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Comics, before they are permitted to pass into camp ground— I think to some extent of W.C. Fields and Lenny Bruce— must suffer a sea change. Despair is downgraded to aggravation, madness is misread as eccentricity; and when from the extremes of alienation they rage and rail at us we hear or choose to hear […]

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Swan’s signs of the vernacular: ya’ll don’t have to read ‘em but life is a lot funnier if you do. For now, let’s just say that somewhere in Kings County— it could be Vanderbilt Avenue, it could be Van Brunt Street, it could be Varkens Hook— the Brooklyn Department of Transportation (BDOT) has begun talking […]

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Drunk on Albemarle. Drunk on Bond Street. Drunk on Cortelyou. Drunk in Ditmas Park. Drunk on Evergreen— Bushwick stand up! Drunk on Force Tube. Drunk in Gravesend. Drunk on Hinsdale. Drunk on India Street. Drunk on Jamaica Ave. Drunk in Kensington (they will get the services their property values demand). Drunk on Avenue L (the […]

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& heading for Seagate?! Scorpion wades in to explain: Events— even “good” ones? Don’t do ‘em. Sure, I’m on the streets, it’s where the action is, but the only time in the last six months I went “out” it was for the Crooklyn Dodgers (version II, from Clockers) reunion at Prospect Park & goddamn! They […]

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WWIB Transportation Editor, Swan, explains: Ya’ll can check the record, we went for Barry early— who the hell wouldn’t have? Not the Mighty Sparrow! All three Clintons are venal, John Edwards was a stiff, Dennis Kucinich had a hot wife & no traction: please, let’s not relive the nightmare again so soon; gracias. Today, however, […]

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or site-specific “installation” whatsis: Swan asks… whuh? Sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued, once in a while a card sharp hustlin’ the boardwalk near Seagate, other times filling out custom forms with a black Sharpie while waiting on the long, long line at the post office on Neptune: I, Swan, raised on Mermaid Avenue & a graduate of racially […]

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Diagnosis by BZA: Have ya’ll heard the news? There’s good blogging tonight! Where? It could be many places– the streets of Brooklyn, most of ‘em anyway, are still free– but it probably ain’t. Last August 18, it was Found In Brooklyn who had the rebop. It was a good story, nothing crazy (although there’s not […]

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Does Toad dare investigate? Is Coney Island handball or hoops? Where does Coney fish, & where does it play tennis? How did that African market end up next to a Mexican grocery? What was BZA doing on the terrace in 1982? (Wasn’t she scared?) Why don’t we read about multi-ethnic Coney Island more often? The […]

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Dear Sir: Now I guess our little romance has finally simmered down. You should join the circus; you’d make a real good clown. Your eyes look like a roadmap, I’m scared to smell your breath. You’d better shut your peepers before you bleed to death. Don’t roll those bloodshot eyes at me, I can tell […]

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or, as Centipede reminds us, the wheel is an extension of the foot: try try try as we might– & believe us ya’ll, we try plenty– it seems darn near impossible to find a single piece of so-called “street art” in the ‘hood. This is strange, given the claims that proponents of “street art” make […]

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