. In that case, I'd guess I'd be getting there a day or two before my event and splitting a week or so afterwards?Enjoy your time away. ** Little foal, Hi, Darren. Awesome about the two week vacation and your plans to use it to benefit your writing and, by proxy, us: your work's legion. No, it's fine to borrow from yourself. I do it without a shred of guilt, at least. Sometimes phrases or sentences or whatever need to have two homes before they can become fully themselves. Or something. I'm thinking on the run this morning. Not at my best. Love, me. ** Steevee, Oh, yeah, I just read that WIRE piece about Odd Future recently too, of course, and I now have finding something by them in my plans. ** JW Veldhoen, Ecstacy makes you want to fuck? That's interesting. It defucks me, I think. It makes me more than content to gaze admiringly. I've never wanted to make a baby, so I don't can't go sage on that premise. ** Will Decker, Hey. Guillaume, the guy who's going to study in NYC, is one of the rare French people who speak extremely good English with hardly a trace of a French accent at all. That's very rare. I don't know if it's the difficult relationship with French and English that causes the usual thick French accent, or whether it's French pride or what. Anyway, he almost sounds American. I think maybe he lived over there for a while as a kid. Oh, gosh, I don't what book of mine to recommend. I'm not sure which ones you have. In some, I do that character thing more overtly, and in other it's more hidden. I guess any of them will do, yeah. Before the internet, I used to make scrapbooks for every novel I was writing. They were stuffed with photos and notes and collages and things to help me create the novel's 'world'. Now I just have a file folder on my desktop. Using pictures as inspiration can help, sure, or it's helped me, so I can recommend trying that method to jog your writing out onto the page. ** Michael_karo, Hey, M. Oh, cool, I'll go check my mail in just a bit. Mahavishnu meets 'RiL' ... that I have to hear. Will you post it or a link to it on Facebook? ** Bill, Oh, okay. Rude loudmouths at quiet gigs, that kind of angering I understand having been forced to do readings in a very unquiet corner of a bustling Barnes & Noble more often than I care to remember. Although sometimes the stores don't pay attention to who is going to be reading, and they pipe the reading over the store's sound system, and, in that case, I've been known to turn a packed and noisy B&N into a tomb. ** That seems to be all of you. Please wipe all memory of me from your minds now and fill them with nothing but Perlongher and your host Colin, and I will rejoin you on Monday. Perfect weekends to you all.


Tonyoneill said...

hey dennis

wow, okay I will have to return to this post and read. Im running out at the moment, but just wanted to send you this, which I thought might amuse you.

PS - my word verification is "tomcat"

DavidEhrenstein said...

So nice to learn about someone important I've never heard of. Merci Colin!

Yes that Ozon with Deneuve must be new.

Are you familiar with Louis-Ronan Choisy at all, Dennis. Cause I'd love to do a Louis-Ronan Choisy Day.

allesfliesst said...

our walk took us across the vast expanse of tempelhof airport, which was abandoned in 2008 and is open to the public now. i'd never been there, and probably wouldn't have gone without this, but it felt good to stroll up and down runways and the atmosphere was just right to think about life and death or not think about it but...walk. after that we had dinner at an arabian restaurant and spent the rest of the night drinking at a bar in kreuzberg that used to be catachrestic's favorite bar if memory serves me, and i came home at 5.30 in the morning and feel kind of slow and sleepy today but will have to go to an event where poems will be dropped from a helicopter or something later. it's called 'poetry rain,' and a look outside the window tells me that poetry won't be the only thing raining. will try to get some work done now with a heavy head.

Bollo said...

Hi Dennis
yeah stuffs fine but slow on the art front, too many ideas and not enough money to make them bla bla bla it got me down, so for now they go into my lil book of stuff to do at some stage.
just bought tickets for the 2nd and last nights of Jerk (not free the first night). from what ive seen on youtube in french im excited. i never believe blurbs or reviews that much.
have the fun

my word verification is "cusnest" i think this is now may fav new word

poet CAConrad said...

