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Boys, 9 and 10 Years Old, Are Arrested as Burglars
Police Accuse Them of Stealing Jewelry Worth $500 From Brooklyn Dwelling
Two of the youngest burglary suspects wih whom Broolyn police ever had to deal were arrested yesterday and charged with entering the home of John Bliss, at 935 St. Mark’s Avenue.
The first prisoner charged with the [...]

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Held For Masquerading As A Soldier
Twenty-two-year-old James Legosso, a “soldier” long a familiar figure in the Fort Hamilton section, will explain in Flatbush Court today why the cap and button insignia on his uniform belonged to a marine uniform, why sleeve chevrons indicated a sergeant major’s rank and where he got three medals which he [...]

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Such are the compensations of poverty
to see—
like an electric fungus
sprung from its own effulgence
of intercircled jewelry
reflected on the pavement
like a reliquary sedan-chair,
out of a legend, dumped there,
before a ten-cent cinema,
a sugar-coated box office
enjail a Goddess
aglitter, in her runt of a tower
with a ritual claustrophobia
Such are the compensations of poverty
to see—
transient in the dust
the brilliancy
of a [...]

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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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It’s been the same every August 22, or at least since then Brooklyn Borough President Sebastian Leone decreed it so in 1976: John Cazale Day! Less than two years later, the great actor was dead: the bone cancer. Director Sidney Lumet (b. 1924, and greatest maker of Brooklyn fims in the sound era*), the once [...]

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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: It’s from Willis Still Sunsweet, in Dallas (ll).
Dude: [...]

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Speaking of Red Hook Raiders*, there was some unusual activity in the neighborhood of Pioneer Park this Friday Night, which isn’t to say unique just… unusual. With the exception of our respected colleague and recent interviewee Lost City Brooks,  WWIB has had just about zero use for any of the Red Hook or related blogs [...]

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Cocktails
and signs of
“ads”
flashing,
light’s waterfalls,
— Louis Zukofsky, from “55 Poems” (1941)

Now and then there are flashes in the world of business, finance, sport, art or theatricals a colorful figure which comes we know not whence or how. But because it exerts enormous influence and kicks up dust generally, and because it works in its own manner, [...]

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Death loves a mystery. Death can’t get started. Death in high heels. Death makes the world go ’round. Death in a Class A uniform. Death at the Dakota. Death your magic spell is everywhere. Death is here to stay. Death goes to the movies. Death is marching on. Death travels to Samarra. Death and his [...]

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This isn’t funny so try not to laugh: Flyers festoon the walls, lampposts, electrical boxes and kiosks of downtown Athens, GA, where the the pollen is also abundant. At first I thought this was a goof— wait, wait, Bandita was stolen?! But that’s because my Spanish is rusty and in fact, bandita is not a [...]

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