Category Archives: East Village

April 22 1987 – East Village – Journal

September 1, 2024 – 4:37 pm

Still no lights in my apartment ConEd shut off. Alan Vaughn showed up from Florida on route to London. At lunch today ,” he said, ” i love to travel.” then proceeded to tell me all about the demise of his fair with his winter living, natalia, aKA seven rooms of Gloom “You know I’d […]

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August 1 1987 – East Village – Journal

September 1, 2024 – 4:32 pm

Good old Bridget has gotten himself into a dicey situation on the Cote d’Azur. Guy, her ex- legionnaire husband has impregnated a secretary working for his clothing company. Bridget and Guy at first married in 1982 to get her French papers in order, since her South African passport was banned for most countries, which is […]

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FAMOUS FOR NEVER on Sale

August 27, 2024 – 11:11 am

FAMOUS FOR NEVER A STORY OF FAME AND MISFORTUNE BY PETER NOLAN SMITH Rome wasn’t burnt in a day. – James Steele MANGOZEEN BOOKS 2024 In the 1970s city politicians launched countless projects to stem the tide of ‘white flight’. None of the doomed programs achieved their goals and the population of the Lower East […]

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July 14, 1994 Bastille Day – East Village – Journal Entry

July 14, 2024 – 4:48 am

Another sweltering summer day with temperatures rising along with the tempers. No one remembers how cold the winter was. No one is talking about anything about other than the hot. At the Tompkins Square basketball court we are drowning our innards with water and juices and sweating out it as fast as we drink. I […]

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Lisa Takes A Bath 1978

July 5, 2024 – 4:28 am

My apartment at 256 East 10th Street was a relic of tenement living. There were no electrical outlets in the bedroom. A water closet had a pull chain for the overhead tank. Warped wooden floors spread to crumbling plaster walls traveled by tribes of cockroaches. Girls didn’t like the insects, but they loved the bathtub […]

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