FRESH FLESH With The Flesh Eaters
There’s a scene in Roger Corman’s Bucket Of Blood where the poet Maxwell, beard-and-shaded, commands the attention of hipsters tightly assembled at the local hang-out. “DEATH TO JIM, JOHN, JOE, JERK” he bellows. “LIFE IS BUT A SEA IN THE MULTITUDE OF FISHES.
August 1, 1983