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The Southerners have fortified Columbus, Hickman Chalk bluff, and New Madrid so that the Gun boats at Cairo could not even attempt, or if allowed to pass could not return. To carry these Forts a large a large land force is indispensable, and where is it— Halleck now could not detach from Missouri 10,000 men— […]

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I don’t think Faulkner is worth the antebellum South, and I would rather not have had Kafka at the proce of twentieth-century European carnage. But in trying to locate contemporary American writing I look at the thirties, that supposedly meager decade if misfired artistic energy and of duped intellectuals and bad proletarian novels, and I […]

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“There is nothing that ever happens to a woman or a man that he or she doesn’t cause to happen, whether it’s on a mystical level or whether it’s on a spiritual level or whether it’s on a human level.” “What is good, bad, right and wrong? There are only 1 through 9 numbers. There […]

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Police Files, October 1958 On the morning of Tuesday, September 8th, the lonely strip of county road lying between Sauk City and Prairie du Sac, Wisconsin, was visited by death. Bloody, brutal and wanton death at the hand of a man with insane, murderous greed in his heart. Mimi Lipson, Food and Beverage (2009) Pinky’s […]

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Sante? He was just a five letter word in the headlines to me. I vaguely knew he’d done some things— maybe even great things— but not until an hour ago did I know realize was a poet too. But, lo and behold, here I am, house sitting in Gowanus and there it is, snug between […]

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“What Richard Abneg had carried forward, always, anyhow, was a certain sense of his own crucial place in the island’s life. He’d never copped out. And the beard, that too was uncompromised, continuous. He grew it when he was fifteen and reading Howard Zinn and Charles Bukowski and Emmett Grogan. I soaked up Harriet’s description […]

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In honor of the great contributions Brooklyn’s mostly proud blind people have made to our Armed Forces over the years, I’m delighted to reintroduce this interview between a monocle-wearing historian, Brian Berger, and the nearly sightless novelist Jim Knipfel. As for Woodrow Wilson, the Staunton, Virginia native who presided over  the first Armistice Day, he […]

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Emptying. Airmail: the garbage parts flutter and glide and plummet, thrown out in a sweet, athletic arc. They drop through morning sunlight into shade. The bag pulls its ripcord: disintegrates. Cans’ flat bottoms wink sun back, flash-flash, end over end: C and C Cola, Cerveza Rheingold, Raid (do not incinerate), Café Bustelo and Spam. One […]

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How’re you gonna figure it? Me, Sammy Hines, once the sharpest, smartest cabbie in New York put out of commission by two young Broadway punks. Taken for a ride in my own hack. I just can’t get over it! A guy like me who’s lived all his life by trying to outsmart the world. For […]

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Wanna meet the Chef? The good folks at Basement Mix records, 329 Crescent Street in East New York, are hosting hip-hop’s man of the hour today from 4 to 6 pm. Be there, especially if you know the neighborhood as City Line (which it also is)  and hell, make Raekown American music’s man of the […]

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