I represent South African culture… This place… a lot of different things. Blacks, whites… Coloureds, English….

So begins Die Antwoord’s debut album, $0$. That’s right, dollar signs. Representing Zef culture, South Africa’s white, post-Apartheid redneck community, Die Antwoord makes shiny, grimy world party music.

How to describe their sound? Let’s take M.I.A.’s electro-African beats, the trailer-trash soul of a Kid Rock music video, with a little old-school 90‘s Aqua (think “Barbie Girl”) on top. Die Antwoord, Afrikaans …

Read more →

You. legato and polyform,
likened to another squall
leathery crepe skin fragile at a glance
unfoldings perfunctory thanks to logic

I am what I am afraid of

I fear my machine parts
blowing off their hinges

Moldings and cross-sections
of an ideal fit

I will be passed over by possibility of
beauty

airplanes vs. helicopters
spread-armed breasts or spiral wall

milk blossom poised to erect
as phallic mother

multiple sap oozings

An indestructible plastic necessitates male
and female parts

Form begs shattering to reach molded core,
as underlying as brick to lime honey
to blood-orange …

Read more →

Dear Poetry: Welcome to the 21st Century. Brandon Scott Gorrell, among the first writers to make his name entirely through Internet publication, has made the leap to publishing with his first book of poems, care of Muumuu House. Gorrell’s first book of poems, “During My Nervous Breakdown I Want to Have a Biographer Present,” compiles 37 poems published across the blogosphere into …

Read more →

i jabbed your tongue
on a
stuck-pin for punish

like a pink stuffed-animal turtle
cracked between glass plates

i called some nazis
from a call-in
nazi service

they came and stuffed
a roast beef in my ass-crack

like an ass was a place-can
the roast beef ran reeled in by the kissing-line

my nose was filled
with creamy, fluffy,
puffy fluffy clouds

if you pulled they would squirt hibiscus sweetness
and jet wriggling …

Read more →