Monthly Archives: February 2021

Adrian Dannatt – My Obituarist: DOOMED AND FAMOUS @ Miguel Abreau Gallery

February 9, 2021 – 6:15 pm

Last week I walked into Miguel Abreau Gallery on Orchard Street to see Adrian Dannett. The smartly dressed Welsh writer, comedic child actor, discerning art spiv, poetic flaneur, global interlocutor, and arcane curator, was busy at work on a computer, messaging interested parties to schedule a tete-a-tete viewing of his art collection and promote his […]

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Journal Entry – June 14, 1977 (Berkeley Street)

February 9, 2021 – 3:43 pm

DREAMS I walk through the drakenss and the sound of bells peal from the Brooklyn churches call for everyone to leave Earth, except for me and 125 women. Why they left and we stayed is beyond me. President Jimmy Carter and I pull up to a yacht club. He went directly to the Sequoia and […]

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Journal Entry June 11, 1977

February 9, 2021 – 1:44 pm

James’ drinking hasn’t lessened a single degree, in fact it has worsened over the last few days. Mark Amitin said that James was terribly infatuated with me, which was the main cause of his insane drunkenness. Looks like I’ll have to head north or west sooner than I thought, because of this unstable environment. No […]

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Journal Entry June 11, 1977

February 8, 2021 – 6:56 pm

I sleep phenomenal lengths of time. 2AM to 1PM My dreams cascade into more dreams. A sign of definite depression. At first I liked the refuge, but I can’t stand wasting so much of the day, taking me further and further from writing and making me a bullshit artist. James Spicer drinks too much has […]

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Journal Entry June 10, 1977

February 8, 2021 – 6:36 pm

CHRISTOPHER STREET Well, I’m fazed by trepidation, as I strolled down Christopher Street toward David’s Pot Belly for a sighting of Ro. Nervous hesitation increased with every step. I walked in with my shades on and head lowered, but she wasn’t there. Disappointment.

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