Tag Archives: 1979

Seeing Past the Hudson – Poetry 1978 – Journal

July 22, 2024 – 12:02 pm

Soft, the West Wind Blowing with visions Of the continent Beyond the Hudson River Jersey to the Delaware Water Gap The Midwest corn fields 360 flat horizens The Mississippi Corn giving way to cattle The Missouri High prarie rising from the Midwest Sighting of the Rockies Desert Nevada More desert The Sierras Oh California The […]

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Mistaken Hemingways

June 16, 2024 – 5:21 pm

Back in 1979 I ran into Margaux Hemingway at a disco. I introduced myself and complimented her on her role in MANHATTAN. “That was my sister.” We had a good laugh and a few drinks. Life is a laugh.

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January 7, 1979 – East Village – Journal

February 13, 2024 – 11:56 am

Rain falls on the grimy snow piling up in the alley behind 256 East 10th Street. New York has declared a snow day. I love snow days. I blankly watch the James Bond movie on our black and white TV. The plot of YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE lazily saunters between fucking and killing tangents with […]

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January 5, 1979 – East Village – Journal

February 13, 2024 – 11:08 am

The Kinks are on the radio. YOU REALLY GOT ME. A British Invasion festival from 1963 to 1966 marking an unexpected musical explosion from Great Britain. Many of the bands had been condemned by the Pat Boone loving conservatives. Few of those groups survived the Sixties. THe Beatles are dead, but the Rolling Stones survive. […]

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January 3, 1979 – Journal – East Village

January 29, 2024 – 10:33 am

Alice and I get drunk at CBGBs with Bill Yusk. At CBGBs. Where else? Alice was mad at me, because she had to wait at the door. Lisa Krystal wouldn’t let her in for free without me. Kim wasn’t waitressing either. “I don’t understand why they treat you like they do.” Alice thinks I’m nothing. […]

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