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 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, 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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Posted in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn Heights, Crime, Downtown, Flicks, Jazz, Literature, Manhattan, Music, Poetry, Sex, Transportation on Mar 23rd, 2010
It was dark when Peter got off the subway in Brooklyn. The streets were thronged with people bound for movies, restaurants, bars or just strolling pleasurably in the night and eating hot dogs at the Fulton Street stands. With a feeling of orphan loss and mystery, and a kind of odd, enigmatical consolation, Peter hurried [...]
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Posted in All-City, Bay Ridge, Coffee, Coney Island, Crime, Flicks, Irish, Jazz, Literature, Manhattan, Music, Poetry, Religion, Sex, Sunset Park, Transportation, labor, politics on Mar 7th, 2010
“My brother’s in the Coast Guard,” Lee told him. “That’s why we’re here. He’s stationed in Ellis Island. Port security it’s called.”
“My brother’s in Korea now.”
“My other brother’s in the Marines. They might send him to Korea. That’s what I’m worried about.”
“It’s not the Koreans you have to worry about,” Nicky Black said. “It’s the [...]
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The gods were seated near to Zeus in council
upon a golden floor. Graciously Hebe
served them nectar, as with cups of gold
they toasted one another, looking down
toward the stronghold of Ilium.
— The Iliad by Homer, translated by Robert Fitzgerald
‘Don’t bother to heat the wine for me,’ said Bao-yu. ‘I prefer it cold.’
‘Good gracious, that will never [...]
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