Posted in Bath Beach, Bay Ridge, Boerum Hill, Brighton Beach, Civil War, Coney Island, Downtown, Irish, Literature, Music, Poetry, Prospect Heights, Sex, politics on Sep 4th, 2010
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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Posted in All-City, Coffee, Crime, Downtown, Fort Greene, Literature, Manhattan, Music, Navy Yard, Religion, Sex on Aug 21st, 2010
MANY STORIES TOLD
OF GIRLS DRUGGED,
AS WAS MRS. GRAFF
Anti-Vice Societies, However,
Have Been Unable to Sub-
stantiate the Tales
APPARENTLY WELL FOUNDED
“Dope” Put In Soda Water at Fount-
ains and Girls Stabbed With
Needles at Movies
Point was given today, to the remarkable story of the arrest of Armand Megaro, charged by Mrs. Marjorie Graff, a Brooklyn girl, and a bride of [...]
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Posted in Bay Ridge, Bushwick, Clinton Hill, Coney Island, Fort Greene, Greenpoint, Park Slope, Sex, Sheepshead Bay, Sports, Sunset Park, Transportation on Aug 10th, 2010
Believe it or not, it was my bike. This one I had bought at Madison Square Garden, at the end of a six-day race. It had been made in Chemnitz, Bohemia and the six-day rider who owned it was a German, I believe. What distinguished it from other racing bikes was that the upper bar [...]
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Posted in Bay Ridge, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn Heights, Brownsville, Canarsie, Coffee, Crime, Downtown, Drugs, East New York, Flatbush, Fort Greene, Fort Hamilton, Greenpoint, Jazz, Literature, Navy Yard, Park Slope, Red Hook, Sex, South Brooklyn, Williamsburg, politics on Jul 31st, 2010
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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Posted in Bushwick, Civil War, Downtown, Flatbush, Flatlands, Fort Hamilton, Irish, Literature, Music, Navy Yard, New Utrecht, Red Hook, Sex, Williamsburg, politics on Jul 22nd, 2010
As a man in the 12th Alabama wrote, “we were into it hot and heavy. I thought I had been in hot places before— I thought I had heard Minnie ball; but that day capped the climax.” Once in position the Alabamians stubbornly kept up a steady fire of their own, but they could not advance [...]
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Posted in Africa Talks, Bronx, Crime, Drugs, Flicks, Latino, Music, Religion, Sex, labor, politics on Jul 5th, 2010
“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 are [...]
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Posted in Bay Ridge, Bed-Stuy, Carroll Gardens, Coney Island, Crime, Downtown, Flicks, Irish, Jazz, Latino, Literature, Manhattan, Midwood, Music, Ocean Hill, Park Slope, Poetry, Queens, Red Hook, Religion, Rockaways, Sex, Transportation, West Indian, Williamsburg, hip-hop, labor, politics on Jun 29th, 2010
Ignorant of the ways of publicity and chance alike, I’m unsure how these things happen but HiLoBrow.com has just been named by Time magazine’s Best Blogs of the Year . I could make up some things but not that! We’ve been meaning to catch up with WWIB’s recently elusive publisher, Brian Berger, who doesn’t answer the phone, [...]
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Akhilleus, prince and greatest of the Akhains,
be forebearing. They are badly hurt.
All who were the best fighters are now lying
among the ships with spear or arrow wounds.
Diomêdès, Tydeus’ rugged son, was shot;
Odysseus and Agamémnon, the great spearman,
have spear wounds; Eurýpylos
took an arrow shot deep in his thigh.
Surgeons with medicines are attending them
to ease their wounds.
But [...]
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Posted in All-City, Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill, Crime, Downtown, Gowanus, Industrial, Literature, Manhattan, Poetry, Red Hook, Sex, Subways, Transportation, labor on Apr 9th, 2010
Yugoslav Steward knocks on my door, says “You stay on the ship? Okay?” and goes off into Brooklyn to get drunk with the crew— Alyce and I are waking up, at one A.M., arm in arm in a dreadsome ship, agh— Only one watchman alone on the walk— Everybody drinking in bars of New York.
“Alyce” [...]
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Posted in All-City, Downtown, Jazz, Latino, Literature, Music, Poetry, Religion, Sex, Transportation, labor, politics on Mar 31st, 2010
“Gad, Easter, where was I?”— “The soft son, the flowers and here I was going down the street and thinking ‘Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene [...]
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