Author Archives: Peter

Open City declared Peter Nolan Smith an underground punk legend of the 1970s East Village. The New England native spent many years as a nightclub doorman in New York, Paris, London, and Hamburg. The constant traveler has lived for long periods of time in Europe and the Far East. After a forced retirement from the Schmatta trade in Thailand, Peter Nolan Smith returned to New York to work in the international diamond trade. At summer’s end he resumed the life of a writer. The world’s leading leisureologist is currently based in Sri Racha, Thailand, Fort Greene, Brooklyn, and Luxembourg City. He has no address.

RED TATE – BAD POETRY by Peter Nolan Smith

April 16, 2024 – 1:17 am

Red Tate lies on the pavement Helpless flat on his back If his mother saw this sight Tears would fill her eyes Red Tate drinks Ripple. Sometimes Thunderbird Red wine dulls his nerves. A bum A tramp. His mother’s second son. 1978

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Songkran Sanuk – 2000

April 15, 2024 – 3:31 am

The Songkran celebration ushers in the Thai New Year as well as the coming of the rains to endy the hot season. The 2000 festival has been focused on Wan Parg-bpee April 14, when homage was to be paid to ancestors, elders and other persons deserving respect, because of age or position. Traditionally younger people […]

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Lightning Strike More Than Once 2008

April 14, 2024 – 11:45 am

Songkran signals the approach of the rainy season. The collision of wet warm fronts with hot dry fronts stimulate epic lightning storms. My girlfriend always insisted on shutting off every electrical device in the house other than the fans. Thais shiver in fear of a lightning strike with good reason. Everyone knew someone who had […]

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VDO Imbiss Cambodia 2007

April 14, 2024 – 10:46 am

During Songkran 2009 Nik Reiter and I overlanded across Cambodia from Pattaya to Sihanoukville. Someplace betwixt point A and point B we had to stop for a river ferry in the middle of nowhere. Upstream the Preak Piphot disappeared into the jungle. A small stall on the muddy bank sold frikadeller, a German delight. a […]

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Lost In Lille 2011

April 14, 2024 – 9:17 am

Lost In Lille 2011 After the Chunnel Night Luxembourg bound Porsche Boxer 180 KPH The Ambassador behind the wheel Moi Un passenger The embassy’s unofficial writer-in-residence Through the Hauts-de-France. Flat Same as Belgium Jacques Brel’s Le plat pays qui est a mienne. Eyes shut The flatness screened On my eyelids. Safe on the Autoroute The […]

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