Anew No Poetry For U: The Real Outside

Much of the original format of this small, dessicated sack of Internet consisted of a stringing of interesting articles, poems, images, and flicks that I encountered or wanted to store in hard memory--what I really want to do is write a more formal organum based on my former material, mainly a collection of odds (with no ends) in the world of outsider art, literature, and experience with some of my commentary. That is, my main interest encompasses people who are creating interesting material even though they are outside the margins of art or society. These include: ()the mentally ill, the ()cognitively different, ()convicts and prisoners, ()folk or naive artist, and to a smaller degree the ()politically shunned (feminists, eco-activists, etc): including artists who were inspired by the works and ideas of outsiders (de-focusing painting, since it is so widespread).

I will slowly and methodically extinct the former material which does not mesh once this white corner of Internet mulch is replaced by a more harmonic repertoire of nick-knacks, a collection of jars.

Consider this "Under Construction" noisy, obstructive, and soon to be polished.

The best way to navigate through this material is to select a topic or tag and view the elements contained within. You can also relax and simply click on the "next" button at the end of the featured post.

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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Albert Fish 1934

My Dear Mrs. Budd,
     In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1-3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold to the Butchers to be cut up and used for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak-chops-or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or a girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them-tortured them-to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 yr old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was Cooked and eaten except head-bones and guts. He was Roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried, stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 st., near-right side. He told me so often how good Human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3-1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese- strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there,I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and Called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run downstairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick-bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.

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