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Or, Memoirs of a Shy Nornographer And poor old Homer blind, blind as a bat Ear, ear for the sea-surge, murmur of old-men’s voices: “Let her go back to the ships, Back among Grecian faces, lest evil come on our own Evil and further evil, and a curse cursed upon our children Moves, yes, she […]

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(Or, The Education, & Dinner, of Caz Dolowicz) Street Dude: What you doing on our turf, punk? Caz Dolowicz: I got a rainbow for Smokey. Dude: Give it to me. Caz: You Smokey, man? Dude: Gimme it! Caz: If you ain’t Smokey, it’s not your motherfucking rainbow. Dude: Motherfucker I said gimme the rainbow. Caz: […]

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Speaking of Red Hook Raiders*, there was some unusual activity in the neighborhood of Pioneer Park this Friday Night, which isn’t to say unique just… unusual. With the exception of our respected colleague and recent interviewee Lost City Brooks,  WWIB has had just about zero use for any of the Red Hook or related blogs […]

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With a headline nod to Jesus Colon, the pioneering Puerto Rican journalist (check out  A Puerto Rican In New York if not familar with his work), and hearty mondongo thanks to reader Glenmore Snediker for the photos (“taken somewhere in East New York,” he says), WWIB rouses itself this morning with strong coffee and the […]

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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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Midnight. Gowanus was silent. Millions of eyes had closed. Most of the lights had gone out. Now that the others were resting it was time for Caz Dolowicz to work. Now that the others were dreaming it was time for him to wake. Now that the day was ended for the rest of Brooklyn his […]

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Cocktails and signs of “ads” flashing, light’s waterfalls, — Louis Zukofsky, from “55 Poems” (1941) Now and then there are flashes in the world of business, finance, sport, art or theatricals a colorful figure which comes we know not whence or how. But because it exerts enormous influence and kicks up dust generally, and because […]

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Salvador Hassan O’Leary, alias The Shoe Store Kid, alias Wrong Way Marv, alias After Birth Leary, alias Slunky Pete, alias Placenta Juan, alias K.Y. Ahmed, alias El Chinche, alias El Culito, etc., etc., for fifteen solid pages of dossier, first tangled with the law in NYC where he was traveling with a character known to […]

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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 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 […]

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Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn Who is Winsor McCay and why is he saying such terrible things about me? Why did I, Caz Dolowicz, just awake from a dream of a rarebit fiend? (She looked eerily like Mae West.) How did Windsor McCay die and when? What did he think of John Y. McKane, or did he […]

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