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Monthly Archive for March, 2011

Sands Street runs through lower Brooklyn like a varicose vein. It leads from the main gate of the Navy Yard to the subway stations. It is a tough, knotted street of saloons, laundries, tattoo parlors, dry cleaners, groceries, Coffee Pots, and lodgings. Its stores sell clothes, trinkets, watches, photographs, and anything else to snatch a […]

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Father Sullivan tugged at his prick and tried to relax. He was back in darkest Brooklyn; the bar was called the Casablanca Inn. The men’s room was stifling, the radiator spit on his cast, and the beers he’d been drinking since ten in the morning knifed his bladder. Because he’d fractured his skull and his […]

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There are four The Scene Is Now. Co-founder, Minnesota-native and singer Chris Nelson is the greatest city poet since Kenneth Fearing; if that sounds a bold statement, just ask Chain Gang’s Ricky Luanda, who knows. Co-founder, keyboardist and Peter Seaborg Award-winning historian Philip Dray is also from Minnesota; he doesn’t sing and very rarely solos. Guitarist […]

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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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