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Mina Loy, in fact, has very little— I won’t say none— connection to Kings County. Nonetheless, I have included Mina Loy in the Brooklyn Dirty Book Festival this year because of her nearness to the still spry ticker of soon-to-be-86-year-old Caz Dolowicz. There used to be a cigar shop on Washington Street right by the […]

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OR, A MAN NEEDS HIS HAT for Susan Tyrell & Curtis Cokes They say it dates back to Lene Lenape times, before there was a Brooklyn and before Kings County too. No Fort Hamilton, no Floyd Bennett, no two-fare zones, no factories; there was a St. Finbar (Feastday September 25) but he didn’t have a […]

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Deep in feverish preparation on the WWIB float which will soon be rolling up Rockaway Parkway and onto Eastern Parkway (with music by DJ Coconutter), so this is just quick. However, if like me ya’ll find yourselves fiending for sustenance and are somewhere near 1222 Nostrand in Flatbush, let me recommend SAR Restaurant, a Guyanese […]

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Some of ya’ll might remember a book called Sidewalk (2000), by sociologist Mitchell Daunier with photogaphs by Ovie Carter, about the lives and travails of those who sell on the street for a living. (Included among whose real-life characters is the indefatigable Hakim Hasan.) Some of ya’ll might remember a book called Money Has No […]

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We never thought blogs would take us this far. One who did is “just” the Music Director around here, Willis Street Sunsweet, fresh from KRS-One and Buckshot at City Hall Park Saturday afternoon and straight to the roti spot. After that, I have no idea what happened since we’ve not heard from him since. Therefore, […]

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What is Toni Schlesinger’s Significant Object? Is it a bird, something like an osprey, piping plover or laughing gull? (Fuck piping plovers, hah!) Is it a plane— perhaps even the Concorde? Might it be— wild guess— a pair of Civil War-vintage scarlet pantaloons? (That’s what I wear to the beach over my bikini so I […]

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I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train… Young, good looking, crew cut Ivy […]

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He opened his eyes on Space/Time Employment Agency, down on lower Broadway, near Fulton Street. Bad choice, he thought. It meant 15 cents for the subway. But a deal was a deal. On the Lexington Avenue downtown he saw a bum lying across the aisle, diagonal on the seat. Nobody would sit near him. He […]

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One of my favorite jazz books is Sidney Bechet’s Treat It Gentle (1960). For those of ya’ll who don’t know, clarinetist and soprano sax player Bechet is one of the towering individualists of the first half of 20th century American music— check out his recordings with Louis Armstrong of Corona via Chicago and New Orleans […]

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The subway station at Smith Street had grown grayer than he last remembered it, a few more tiles had fallen off the walls, and some form of municipal idiocy had caused stylized kitten’s faces to be painted on the swinging doors of the trash receptacles, but otherwise the place was the same as always. You […]

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