Category: Eddie Woods

Remembering Elisabeth


Today marks 30 years since my dear friend Elisabeth Lemoine passed away. Her story is complicated, and that of her death convoluted. In time I hope to write about both. Just as the late Australian artist Vali Myers had often urged me to, adding: “She is precisely my kind of people.” Elisabeth, you see, was a very talented painter as well as a beautiful and loving whore. She was also a devoted admirer of Vali’s work. Once, sitting on my lap and holding a big book of the artist’s prints, she patiently explained Vaii’s more complex paintings to me, pointing out many fine details that I’d not previously seen.

Jack Micheline rides again!

November greetings, y’all!

I hope you are keeping warm or cool or dry, depending on what the weather is like in your part of the world.

But wherever you are, you’re only a couple of clicks away from ordering issue #63 of Beat Scene magazine. Which is hot off the press and contains (along with so much else) my definitive interview with the late troubadour poet Jack Micheline.

8-Finger Eddie RIP

I’d heard of him, of course, but we hadn’t yet met. Until Kathmandu 1976. I was walking along whatever street, when a girl calls to me saying, “Eight Finger’s in town!” ‘Nice,’ I thought. ‘Not that I’ll recognize him, mind. I haven’t a clue what he looks like.’ Some days later (my journal tells me it was Wednesday, April 14th) I was at the Spirit Catcher bookshop. Place I’d taken to hanging out in, plus on certain evenings reciting poetry; and where I met many people for the first time who would eventually become friends, colleagues: Ira Cohen (and his then ‘Kali muse’ Petra Vogt), Angus MacLise, Roberto Valenza etc. I refer to what transpired next in my memorial poem for Roberto, Irreverent Homage. Hereunder is the fuller version…

Sensitive Skin #3 blasts off!

Hi Folks!

As Superman would say: Up, up and away!
Hey, I was Superman once! (A little ‘in joke,’ for those in the know. Tee-hee.)

And so I’m here to tell you that Sensitive Skin #3 has been launched and is flying high.

I could talk and talk about how great it is. But seeing is believing and so too is hearing. Writing and photography and videos and audios and…like wow! Sensitive Skin has all that and more.

Yes, I too am there. With a short video some of you have seen, but most of you not. (And this is its best ever presentation.) Namely Yaron Ben-Nun’s film adaptation of my poem “Bananas.” Along with a brief back-story about how the poem happened, and then the film. From me going down on a black GI in Hong Kong to meeting Yaron at Xaviera Hollander’s and reciting “Bananas” for him.

But this is not only about me. This is about lots of good stuff!

The Gangster Poet

“That get-up is perfect for you. You’re the gangster poet, after all.”
Harold Norse to Eddie Woods (Amsterdam, 1984)

“But I am the gangster poet of this age. And I have enough fucking ammunition to wipe out as much opposition as will ever come up against me. And every fucking bullet will hit the mark, because I am a good shot.– Eddie Woods (in the telephone prose-poem “Bloody Mary”)

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