DAWN – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU

"i'm screaming, i met you this wayyou're nice to me like iceplease, please, Baby Lemonade" - Syd Barrett, "Baby Lemonade" …& yr pink lagunas in the sky at dawn like a timeless south american landscapeyr quivering fingers stained w/ nicotine & orgasmyr insomniac flowers's eyes still dripping w/ last nite's dreamsyr morning breath sprouting from …

BUD POWELL’S MELANCHOLIC SYMPHONY ON LARGACTIL AT THE LAST HOTEL – DIONYSIAC CHRONICLES FROM THE HÔTEL LA LOUISIANE BY HENRIK AESHNA/EROS EN FEU

“il faut que ce feu commence à moi. Ce feu et ces langues, et les cavernes de ma gestation. » antonin artaud Henrik Aeshna/Eros en Feu, Hotel La Louisiane, 2020 Inside, the unmade bed, the scattered journals & notebooks like a storm conspiracy, the scented candles filling the air, the wonderful hysteria created by the lovers …

PARIS POETS: RICHARD WRIGHT – A POEM BY STEVE DALACHINSKY

richard wright stuck in the corner by the staircase in black face & gold letters with cobwebs 52 yrs. an exiled native son oh black boy i place a paper flower beside your square. steve dalachinsky written at Pere Lachaise cemetery 8/01 where Wright's ashes are interred. Steve Dalachinsky (born 1946) is a New York downtown …

PARIS POETS: PARIS IN THE AFTERLIFE, BY ANTONIA ALEXANDRA KLIMENKO

Paris in the Afterlife  In my dream I am always in Paris just as the undergarments of her city  slip slowly from view    Here   the smoke is violet and thick with steam  rising from lovers partings on railroad platforms and under moonlit bridges   To the left and right  her voluptuous pillows--soft and yielding… …