Rowan Lipkovits

Run for your lives!  Rowan Lipkovits hunts down weaker artists and consumes them alive.  Beware - you could be next!  Here he is shown gobbling down the remains of the late Vancouver-area computer musician and performance artist Josh Broyles with a side of onion rings.  Fortunately, his anaconda-like digestive system dictates that he only need feed thusly once every eight months, spending most of that time in a semi-conscious digestive trance.  That is when he is at his weakest.  For you to deal with him, you must know the chinks in his defense like the lay of a battlefield, and if you are brave enough to approach this paragon of unearthly appetite you would be well-advised to distract him first with a succulent performance solicitation or a fresh young publication offer. When he's not devouring souls on his own time or accepting accolades for his considerable literary and digestive talents, Rowan helps out The Living Closet and dines upon the remains of those who get in the way of this illustrious organization. In quiet moments he spends much time meditating on planarian worms.

His alter-ego Joconde Flambeau writes horoscopes for various and sundry publications-about-town, and though he once wrote for Terminal City's literary section he is perhaps best remembered for a heartwarming piece of erotica about the love between a man and his bathtub.  A number of chapbooks, 'zines and less-easily-categorizable projects are floating in process somewhere between his brain and his colon and should be working themselves out in a fairly straightforward manner in the near future, but if you can't wait until then there is quite likely to be something interesting in the realm of computer art to be found at his website. Impatient and foolhardy souls might be so far gone as to be tempted to contact him, but that is only really advisable if you think you have a suitable offering for him.

'Everything requires careful consideration if one is to understand it. In ancient times, as I recollect, people often ate human beings, but I am rather hazy about it. I tried to look this up, but my history has no chronology, and scrawled all over each page are the words: "Virtue and Morality." Since I could not sleep anyway, I read intently half the night, until I began to see words between the lines, the whole book being filled with the two words -- "Eat people."'