Even In The End.

Even in the End
by Peter Sutherland

Letterpress printed.
Engravings by A&G, Los Angeles.
Black ink on 80lb. Finch Opaque Vellum paper.
6 x 9 inches. 24 pages.
Hand sewn binding.,Edition of 500 plus A.P.

Peter Sutherland and Gottlund Verlag are excited to announce a new collaboration in print - Even in the End. A slim edition of black and white images printed by hand from photo engraved copperplates.
The rugged nature of the book matches the wild and epic scale of the images. We have allowed in the printing and binding for any inconsistencies to present themselves as evidence of the process.

{The consistantly amazing output of Nicholas, and Gottlund Verlag never ceases to amaze me. Along with the AFOREMENTIONED Henry Roy book, this new release from Peter Sutherland looks fantastic. What a word. Fantastic}

This Changes Everything.

{Now and again, I'll get a random email out of the blue from somebody, maybe into what I'm doing, or into something similar. CHRIS TAYLOR (not of Grizzly Bear or any previous posts) set me an email yesterday, and I got to take a look at his work. Really great stuff. I told him, and don't mind repeating: He had me at the Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle cover photo}

Territorial.

{Good call MR BARBER. Two classics. KC and JR. Epic. Did that special edition 2 disc version of Bleach come out yet?}

P.S Screengrab -T Shirt Coming Soon? I mean: Never.

Goldshit.

{The BS REPORT. No idea who's behind this, but I know that it's good}

LVI

Wanting.

{Patiently waiting the SECOND EDITION, now that the first has sold out. Sleeping.

THE RISEN TIDE OF SHIT AND FAILURE

"A small non definitive or comprehensive compendium of images lifted from 90's hardcore punk culture.

Second Edition Coming Soon.
2 color hand printed covers.
$6 postage paid in US"

BLACK TENT PRESS constantly blowing minds with their output. Always amazing, and I still can't get over THAT Pajo record}

Wondering.

{HISHAM AKIRA BHAROOCHA. New Website}

T2

{I've wanted a Contax T3 for a long time. Then a friend of mine came into a T2 he kindly lent me for a while. I took it to the Highline Park on a nice afternoon last week, and tested out a couple of films}

House Of The Devil

{This was PERFECT Halloween viewing. Dude went all out making a legit early 80's horror movie. Satanism. Weird panning. Lunar Eclipses. Cheesy titles. Walkmans. Surprise Deaths. Carving Knives. Scary phone calls. Comedy. Pizza. Dance Routines. Pentagrams. Just fully immersing himself in the genre. Even down to the opening credits, and the perfect poster campaigns}

{VII}

The bars close at three a.m on Saturday nights so I go home about 3:45 after eating breakfast at Riker's on the corner of Christopher Street and Seventh Avenue. I dropped the News and Mirror on the couch and peeled off my seersucker coat and dropped it on top of them. I was going straight to bed.

At this point, the buzzer rang. It's a loud buzzer that goes through you so I ran over quick to push the button and release the outside door. Then I took my coat off the couch and hung it over a chair so no one would sit on it, and I put the papers in a drawer. I wanted to be sure they would be there when I woke up in the morning. Then I went over and opened the door. I timed it just right so that they didn't get a chance to knock.

Four people came into the room. Now I'll tell you in a general way who those people were and what they looked like since the story is mostly about two of them.

Phillip Tourian is seventeen years old, half Turkish and half American. He has a choice of several names but prefers Tourain, His father goes under the name of Rogers. Curly black hair falls over his forehead, his skin is very pale, and he has green eyes. He was sitting down in the most comfortable chair with his leg over the arm before the others were all in the room.

This Phillip is the kind of boy literary fags write sonnets to, which start out, "O raven-haired Grecian lad..." He was wearing a pair of very dirty slacks and a khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing hard muscular forearms.

Ramsey Allen is an impressive-looking gray-haired man of forty or so, tall and a little flabby. He looks like a down-at-the-heels actor, or someone who used to be somebody. Also he is a southerner and claims to be of a good family, like all southerners. He is a very intelligent guy but you wouldn't know it to see him now. He is so stuck on Phillip he is hovering over him like a shy vulture, with a foolish sloppy grin on his face.

Al is one of the best guys I know, and you couldn't find better company. And Phillip is all right too. But when they get together something happens, and they form a combination which gets on everybody's nerves.

Agnes O'Rourke has an ugly Irish face and close-cropped black hair, and she always wears pants. She is straightforward, manly, and reliable. Mike Ryko is a nineteen-year-old, red haired Finn, sort of a merchant seaman dressed in dirty khaki.

Well, that's all there were, the four of them, and Agnes held up a bottle.

{From And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks, by William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac}

And The Hippo's Were Boiled In Their Tanks.

{Just finished this. A two afternoon read. And good too. Especially if you live in, or are familiar with New York. Makes you want to be a sailor. Or hard drinker. Or just wear Khakis around town.

Written just following, and based upon, the murder of David Kammerer by Lucien Carr, it has remained unpublished for years. It's pretty much the earliest work of either author, and each takes turns narrating chapters; Burroughs as Will Denninson, and Kerouac as Mike Ryko.

Burroughs wasn't ever interested in publishing it, and following his death his estate was unable to get it out there, due to friendships and legal wranglings with Lucien Carr. Who obviously wasn't too keen on it being put into print considering he had spent the rest of his release from jail trying to put the whole thing behind him. Interestingly Kerouac and Burroughs were also both arrested following the murder, for not informing the police. Burroughs posted bail, Kerouac stayed behind bars (his father refusing to post for him) until he could marry Edie Parker, while in jail, and have her family bail him out.

Following Carr's death in 2005, Penguin released the first edition last year, with Grove Press publishing the US version.

Highly recommended}