Lunar Follies

PURBACH

New Departures, New Arrivals, Old Masters

The quick wit and twisted imagery of Johnstone Sanderson’s “Nancy” poempix; the unexpurgated love letters, chock full of uninhibited and shimmery filth, of Sanderson William; William MacLise’s generous doses — several in number — of delirious “steel prose”; MacLise Brown’s August ice-cream gouaches, disgustingly compelling; fucking “discourse” and fucking “tropes” and the like, by Brown Forster; the Clitoris Commando Series by the newly notorious, self-styled “Cunt Mama,” Forster John; John Charles’s frothy bubbles (or froth and bubbles) of burgeoning narrative; embedded tautology atop disinterred ontology created in vacuo by Charles Angela, the veteran assemblagist; the sheer vivacity, exuberance, and extravagance of Angela Collins’s “Sheer” portfolio; Collins Anna’s moving photographs of homeless street poets honing their craft; exciting stools of the famous, collected and bronzed by Anna Wilkie of the Atelier de Zotz group; adored meaning, conceived and represented by Wilkie Wendell; Wendell & Warren’s Colorado photos of young people thirsty for art and fun; reconstructions in miniature of charming, friendly, and badly stocked neighborhood bookstores, by Lemon Burdette; Burdette Jones’s glitzy, edgy objects full of elusive racial overtones; a razzberry from el Bronx by Dawn Wasserman’s Gun Hill Road Gang of Gay Girls; Brooklyn boogie, boogie woogie, and woogie wonderland, created by Wasserman Harrison Associates; Harrison Blacke’s little church upon the corner; a cluster of symbolic pens by Blacke White; breathtaking plot-divagation charts, in twenty colors, by White Thorne; distant piles of strangely aloof “stuff” by Thorne Warhol; Warhol Pure’s compelling and really good first book of Berriganesque poetry; the haunting streets of haunting Paris as recreated in West New York, by P.A.P. (Perfect American Products, Inc.).

[A spokeswoman for P.A.P. notes that those who would like to see where “The Haunting Streets” was designed and crafted are welcome to visit the workshop, but she warns that West New York is “actually in New Jersey, which, like, we love it.”]