Boog City #34

Boog City 34, June 2006 Available featuring: ***Our Politics section*** “But it was too late. I was too young, too brash, too rough around the edges. I was branded a […]

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Boog City 34, June 2006

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featuring:

***Our Politics section***

“But it was too late. I was too young, too brash, too rough around the
edges. I was branded a Œsocial capitalist.¹ I was an outsider to the
decision-making committee. And don¹t get me started about the effect of my
gonzo prank with Dick Cheney.” –from You Can¹t Always Get What You Want:
Media Activist Hicks on the Green Party Trail by Sander Hicks

***Our Printed Matter section, edited by Mark Lamoureux***

“Simonds¹ voice assumes a brazen authority, unafraid of its own momentum and
revelatory in its own contradictions and metamorphoses.”
–Lamoureux on Sandra Simonds’s Steam

“Nester has an uncanny ability to coax a deeper meaning from a funny moment,
or vice versa. He does so quickly, typically within the space of a few
lines, while social issues fall onto either end of his skewer.”–Scott
Glassman on Daniel Nester’s The History of My World Tonight (Blazevox)

***Our Music section, edited by Jon Berger***

“It¹s a pretty big place and it¹s pretty full, mostly due to the headliner:
Belle and Sebastian collaborator Monica Queen. Well, she may have had the
draw, but I¹m the one who had a bunch of really drunk guys chanting my name
during her set. Equal parts embarrassing and delightful.”–Phoebe Kreutz’s
Anarchy in the Phoebe (Kreutz, That Is): Our Hardcore Folk Singer Makes it
to England–And Back!

***Art editor Brenda Iijima brings us work from Chelsea’s Sook Jin Jo***

***Our Poetry section, edited by Laura Elrick and Rodrigo Toscano***

–Alphabet City’s Sally Silvers with Earning the Badges of Backlash

speculum du jour
histeria hersteria

anti-choice sperm is the
holy water of god

–Harlem’s LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs with

!viva la villanelle!

Te llama la pikaka loli, tu eres onaona ni nalu
Cuando un azotador dágbá en una luminous la nana

Ano kána¹ohe ese láísí sus sirena de Pu¹ukapu!
Lucid to Œawapuhi que ósa bautizaba ngahuru

viva la villanelle: un macaronic (translation)

Your name is jasmine cucumber, you are fragrant like waves
When the caterpillar grows on a luminous spider,

The fisherman is without his siren from sacred hill.
Lucid and ginger like lagoons baptizing autumn

–Bay Ridge’s Jill Magi with New York City, Version 1
(from The Exhibitionary Complex)

Disappointment at the pit forms a group
around a poster of ruins     then silently in white sneakers
now markers of who was there or not     sense of     to teach
them without agreeing seen as local     off the subway.

And photos from Sander Hicks and Phoebe Kreutz.