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Dig it, beatniks! 21 March is World Poetry Day! Let’s mark the occasion by focusing on Adulterers Anonymous (Grove Press), the 1982 volume of poetry that spooky and intense punk poetesses Exene Cervenka and Lydia Lunch collaborated on together. I don’t actually own this book, thanks to my own stupidity and shortsightedness. Let me explain: I used to visit San Francisco a lot and would always go to the famous beatnik bookstore City Lights in North Beach. Many years ago, I was browsing and the spine of Adulteres Anonymous jumped out at me from the bookshelf. I thought, I really should buy this! Even by then, it was long out of print. But then I hesitated: I’m a lifelong fan of Lunch and Cervenka, it’s a beautiful artefact but realistically how often will I pick up and peruse a book of poetry? I didn’t buy it, next time I returned to City Lights Adulterers Anonymous was gone – and I regret it now! “While living in LA, Lydia got this offer to write a book for Grove Press, which is a huge thing!” Cervenka recalled to author Nick Soulsby in the 2020 book Lydia Lunch: The War is Never Over. “If you consider that ’81 is coming off the heels of the beatniks, and that imprint was super-important. She asked me if I wanted to do it with her, and I felt very fortunate that she asked me because she didn’t have to. Lucky me! We came up with the idea of two different fonts so you could tell who was writing what. You had to do everything by hand or on a typewriter, so it was really tactile. I remember sitting at the kitchen table and she said, “Do you want me to pierce your nose?” We got an ice cube out of the refrigerator and got a needle, and Lydia put a little stud in my nose, then we sat down and carried on writing. We did a lot of work just sitting in that kitchen, drinking tea.” Pictured: sultry dual portrait of Cervenka and Lunch by David Arnoff, 1981.