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He was of all things a typical New Yorker, an Irishman who’d been driving a truck for the Post Office most of his worklife and was now headed for a girl in Denver and a new life. I think he was running away from something in NY, the law most likely. He was a real […]

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The arrangements on the second— and top— floor at 37-57 82d Street were little, if any, short of ideal. The offices of Dr. Harold Schwartz, a chiropodist, occupied the front of the modest structure a block off Roosevelt Avenue in the heart of Jackson Heights, a prosperous middle-class residential district in New York City’s borough […]

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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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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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There’s a new book in town! Now that the professional mourners have put their veils and candles away, the enormity of the artistic life of Michael Jackson remains. To help us make sense of and celebrate those numerous achievements, Armond has put together a collection of his MJ writings under the title Keep Moving and […]

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“Oh I like surprises.” “Mojo,” repeated the man, going into his briefcase, his face flushing, swelling as he leaned over to fish something. “Oswald Mojo.” Gnossos shaking his head, not recognizing the name, turning back to the wall, always cover your flanks. Leave the flanks exposed, they’ll tear right up the middle, nail you with […]

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In winter the ashen stucco houses shaped like Camel cigarette-boxes squat before the Bensonhurst bay-mist. Bensonhurst, low, flat, rheumatic marshland, is a realtor’s reclamation project. Many of the streets which may be compared to the booming oil cities of the Oklahoma country seem to have sprung up over night. The houses are a makeshift stage-setting […]

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Glamour and Venal, Teen-Bop Beauty continue to un-man too many. Why, right this morning on Plain American Family-Viewing TV (“The Today Show”), Henry Miller, That Kindly Ass-Man Grandpa, was jawing with Norman Mailer: “Christ, did you see that boy in the movie of Death In Venice? What a boy! I could have fallen for him […]

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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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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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