Johnny Noir

Johnny Noir
Location
Montclair, New Jersey, USA
Birthday
September 23
Title
pulp writer, poet, Nihilist prophet, Neo-Platonist
Company
Johnny Noir
Bio
You can buy my novels and poetry at lulu.com

MY RECENT POSTS

Everyone knows full well that Jewish women are not beautiful in any way, yet with that in mind, I ask, who is the most beautiful Jewish woman in the world—
The answer comes back resoundingly: there is not one, so we know the book of Esther is a lie, a fairy tale… Read full post »

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The ideal form is the abstract form, since no part of it can be admitted to as a mistake. In this regard woman is the exact opposite of the ideal since she can in every part be admitted to as a mistake but in the case of woman, what… Read full post »
APRIL 10, 2012 10:29PM

I Dreamt Her Body Was The Crimean War

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I dreamt her body was the Crimean War and her naked feet were poetry
Her abstract face spit roses into the abyss, 
A harmonious Jewish milf in tight beige jeans and sunglasses 
Wobbling down the street in matching espadrilles, 
Walking like she’d been fucked too ha… Read full post »
APRIL 2, 2012 10:40PM

Apotheosis

In theology, the term apotheosis refers to the idea that an individual has been raised to godlike stature. In art, the term refers to the treatment of any subject (a figure, group, locale, motif, convention or melody) in a particularly grand or exalted manner.

Possibly the greatest joy in any… Read full post »
MARCH 19, 2012 9:47AM

Cynthia

Madonna emerges from the fiery flames of Cynthia’s thick, white ass—
Like a salamander slithering into existence from the ether, 
Robert and Elizabeth visiting Emily’s grave 
As she emerges draped in Francesca’s white shroud,
The dust from their fingers taken by the… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 28, 2012 9:51PM

The Amish Prostitute

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FEBRUARY 21, 2012 1:49AM

My Satanic Muses

  1. I dream of your skull while your love unfolds,
    Put your shit in a box and mail it to my address—
    I’m dreaming you are an Asian girl with 38DDs,
    She doesn’t need a soul to come with me to the bottom of the earth—
    Your face reminding me of raunchy cartoons I drew/
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OCTOBER 25, 2011 1:23PM

The Sounds Of The Streets

 I felt like I was in a box, and the box felt like solid steel. I tore open another bag, cooked it up methodically and shot it into the collapsing vein. I waited for the inevitable feeling, the sunlight behind my eyes. My body walked slowly out of its living grave,Read full post »

OCTOBER 19, 2011 8:22PM

Epistle To Megan

Megan, a prophet walks the hot red sand searching for wild peyote,

The world turning inside out and upside down he doesn’t pretend to know what it’s all about as he waits for the Wall Street demonstrators to do battle with the Tea Party with pitchforks and pepper spray,… Read full post »

AUGUST 27, 2011 11:51PM

Everything Sweet & Good

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Some day we will all travel back in time and seduce our mothers who were odd even Before the Sons of God fell from the golden sky

Looking for something sweet and now we know

Thanks to CGI and CAD, MRI, Forensic history, forensic evolution,

Prenatal… Read full post »

JULY 13, 2011 9:35AM

Doctor Drake, Meet Rupert Murdoch

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 Murdoch greeted Drake, Sophie and Coulter outside his office and shook the doc’s hand vigorously, inviting them inside. Murdoch was a spry old coot in a turtleneck and thick glasses. He looked over Sophie and licked his lips, offering her a seat. Drake/Read full post »

Special Agents Reed and Callas had left the city and were on the New Jersey Turnpike when Callas flipped on the radio. It was an all talk station and there was a show in progress. The photographer ‘Flash’ Hobson was being interviewed by the female host, whom seemed engrossed and inquisitiRead full post »

JUNE 12, 2011 5:52PM

Kristina

When the sun came out Kristina was set afire

In her white spider filled dreams of religion,

She set off on a quest and never returned—

Too humbled, white spiders crawling up her arms,

Biting her legs until they bleed fire,

Her crystal… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
MAY 23, 2011 1:24AM

Pulp Fiction In The Age Of Facebook

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 Pulp fiction has given us some of the best writing of the 20th century: Hammett, Chandler, Spillane, and Lovecraft. Even Tennessee Williams and Faulkner admired the form. Bradbury, Hubbard, Asimov, Dick, etc. are all honored alum of classic newsstand pulp fiction. This is not writRead full post »

MAY 8, 2011 11:29PM

Cemeteryville


She was already hot and cool. She had shades on and I was looking her over to see what I could find. I was looking really hard.

 "See something you like?" she said.

 I said, "Sure," and walked over to her. I've got balls like any other/Read full post »

MAY 6, 2011 3:44PM

Sleeping On Pins

My name is John Okinawa. I’m a cop. My father was a Jap, so I guess that makes me a son of a bitch. I smoke too much, drink too much and cheat on my wife. My mistress is a junky, I have no friends and my daughter is a whore.Read full post »

APRIL 25, 2011 1:01PM

Epinoia

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Moondogs and white trash monsters,
A wife is a wife is a wife—
I want to smell the funk rising from your crusty asshole
And slap your ugly, familiar face, ugly daughter of mine—
Your twenty legs marching apace so I can’t keep up,
Gag in your mouth soRead full post »
APRIL 17, 2011 6:45AM

All Knowledge Comes With Time

All knowledge comes with time,

For one cannot know in an instant

What has taken great minds years to accrue—

Like a fat girl in fishnets with a cigarette

And a miniskirt blowing in the breeze,

Love doesn’t mean anything—

There’s enough love and ugly people

To go… Read full post »

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“For he hath broken the gates of brass, and cut the bars of iron in sunder.”

Hathor, Mistress of the West rose up through the mud,
Clothed in the sun and wearing a cobra skin dress,
She worked on her father’s farm tilling the soil
And had to go the… Read full post »

MARCH 19, 2011 12:36AM

Megan Smedley

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Megan Smedley met Saint Peter barefoot in the desert,

Her toes aflame, rhymes tumbling from her mouth—

Saying Natalie Wood could pass for a Brit under a big sky,

Faceless and shy like Emma, like you, like Donatella Versace,

All the boys want you—Read full post »

MARCH 15, 2011 8:37PM

Ugly Girls

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If I could list the names of every ugly woman in the world,
It would be longer than the list of the dead and wounded
From every war since the beginning of time—
It would include some of the most desirable women in the world,
Though maybe “desirable” is the wrong word&mda… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 28, 2011 5:15PM

Russian Girl

A Russian girl’s farts smell just like her mother’s,
Old Hannah that gave birth
To seven kids back in the dessert where her ancestors wandered
Bewildered by the hot sun—
Pharaoh’s men on their backs, riding camels into the hot wind—
Old Abe coming home to the tentRead full post »
FEBRUARY 23, 2011 9:27AM

ANONYMA

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A mother’s feet dusty and dirty from walking barefoot in the street;
A teenage girl naked in the mirror
Stops being hot suddenly, in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye;
When chocolate stripes run down her leg like a river—
It’s painful diarrhea broRead full post »
FEBRUARY 10, 2011 12:50PM

In The Beginning Was The Word

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In the Beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,
And formless and void Jesus moved over the waters
Like Barbie, male and female, like Michelangelo in a silk kimono—
Looking up her dress at her bush, her blue eyes
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FEBRUARY 9, 2011 10:05PM

Jesus Christ's Last Words

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Eloi! Eloi! 

I found your earring on the ground, golden, the street paved with diamonds—
I forgot to tell you how lovely you looked
With your hair down and forgiven, but what will
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