Fug You & the Horse You Rode in On

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Lordy-lordy. weirdness redux.

A rabid flashback to the 1960s and life on the lower east side through the beaming Peace-Eyes of inspired, rant-chanting rebel, Ed Sanders—poet, peace-creep, gush-flusher, porn-ape, bardic Fug-hugging tantric flame-thrower… anti-nuking nooky-guzzling communard of the cosmic piss-off.

If you think that was hard to say, you’re too young to remember.

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As a flowering teen hipster, Sanders was my high school beatheart with the accent on “high’.” Despite the lurking dangers I often made the pilgrimage to the Peace Eye bookstore on Avenue A to “slouch & skulk” amid the hallowed poem-tomes and back issues of Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts, and basked in the musty moon spew. It was there that—in an act of sheer Socialist Utopian generosity—Sanders bestowed upon this groveling word-urchin an even-then rare copy of his mimeo’d Fuck You Press edition of Roosevelt After Inauguration by William Burroughs (with hand-drawn cover* by Allen Ginsberg).

Alas, not my copy

Does anyone remember the Anderson Theater where Jim Morrison and the author’s satiric cult-rock band The Fugs performed? I do.

And now you can, too!!

All those long-gone, ear-splitting, hashish’d mimeo-thrill-times are bottled inside this beatific memoir zapped out by Da Capo Press.

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Nice to see that at age 72 Sanders’ spirit hasn’t dulled, even if he claims to be too “creaky” to camp-out at Occupy Wall Street. Hell, he still supports the movement in absentia with vegetarian prayer-fasts.

And—praise Rah!—he still spews exclamation marks like confetti hailing an ancient Egyptian death-bash!

photo by Derek Pell

Buy Fug You or…

go fug yourself!!!

 

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*The cover and many other rarities from the E.S. archives are reproduced in Fug You: An Informal History of the Peace Eye Bookstore, the Fuck You Press, the Fugs, and Counterculture in the Lower East Side.

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