Category Archives: East Village

December 20, 1978 – East Village – Journal

January 3, 2024 – 2:38 pm

My Christmas shopping is nearly complete, except for my brother Frank and sister Pammie, but accomplishing that should be easy thanks to a bet at OTB with Bill Yusk coming through. Wise Philip at Aqueduct. An unexpected boon thanks to a dream about the race. Like DH Lawrence’s The Unrealistic Dream Of A Horse Rider. […]

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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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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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