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Monthly Archive for September, 2009

How’re you gonna figure it? Me, Sammy Hines, once the sharpest, smartest cabbie in New York put out of commission by two young Broadway punks. Taken for a ride in my own hack. I just can’t get over it! A guy like me who’s lived all his life by trying to outsmart the world. For […]

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“Oh I like surprises.” “Mojo,” repeated the man, going into his briefcase, his face flushing, swelling as he leaned over to fish something. “Oswald Mojo.” Gnossos shaking his head, not recognizing the name, turning back to the wall, always cover your flanks. Leave the flanks exposed, they’ll tear right up the middle, nail you with […]

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As soon as they got in the door the guy grabbed her ass. Goddamnit, cant youwait, pushing him away. She staggered and leaned against the wall, the guy leaning over her kissing her neck as she yanked open a closet door looking for a bottle, then slammed it shut when no bottle could be found. […]

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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 […]

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Mina Loy, in fact, has very little— I won’t say none— connection to Kings County. Nonetheless, I have included Mina Loy in the Brooklyn Dirty Book Festival this year because of her nearness to the still spry ticker of soon-to-be-86-year-old Caz Dolowicz. There used to be a cigar shop on Washington Street right by the […]

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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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Glamour and Venal, Teen-Bop Beauty continue to un-man too many. Why, right this morning on Plain American Family-Viewing TV (“The Today Show”), Henry Miller, That Kindly Ass-Man Grandpa, was jawing with Norman Mailer: “Christ, did you see that boy in the movie of Death In Venice? What a boy! I could have fallen for him […]

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OR, A MAN NEEDS HIS HAT for Susan Tyrell & Curtis Cokes They say it dates back to Lene Lenape times, before there was a Brooklyn and before Kings County too. No Fort Hamilton, no Floyd Bennett, no two-fare zones, no factories; there was a St. Finbar (Feastday September 25) but he didn’t have a […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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