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Equine Brooklyn, 1826

The Season. Hay has been sold in some parts of the United States, within a few weeks past, at nearly as much per lb as superfine wheat flour; and oats have risen almost as high per bushel as wheat! The latter is recommended to be freely used, as being more economical than either hay or oats […]

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On Second Avenue, a girl in a south-bound bus (her surname appeared 963 times in the Bronx directory) said, —But he don’t even know my name.  —Who don’t? —The lipstick man, he was in today. I found out he’s single. —Is he hansome? —He’s not really handsome, he’s more what you might say inneresting looking. With my hair and […]

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On August 4, 2006— the second of Louis Armstrong’s two birthdays that year and every year (Pops believed he was born on July 4, but his posthumously discovered baptismal record said otherwise)— Marshall was in the spirit! The coincident occasion was my writing about Louis’ recording of a Schaefer Beer commercial. And for anyone who might […]

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Second in a series of tributes to my friend, Marshall. In the last week, I’ve been pleasantly amused by Patell and Waterman’s History of New York account of Marshall’s intermittent computer woes (I knew them well); appreciated the range of appreciations Dissent has offered, illustrated by the priceless photo of Marshall with his doppelganger, a sculpture of himself […]

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My friend and collaborator, Marshall Berman, died of a heart attack on Wednesday September 11 while at the Metrto Diner, near his long time home on the Upper West Side; he was 72. Corey Robin, Todd Gitlin for The Tablet and the editors of Dissent have all offered their thoughts but in lieu— for now— of my own memories […]

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Fifteenth Evening Another Vexation of Kleiner the Elder’s Beethoven’s Fidelio is being performed. Not a word is spoken in the orchestra. The eyes of all true artists are aglow, those of ordinary musicians remain open, those of blockheads are shit from time to time. Tamberlik* has been engaged by our manager for a few performances […]

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Riot, quiet, and surfeit are the consequence of sexual madness. Ten boars can easily tread a hundred sows, but this knowledge inflames the mind instead of pacifying the flagitous imaginations of men. The criminal joys if human beings are unknown to birds. There is no counterpart of Tiberius or of lascivious Messalina in the feathered […]

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V Terra tuum spinis obducat, lena, sepulcram, et tua, quod non vis, sentiat umbra sitim; nec sedeant cineri Manes, et Cerebrus altor turpio iciuno terreaat ossa sono! May the earth cover thy tomb with thorns, thou bawd, and may thy shade be parched with thirst, for thirst thou hatest. May thy ghost find no rest […]

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The village of Hampton, Va., near Fort Monroe was burned by Confederate forces under Brig. Gen. John Bankhead Magruder in operations against Butler’s Federal forces. Magruder said he had learned Butler had intended to use the town for what he called “runaway slaves” and what Butler called “contraband.” Butler claimed the few residents remaining were […]

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A fat blond beast of a desk sergeant throwing himself at the feet of a thin, crippled, red-haired lush worker: sparse red hair, the junky gray felt hat which leaves a line on his forehead when he takes it off– it is that tight. So thos cop comes down from the rostrum of his desk […]

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