It's great seeing feature!
Thanks Colin!
Thanks Dennis!

Pilgarlic said...

Colin, thanks for that, I'd never heard of him, either. He seems more relevant than Reinaldo Arenas ever was / is ? Argueably, of course...
Yep Dennis, timing, as well as, place, seems to be everything, with drugs. You did benefit from living in California, when it came to acid, and my guess why would be slightly-informed conjecture. Enough people still desired it, and it was made by the heir apparents of Stanley Owlsley, perhaps? While, in the south, we succumbed to Hunter Thompson's claim that "Conciousness expansion went out with LBJ, and, downers came in with Nixon." Indeed, as I was coming to hallucinogenics, people were fleeing to reds, 'ludes, and valium, and chasing them with alcohol, which they were treating like a brand new drug. Where I lived, south Georgia, the ranges of three psilocybin mushroom varieties overlapped. Psilocybe coprophilia, or, dung-loving, most often grew on horse manure, was small, and provided a speedy, jittery, laugh-soddened high, more like today's Ectstacy. Psilocybe cubensis, or, Common large, was the one that grew in cowshit,and, provided all the visuals, as well as the added benefit of temporary insanity. Psilocybe caerulipes, or, Blue-foot, was another kickass variety that was harder to identify than the other two, as it would grow in wood mulch, too. When I attended the large hippie-music fest, Wanee Music Festival, in north Florida, last April, some guys were selling chocolate-covered mushrooms, but, the reviews were very mixed. When I asked them which variety, they looked at me like I had three heads, when, in fact, I only have two. I passed, seeing no good coming from it.
Regarding X, well, other than that 1st time down in Orlando, at the Firestone, with the chupacabra, and dancing with girls and boys, with that amazing lack of sexual tension you so, astutely, pointed out in "SiH", I've never, really, gotten off on it. Maybe it's one of those drugs that the 1st time can never be recreated ? Okay, there was this other time, at PEP, one of the bdsm clubs where I took two $25.00 tabs of X, and proceeded to crawl in and out of my own skin as a guy had long needles shoved up his not very long, but, really fat erection. His screams remain with me until this day. And, the little guy, with the large erection, who had deformed arms, his hands were where his elbows should've been, but, hey, God endowed him, elsewhere...he was tied to an overhead beam, and paddled, severely, and he was bawling like a baby, crying big wet tears, as his Domme chided him for not keeping his cock as hard as she wanted, and, she would hold the paddle under it, and he'd make it jump up and down, up, and down, over, and over, until it was rigid, purple, and straining upwards, and she'd smile, and paddle him some more. His cries unsettled me, at the time, they make me smile, now. More 3D scrambled eggs at the Awful Waffle, this time with tweaked-out rednecks making fun of my wife and g/f's slutty attire. I took it all with a shrug. I swear, you can't go anywhere, anymore, at 4:30 a.m., with a headful of drugs, and not have somebody say something !

Wolf said...

Oh, wow. Amazing day Colin, thanks. Didn't know the guy (what kind of crazy name is Perlongher???)
Those texts in spanish ar so gorgeous, and reminded me how spanish is the perfect language of poetry, its flowing and singing nature in sharp contrast with the strong intonations and consonants; there really is no translation that can do it justice. Those, even though they're by amazing writers, seem to me to lose so much of the original lines' hypnotic dancing.
I mean, that: "que ese peine engrasado por los pelos del pubis de ese muchacho muerto por las balas de un amor fronterizo guarda incluso los pelos de las manos del muchacho que muerto en la frontera de esa guerra amo-rosa se tocaba", what a wild river of a line, so hard and graceful at once. Goddamm i love that language.
And that Evita story? So hilarious.
And Dennis, that first quote by Jose Quiroga reminded me of Horacio Quiroga, who is one of my favourite writers, and on whom i wanted to do a day but never got round to it but maybe i should... Do you know him? His "Tales of Love, Madness and Death" are kindof exactly what i was trying to say yesterday re:death.
Yeah, so, what's new, well i don't know, not much, we're busy looking fr a place in Brithgon and it's doing my head in a bit, and i feel pretty crap really but you know me, i feel crap 50% of the time, so it's nothing to write home about! Quite literally.
Anyway. Versaille? I hope you're still alive to read those words and haven't passed out from an overdose of gildedness! That palace did this to me. Jesus. I find i can trace my only-recently-cured lifelong hatred of gold to the day i visited it as a kid. But yeah, i think all americans should get free tickets to visit Versaille, then you're really get that whole beheading thing we had going on back then! Ha.
And apart from that, you good?
Oh, we saw Stephen the other day, with Aethanor. T'was awesome, of obvious course.

