Category Archives: 70s

TO THE DOOR by Peter Nolan Smith

November 12, 2024 – 9:37 am

Published on: Jan 6, 2012 I-5 ran south out of Sacramento. The day was getting hot in the Central Valley and AK cranked up the Torino’s AC. I turned around several times to be disappointed that Carol wasn’t in the backseat. A whisper of her rose attar fragrance clung to the car. She and her […]

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November 1, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

November 1, 2024 – 8:01 am

Halloween in New York. That day I worked for Mark Amitin, the producer of ALBEE DIRECTS ALBEE, from 10am to 8pm, having to listen to a complete megalomaniac and fight off his advances. By the time I got back to 256 East 10th Street it was 9pm. Alice had left a note on the table […]

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Berlin Wall a la Pattaya

October 22, 2024 – 7:51 am

The Berlin Wall fell in November of 1989. Several years ago a German expat in Pattaya tried to recreate one of many escape attempts over the infamous barrier between East and West by trying to evade police by leaping over a concrete wall topped by barbed wire in a state of nakedness. Stasi Police would […]

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May 3, 1978 – Journal Entry

October 21, 2024 – 1:01 am

Am I a poet? Some people think so Not many But most consider poets wastrels without money Today, tomorrow, yesterday Throughout time Poets have suffered Scorn, hatred, ridicule, apathy, love, and poverty___ Hart Crane wrote THE BRIDGE A brilliant poem How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot […]

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TRASH FIORUCCI by Peter Nolan Smith

July 13, 2024 – 8:42 am

In July of 1977 the windows of Fiorucci on East 60th Street featured the latest flash fashion from Italy. These trendy threads guaranteed immediate entrance into Studio 54 or any exclusive disco in Manhattan. I was a punk. Glitter wasn’t my thing, however a gold lame Elvis suit graced the front window and I wanted […]

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