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Post-apocalyptic? No. This is an apocalyptic posting! Like the smoldering heap of boundary stones marking novelist Jim Knipfel’s Park Slope Liebestod; like Combat Jack’s review of Brendan I. Koerner’s Now The Hell Will Start: One Soldier’s Flight From Greatest Manhunt of World War II, which sounds a lot more interesting than those rightly wary of […]

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Some of ya’ll might remember a book called Sidewalk (2000), by sociologist Mitchell Daunier with photogaphs by Ovie Carter, about the lives and travails of those who sell on the street for a living. (Included among whose real-life characters is the indefatigable Hakim Hasan.) Some of ya’ll might remember a book called Money Has No […]

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WHATTA YAMEAN THE SAUCES NO GOOD? THATS WHAT I SAID, THE SAUCES NO GOOD. WHATS THE MATTA, YA DONT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH? ITS NO GOOD. NO GOOD, NO GOOD. WHATTA YAKNOW ABOUT SAUCE? MEEEE, WHATTA I KNOW? I KNOW IT STINKS. NOT ENOUGH GARLIC. ITS GOT THE SAME GARLIC. JUST LIKE ALWAYS. THE SAME 8 CLOVES […]

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And if ya’ll don’t believe me, here’s the proof— 100% Playground, accept no imitations, although if ya’ll are going to make a food run to Avenue L in between games of handball, please bring back some tasso,  a plate of grillot, a little fritaille, a half order of lambi if they’re cool with that, two […]

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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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People ask Caz, you old, what’s really Brooklyn? Usually I tell ‘em to get out of my grill and see for themselves. Brooklyn is not like most people say. So-called “Cobble Hill” and Canarsie? The twain rarely meet, people, not really. Happily, I’ve gotten around some since I popped out Ma Dolowicz’s Sands Street boarding […]

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Ask for mauby and ye shall receive… mauby, sorrel, ginger beer & at the conclusion of WWIB’s brief tribute to former Guyana President Janet Jagan, I expressed the hope that Suzanne Wasserman‘s documentary about Janet— who was also her cousin (but that just got Suzanne access; Janet and her husband Cheddi’s stories are amazingly their […]

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Chistine Haughney of the Times recently took the long ride (from pretty much everywhere but Marine Park and Broad Channel) out to Beach 116th Street in Rockaway and found it rather wanting. This is not a surprise. If, for aesthetic reasons, I happen to love that Rockaway isn’t boomtown, there are lots of Radio Days […]

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There’s a new Israeli in town! Her name is Meital Dohan and with John Ventimiglia, she’s co-starring in the second American production of Scottish playwright Anthony Neilson’s Stitching, opening February 26 at the Lillian Theater in Los Angeles, California. As I encourgaed New Yorkers to do last Spring,  I hope our new found Angeleno friends […]

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Tables Upturned And Chapbooks Thrown Four People Seriously Injured Others Removed With Feelings Hurt Pandemonium In Verse —Headlines from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, 19 January 1907 ARK 34, Spire on the Death of L.Z. is this happening, a quick as a squirrel’s tail spright of deer but burnished as a grackle foci evenly distributed as […]

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