JW Veldhoen said...

Still pretty sage, since I never wanted to either. I've heard CA Conrad read, excellent fun, actually. PLEASE use what I sent, it'll be good!

steevee said...

Have you heard of the IFC Center's "Queer/Art/Film" program? I just saw the interesting Japanese film FUNERAL PARADE OF ROSES earlier in the week, introduced by a Singaporean filmmaker. They do monthly programs of favorite films selected by queer artists (Genesis P-Orridge is doing November) who talk about them and do a Q&A afterwards. They've finished their program through the end of 2010, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in approaching them if you're going to be in New York at some point in 2011. I don't know either of the organizers myself, but I have friends who do, and I'm sure I could help you get in touch with them.

JW Veldhoen said...

Evita lives

Killer Luka said...

uh oh. poe-tray! awesome.

hi hot stuff. How are you feeling?
Here's uh two more videos we did.

The fist is "British Talk" and then my impression of a Francis Bacon painting as I promised earlier. It's about 1:05 mins in total viewing time so that's 1:05 mins of your life officially wasted.

Free Porn XXX vids! no not really.

So I am gonna draw George the enigmatic and affectless porn star and finish my Ganymede drawing if it kills me. Are you going to NYC? When? Will I have to stay longer just so I can finally meet you and pounce and climb your frame like a cracked-out cat then vomit a fur ball on your face? That's how I show affection. Ok maybe I'll just steal you a burrito.


Killer Luka said...

ha ha "fist. Freudian slip? Fiste moi! Fiste moi! hmmm no, merci.

disco 3-way said...

I would love to meet up with you, you think you have the time? I will definitely come and see this thing at New museum.

I'm moving because I have heard myself complaining about living in Stockholm for too long now and I got a grant. And also I had a very painful breakup. I need to get away. I am scared though New York seems so big. Hope I won't be too lonely, I dont know many people there but it will sort I hope.
I go there to work on the next novel as well. I want to run through this almost. I just want to trust my body. The first book was so unbelivably painful, it was very masochistic. I didn't plan much at all just wrote what i felt like in the moment. I got a contract with a pubisher before i had finished it and the last six months of writing it I tried to make it logigal and easy to follow. It was a lot of text that didn't fit in this. It feels kind of like a broken book. That it is missing some arm or something.
I hope to find another form for the next one.
I'm very interested in how you have said you write your books. Something like you don't plan the content but make a structure for a novel beforehand..maybe I misunderstood but I'm really interested in how other writers do.

Bernard Welt said...

I think this message that I received from someone in Germany on a social site may have come from a friend or patron of one of your escort or slave pals:

"I look for nice men to become acquainted! With one to see fallen which results in itself! Do not ask me simply I bite, much fun.: -)"

Colin said...

DavidEhrenstein: Thanks; yeah, that was pretty much my reaction when first reading Perlongher, I couldn't believe he wasn't more well-known. His poems really do it for me.

poet CAConrad: no, no, no, thankYOU.

Pilgarlic: Thank-you! I think the Arenas comparison is such a good one, and really interesting to think about the differences and similarities in the political situations they were dealt. I have to confess I love and fervently admire both writers.

