Detroit Punk City

Detroit has an awesome reputation in many musical genres, but the feeling absorbed when walking its streets, especially in the lower part of the Cass Corridor-- especially after a couple beers-- is the raw edge of punk.

Or maybe I felt that way last week because I stopped at an infamous punk bar near downtown called the 2500 Club. Small tough place; punk band in black setting up; tough-looking attractive punk girl behind the bar; tough-looking manager telling her how he'd got the scar on his chin in some rumble or other.

Afterward with steam coming from manhole covers and abandoned buildings looming everywhere-- interspersed with occasional open party store or inhabited dark-brick urban hotel; punk music still echoing through my ears-- I felt, as deep as I ever have, the stark aura of punk, its characteristic edge.

I walked through dropping temperature to Lafayette Coney Island for a couple carryout coney dogs, a brief warm moment of populated life, then back to the surreal blackness of urban nightworld, passing a nightclub which a few weeks prior had police department "crime scene" tape across its doors and two chalk body outlines on the sidewalk in front. Now it was open for business with a phalanx of bouncers standing in front of the doors-- all wearing hats and all of them black except one tough-looking white dude. In Detroit people look tougher than in other cities. Everyone looks tough. Maybe because everyone here IS tough. It's a unique aesthetic; real; fascinating; artistically stimulating: what keeps Detroit from the complacent genteel phoniness of so much of America and what it ultimately has to sell.

Detroit Arts

I received a flurry of outraged response a couple months ago on another blog when I suggested that New York City was dead as an arts city. The famed New York blog "Gawker" reprinted my words and invited attacks. The response was all outrage and no argument, because what I had said was true. Their literary and arts scene is stagnant. The great city has priced any true bohemia out of existence. They've destroyed their artistic roots. Breeding grounds there for original art are gone.

In August I had walked the New York streets-- which were filled with the usual grim-faced office people-- and for the first time in that metropolis felt no excitement; no vibe. Not until later did I realize the cause: no surprises. There was no longer anything in New York City which surprised me-- only the same recycled postures and regurgitated ideas; simulations of independence sold with conglomerate packaging. No "new." No shocks. No innovation.

Artistic energy now resides in of all places Detroit. Amid the broken-down wasteland grittiness, the sense of shattered-glass dog-eat-dog fight to survive, there's a lurking spirit in the ruined place that for the artist and writer is fascinating and invigorating.

For all the stark tragedy of Detroit's streets, it's a great place to write. Maybe because of the tragedy; the city's everpresent SOUL. One tastes something of what the life of Francois Villon must've been like!

Revamping the ULA

One reason I'm here, before moving on to other locales, is to help revamp the ULA's look, which needs to be more "Detroit," more dangerous, in step with the rep and reality of the Underground Literary Alliance itself.
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Why Talent Leaves Detroit

I was reminded of that last night at a reading I attended at a Detroit art gallery. The readers were lukewarm at best, the crowd lethargic while the event was going on, yet after it was over there was a pronounced air of self-congratulation. A complacency unneeded in this city, which across the board is not competing well with other cities.

Present were some of the usual suspects, the creme de la creme of Detroit's lit scene, like George and Chris Tysh. When I was co-editing Pop Literary Gazette in 1998, George Tysh mocked our use of ballyhoo in a review he wrote for the local alternative weekly rag. So I went to the east coast and did 100 times the ballyhoo and shook the established literary world there to its foundations.

The ULA has engaged in ballyhoo, yes-- but we've always backed it up. Our writers, like Wred Fright, James Nowlan, and others ARE very good. We DO put on the most exciting lit shows around, which has been remarked upon time and again. After our CBGB's press conference; after our Medusa show; after our "Howl" reading crash; earlier this year at The Underground in Philadelphia, the remarks are the same: "Wow! That was an exciting event." It's not hype if you can back it up.

What's my course in Detroit now? If I use the King Wenclas persona, my voice and my ballyhoo, done here it would be like dropping a jet among a squadron of biplanes. I'd be sure to piss off the locals, and I've already done enough of that time and again, usually with people of higher standing.

If I had sense I'd take the next bus back to Philly, but I don't have bus fare. . . .

Uptick in a Down Trend

Great local news about a financial company intending to locate in Detroit. Still, much more needs to be done. It's debatable whether or not the city has hit bottom. When I arrived back here recently I experienced culture shock. There is less business activity, less car and foot traffic, downtown now than there was ten years ago, so one can hardly yet call anything a revival.

Will the new employees become simply more captive hostages-- have that attitude-- as they show for their jobs and park in the attached parking garage then flee as soon as worked has ended? This seems to be the pattern now.

What's needed is to change the perception of the name itself. This can be done best through a cultural revival-- one that gives Detroit cachet beyond the local area.

The city has tremendous problems but great potential also.

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