Category Archives: East Village

New Year’s Day the East Village 2024

January 1, 2024 – 5:14 pm

St. Mark’s Church New Year’s Day Late afternoon Outside The sky a darkening gray. Poetry inside Hundreds in attendance Words twisting into more words A tangle of syllables Wrought by the breath of life Skipping o’er the tongues Of Poets amongst poets Within the church. Outside Afternoon surrendering to evening Walk down Second Avenue The […]

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December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal

December 31, 2023 – 9:33 pm

Last night I went to CBGBs. Grant sat with Kim, who is now a waitress there. She doesn’t seem happy and looks like she wants to rip off her apron and join me in drinking, although she’s already drunk. I kissed her on the cheek and she asked, “Have you heard from Alice?” “No,” I […]

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December 18, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 29, 2023 – 10:19 am

Alice left the East Village. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she’s wearing a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want her to stay with me, but both […]

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Bowery Boxing Day – Dec 5, 2010

December 26, 2023 – 9:50 am

Boxing Day is celebrated on the day after Christmas mostly in the UK and host of occupied nations dominated by the British Empire such as Australia, Canada, Ghana, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Nigeria, Kenya, Guyana, Trinidad & Tobago, and Jamaica. For years I thought ‘Boxing Day’ was traditionally the holiday on which the rich gave […]

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December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 18, 2023 – 7:46 pm

Alice left 256 early to catch a morning flight to West Virginia. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she wore a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want […]

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