Wolf: thank-you for this amazing analysis and description of Perlongher's poems. 'hard and graceful', 'hynoptic dancing'- that's exactly what I love about his work. To my shame, I don't have any Spanish at all (short of ordering a beer) so I only know Perlongher in translation. I am brimming over with envy of you being able to read these in the original Spanish. If these translations are second-best, though, ooowah what a consolation prize... i love them.

It's very interesting what you say about the Spanish because I think I've read somewhere that Perlongher is meant to be one of those 'untranslatable' writers, and it has put a lot of people off having a go. Of the translations I've read, Steve and CA's versions work best for me, seem to have the most energy and thrill. Thanks again so much for your response.

Dennis, thanks so much for putting this up. As usual I haven't seen as much at E-Festival as I'd like. Highlights: Lydia Davis reading and talk, Joan Mitchell exhibition, Iran Do Espirito Santo exhibition and The Wooster Group's Vieux Carre by Tennessee Williams.

JW Veldhoen said...

Looking up pardejon on google brings up the question does one mean "Pradejón" in Spain. A home for us!

alan said...

Colin, This is a wonderful post. What a fascinating figure Perlongher was. Seems to have been a real hero. That satirical appropriation of Evita sounds like genius.

KIller Luka, Hey, I can’t watch your new videos because I’m not on Facebook.

Colin said...

JW Veldhoen: thanks. I would love to see CA Conrad read. I can imagine that's amazing. Having no Spanish, I can't help you with the pardejon thing but I do know that Perlongher often morphed words for double meanings etc, which is another reason he's known as being difficult to translate. Could be one of them? Just reminded myself of the context and it sounds like that is definitely intentional- great spot!,that was totally over my head. Thanks.

Alan, thanks. Yeah, Evita Vive pushes all my buttons. That translator, E.A. Lacey, sounds like a really interesting guy too, and the book that comes from 'My Deep Dark Pain is Love' has a cover to match its awesome title:

tomkendall said...

I need to spend longer with these poems. I'm in a mental funk.

Sorta can't bring myself to look at the novel or work on it right now. I'm hoping that going back to work on wednesday will (a) make me more focused by providing a structure
but hopefully (b) WONT make me regret wasting the summer.

GNR were....good while they were playing. Axl threw a classic fit. They were an hour late. They did play november rain though and it was AMAZING. hahaha. Axl's teeth were so white.

Yo Dennis there's a documentary about Alex Higgins on bbc soon. It's called the people's champ or something.

What else? Going to see the mountain goats in a week or so. YESSSS!!! Also hopefully going to see MF Doom in october. I would be ridiculously pleased to see him.

DavidEhrenstein said...

The star of Funeral Parade of Roses (the title an obvious hommage to Genet) is a very famous transvestite performer named Peter. The crowning achievement of his career was his pivotal role in Kurosawa's Ran as the court Jester or "Fool" (as identified in King Lear from which Ran was adapted)

Sypha said...

Dennis, well, there's been a change of plan. I'm thinking of maybe turning this whole "Woonsocket-la-Morte" thing I've been talking about into a pictorial day for the blog now. Because as I've been working on it, I realize that as fiction, it isn't all that interesting, but if I can turn it into a sort of guided tour with photographs and some commentary, that might prove enlightening.

DavidEhrenstein said...

Latest FaBlog: Let‘s Play The Visconti Card

Wolf said...

...oh, wait, dennis you weren't actually in versaille, i was too busy being a dork to read the ps properly, DOH. nevermind.

trees said...

hey colin-

great post! didn't know anything about Perlongher, and this was quite an amazing introduction. definitely looking more into his work. thanks!


hey! hope you're well. i've been okay, though the past week has been somewhat harried. probably the highlight was finding a copy of 'Querelle' for two bucks, and then seeing my friends Light Asylum play on Friday night. i also watched the movie 'Philosophy of a Knife' with my main man— kind of shocking, but we both took a morphine pill each before viewing, so we watched it in a particularly passive manner.

have i told you about the record label i'm starting? it's going to be called 'Nightmare Sex Tape,' and the first record is going to be by my friends Brotman & Short. they kind of sound like Units mixed with a bit of early Big Black and some Detroit acid. you'd probably dig, here is a link to the first track:


statictick said...

