The Alt Radical Bleak and The Art of Confrontation or how working class and honest poor whites became an oppressed minority group Confrontation Art Scene Author’s note: this is the third and, for now, final piece on the ARB. – Marlow Downtown big city cable, broadcast and print media on both coasts had fallen prey […]

Author’s note: As a brief respite from my series of ARB pieces, here are some musings about post storm flood reckonings. – Marlow During the 2004 and 2005 hurricane seasons, while sitting in my former isle seat, friends and I dealt directly with the aftermaths of the floods of seven hurricanes’ storm surges. They came […]

Editor’s Note: The remnants of the disaster in Texas will be with us for a while, and another storm that could threaten Cat 5 consequences on the East Coast is rising west of Africa. It is the first day of September, the start of a holiday weekend, and if you have not contributed to the […]

Editor’s Note: Marlow nails some important stuff here- particularly what happens to those of us of a certain age in the midst of the night, and the thoughts that come in the small hours, when the powers of darkness are exalted. – Vic Author’s note: I have been kicking this around in my head for […]

Editor’s Note: I have some shipmates I am eager to see at the Fleet Landing on the other side of the Styx. Well, not that eager. I am happy to take my time if I am granted it. My family had river sailors in the Civil War- Union, of course, part of Operation Anaconda- but […]

Author’s note: After spending an entire summer season, here are an initial impression of sultry Sundays in the Hostess City. sun-dressed women without men in a Savannah church Sunday morning; their men are gone or in jail or insane or dead; one floats by in a chic and attractive frock, waiting . . . hoping […]

Editor’s Note: This is a very personal introspection from shipmate Marlow on his new ‘hood in South Carolina. Regardless of the specific GPS coordinates, we are truly in terra incognita now, aren’t we? – Vic Almost every day I travel here in Savannah through local borderlands. What I see and hear in these places reminds […]

Months passed before I began to figure out what lay beneath and beyond my sight as I drove north over Savannah’s US Route 17 bridge. Do you know which bridge I mean? The memorial one named after Eugene, the former three term Georgia governor and bitter angel of the Jim Crow era, Talmadge. There is […]

Editor’s Note: God help me, Doctor Hunter S. Thompson, whose earthly remains were recently shot from a cannon at his beloved Owl Creek Farm near Aspen, CO, was one of the formative influences on my professional and artistic life. This is Marlow’s take this morning. God help us all. Bats Over Barstow America is speeding […]

After another failed attempt to find some meaningful discussion on the Sunday morning news-talk shows, this off-the-cuff parody of Paul Simon’s song Danglng Conversations wrote iteself. In a kind of wised-up New York City way, Simon’s song was about lost love. DC’s a lifeless action hero comic book In a early evening hotel room The […]