and be happy, degenerate filth, for Sein und Werden has arisen from the ashes, like a god or a slowly stiffening nipple. It can be ordered here, the print issue includes such luminaries as Misti Rainwater-Lites, Marie Lecrivain and, of course, me, otherwise I'd scarcely mention it. For some perverse reason SuV has a habit of including some very odd poems by me.
There is an online version too with different content. A poem by me is here which, for some reason, denounces "gypsy brats in state supported junkie-flats" and accuses some "mothers" of "mumbling Munchkin mantras" to said brats. I must have been "tired and emotional" when I wrote the fucker.