Hey everyone. Just wanted to say it's really hard for me to deal with the computer because of still-dangling arm. A chiropractor was recommended but didn't have office hours over the weekend. And there's the huge question as to whether medicare pays for that.

So, I find out tomorrow or hit the ER, I guess.

It's been hard to sit here unable to type and comment on posts. hope i'm back at it soon.

Dennis: I will do the promised Porch Rat thing once this is all dealt with.


Jeff said...


I should have just left it at the first sentence instead of trying to be cute with the Being Fucked part. The first sentence says what needed to be said. I hope that when I die, I die completely and forever, but all I know is existence, and I am terrified of death.

I wish I was never born. That is why I will never have children, because I don't want to create another person who might also wish they were never born.

Eli Jürgen said...

Yeah the Weatherston trial was major huge news last year, he had a really bizarre trial where he giggled a lot and tried to claim provocation. Clearly a big narcissist, kinda that type of nerdy dude who someone gets a hot girlfriend then goes crazy when she leaves her shit town for something better. My fav bit was how he tried to blame it on having three prozacs that day instead of one, cos it makes such a huge difference.

Did some major work on the pink painting which turned into crazy renovations which you can see <a href=">here</a>. As a result I now have awesome hard wood floors and blisters all over my fingers from ripping out carpet tacks. There's been a lot of masturbation jokes. I love my new lounge though, it looks so bougie. Have you seen the movie Josh and S.A.M.? I watched it last night, it was weird but cool.

steevee said...

Someone asked about Peter after the FUNERAL PARADE screening, and Ira Sachs mentioned that he appeared in RAN. Actually, several cast members had worked with or would work with Kurosawa.

My favorite name in the credits was "Tony Madrid."

Sypha said...

Oh yeah Dennis, like Luka I'm kind of curious if you're going to be in NYC in October myself, cuz I have a vacation due that month and I'm thinking of maybe dropping by. I know, I always say that, but maybe this year it'll really happen.

Plexus said...
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Plexus said...

hi Dennis,
my weekend was ok. quiet. i slept and read mostly. i am feeling really really really down so i dunno if its these books or my brain or its getting closer to going to visit my father or all and i am feeling really paranoid about people that i don't know judging me you know like exposing my real writing not like my brainless and stupid and angry for attention kind of writing but sometimes they are the same thing. i am not making sense. oh well. how was yours - what did you do? i didnt go to this vampire ball for charity thing after all. ha. i started juliette by Sade. its huge in many ways. i also got Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley. i can't write when i am reading and vice versa. yeah Roald Dahls stories for adults are fucked up. one was about animal torture and mutilation and bullying this kid which gave me nightmares for weeks so i wouldnt be suprised to learn if h read some Sade. i have work all day tomorrow. and um i guess that is it.
thank you for your comment,

Jeff said...

Don't want to live, but I'm scared to die

Creative Massacre said...

Hey Dennis –

How are you? I’m doing well, considering I’m fighting a cold. School is going well also, I’m really enjoying my Intro to Art class I’m discovering a lot of new artists and whatnot. It’s very interesting.

My weekend as been fucked up! A lot of weird shit as been happening in my town as of late! Like the other day, there was a guy that was supposedly bludgeoned to death with a baseball bat and the culprit was my ex-neighbor. She was and has been really fucked up on drugs and alcohol, so apparently she was in her apartment with this guy and they started fighting or whatever and she ended up grabbing a bat and hitting him with it. From the news story, a lot of her neighbors got involved and apparently one of them grabbed the dude and choked him to death. What’s fucked up is the crazy whore used to come over to my house and visit my parents! (That makes two known murders now that have been to my apartment. Well 1 murderer and one supposed murderer!) Then on Friday, we had 5 deaths occur in my city with two different fires. The first one happened Friday morning, fire broke out in a house and killed a family of 4 then a couple of hours later another fire broke out in a small trailer court or camping area and killed another woman! It’s been pretty crazy around here. Haha, I’ve just been staying inside.

