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.

Another Day Another Massacre

May 16, 2018 – 12:03 am

After the defeat of the Arab forces in 1948, almost a million Palestinian Arabs fled their houses, villages, and cities in fear of the conquering Israelis. This exodus was a trail of tears. The Palestinians called the tragedy Nakba. The victors showed no mercy during the ethnic cleansing of the region. The refugees never were […]

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THE EXILE’S POEM by Ezra Pound

May 15, 2018 – 6:55 pm

Way back in the last century Ezra Pound stumbled on the writings of a 19th Century scholar of Asian Art, Ernest Fenollosa. The historian came from Salem and after graduated from Harvard traveled to Japan with the Orientalist and naturalist Edward Sylvester Morse, who developed a great love for ceramics during his stay at Tokyo’s […]

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Away To Rockaway

May 13, 2018 – 12:57 pm

This last winter had overrun the Spring into late-April. I wore my cold weather gear well into the month. The snow lingered in the shadows. Finally the season gave up the ghost. And then the snow was gone. Flowers bloomed in Brooklyn. Ice cream trucks came out of hiding. Trees bore the pink shade of […]

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Happy Mother’s Day From Maine

May 13, 2018 – 11:14 am

Falmouth Foresides, Maine 1957 My mother in bliss. A summer afternoon with her kids and my father. We were a happy family. Then now and forever. I’m on the far right. 8 years from my first beer. Happy Mother’s Day. We all had one. A mother. Not a beer.

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THE BIRTH OF THE BOUFFANT by Peter Nolan Smith

May 13, 2018 – 10:59 am
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