Cypress Hills Memorial Day 2013
Posted in East New York, Military on May 27th, 2013
“Come on. Big village. Be quick. Bring pack. P.S. Bring pacs.” — Lt. Col. George A. Custer, June 25, 1876 Visit Cypress Hills National Cemetery
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Posted in East New York, Military on May 27th, 2013
“Come on. Big village. Be quick. Bring pack. P.S. Bring pacs.” — Lt. Col. George A. Custer, June 25, 1876 Visit Cypress Hills National Cemetery
Posted in East New York, Industrial, Literature, Red Hook, Sex, Transportation on Jan 5th, 2012
Joe was reeling himself. He stuck his head in a bucket of water and cleaned up the cabin and threw the bottles overboard and started working on the claxon regularly. To hell with ‘em, he kept saying to himself, he wouldn’t be a plaster saint for anybody. He was feeling fine, he had something more […]
Posted in Bed-Stuy, Brownsville, East New York, labor, Literature, Manhattan, Williamsburg on Nov 26th, 2011
My appointment was for the evening. Dreiser, who is finishing a book, “An American Tragedy,” in a specially rented New York office, lives in Brooklyn, which is also the base of my visits to Gotham. Accordingly, I show up at this place, ready for the regular chat about books and people. Drawing up alongside the […]
Posted in Brownsville, Bushwick, East New York, Greenpoint, labor, Literature, Manhattan, Music, Williamsburg on Aug 27th, 2011
Yes, many’s the night I attended a recital in one of these hallowed musical morgues and each time I walked out I thought not of the music I had heard but of one of my foundlings, one of the bleeding cosmococcic crew I had hired or fired that day and the memory of whom neither […]
Posted in Bed-Stuy, Brownsville, Canarsie, Crime, Dial J For Jewish, East Flatbush, East New York, labor, Literature, Manhattan, Queens, Subways on Jan 12th, 2011
When I was child, Brownsville existed in a large enclave, the outer borders of which I was only dimly aware. Surrounded by the Negro violence of the Bedford-Stuyvesant district, the Nazi “gemutchlichkeit” of Ridgewood, the Slavic solemnity of East New York, the middle-class gentility of East Flatbush and the garbage dumps of Canarsie, Brownsville was […]
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, politics, Red Hook, Sex, South Brooklyn, Williamsburg 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 […]
Posted in Crime, East New York, labor, Literature, Manhattan, Park Slope, Queens, Transportation on Jun 25th, 2010
There was once a very sad and impressionable man who lived in a shabby apartment in a desolate section of Queens. Grady was his name, and it had been quite a long time since anything had gone right for him. Eight months earlier, he’d been fired from his job at the pencil factory. It wasn’t […]
Posted in All-City, Brownsville, City Line, Crime, Drugs, East New York, labor, Queens, Sex, Staten Island, Transportation, West Indian on Sep 9th, 2009
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 […]
Posted in Brownsville, Crime, East Flatbush, East New York, Flatbush, Fort Greene, Highland Park, hip-hop, labor, Music, Poetry, Queens on Sep 6th, 2009
Sean Price has the nicest feet but will DJ Coconutter be kicking the joints that prove it? Or, instead of climbing aboard the WWIB float to work the 1s and 2s will she passed out hardbody after one, and now two long days of swimming in a sea of cold suds? I hope girl has […]
Posted in Brownsville, City Line, Crime, Crown Heights, Drugs, East Flatbush, East New York, hip-hop, Music, Transportation, West Indian on Sep 6th, 2009
Flash! Flowers. Candles. Bikinis. Thongs. Glitter. Poetry. The WWIB West Indian Day Parade float has them all and more— especially spondees, candles and flash. A funny thing happened on the way to botanica row on Rutland Road yesterday. DJ Coconutter stopped in for a drink at the Keg Lounge on East New York Avenue and […]