Misanthrope said...

Colin, I have to agree with others here: Perlongher should be so much BIGGER! His cadences remind me a bit of Whitman as well as the 'look' of his poems. But of course, they're completely different but are still the stuff of Life.

Dennis, That 'secret cause' is from Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. It's always haunted me.

Seacrest is evil definitely. I was watching an episode of Chelsea Lately a few weeks ago, then Seacrest's E! News came on. It was after watching about 10 minutes of this that I realized just how evil he is.

Here's why he's evil: he's constantly pushing mediocrity upon us. From the E! News show to his Top 40 radio show to AI. Of course, this is a bit subjective, but the entertainment and entertainers he's constantly trying to force-feed us are so mediocre as not to be entertainers or entertainment at all. And this is how he makes his living.

Add to that his thinly-veiled homophobia in his sparring with Simon on AI as well as his his E! News show - which does nothing but report on celebrities' dirt, most often making stories out of non-stories and making celebrities out of reality show people who we wouldn't walk across the street to see - and he's nothing but evil.

Here's an example of his evil-ness on his E! News show (and I think whether you like Mel Gibson or not, you can see Seacrest's evil-ness in this): While reporting on some reality show star or other (I think the girl was caught getting a pedicure!), there's this in the crawl: "Coming Up: Mel Gibson Tirade Witness Reportedly Dies." Well, right away, just from that you're suspecting there was some foul play or something, right? Mel had her killed! But no! The woman had Stage 4 breast cancer and finally succumbed to it. And that's a news story? A headline? What the fuck? Pure evil.

Misanthrope said...

nerstes, I just wanted to say that your comment about the Death Artists day the other day is kind of what I was talking about. Your honesty in your comment was much appreciated by me.

JW Veldhoen said...

Wow that is a GREAT song El-Jeffe. Totally ripped it and stuck it on my Facebook. I hope that don't make you feel bad. Compliments, shit man. COS I FEEL SO FUCKING BAD THAT SONG HIT THE SPOT. Bad drinks, bad wants.

Plexus said...

oh i also got Liber Al Vel Legis. have you read Crowley?
so i did write a thing. and i am not afraid.

Bill said...

Colin, thanks for the introduction to Perlongher's fascinating work and life. My reading this weekend has moved into a somewhat similar thematic groove: Pedro de Jesus' Frigid Tales, Justin Spring's biography of Samuel Steward, and Tim Lawrence's book on Arthur Russell.

It helps to distract me from being upset that so many people showed up at the horrible Glenn Beck rally. Sigh.


Colin said...

Trees: Thank-you! Really glad you liked.

Misanthrope: Yeah, he really should be bigger, and i think he will be, sometime. Whitman comparison feels right-on to me.

Will: I don't see your comment here, but I got it in the email stream- thanks so much for your really kind and thoughtful response.

Bill: Thank-you. Wow, what a fantastic selectioon of weekend reading. I need to get my hands on that Steward book.

Jeff said...


I'm glad you like the song. It doesn't make me feel bad that you put it on facebook. Your comment makes me feel bad.

I know that I am an idiot. Isn't that bad enough?

Liz said...

Hi there Colin! I also translate Perlongher. In fact Steve Dolph contacted me some years back and I sent him some of my translations.

Take a look here,

where i put a few online. There is a longer essay linked from that where I ramble on about doing the translation and thinking about Perlongher's work. Cheers!

Liz Henry
Composite - Tech & Poetics

Colin said...

Hi Liz.

Thank-you so much! Some beautiful translations! Your version of the poem 'Hustler' is just gorgeous. I wish I could have linked to that in the day, sorry to have missed you out.

Your thoughts about translating Perlongher are really fascinating, too!!

Jessica said...

I liked this. A teacher of the spanish school in Argentina that I'm going recommended us, his students this.
Thanks for sharing =)