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May 11, 1990 – Syabru Besi – the Himalayas – Nepal – Journal Entry

November 10, 2024 – 8:20 am

Previously published Nov 10, 2020 Before leaving Kathmandu on the bus to Langtang Glacier, Lance and I dropped two valium each. The road was reputed to be extremely treacherous and neither of us wanted to experience the fears. At Thamel the driver loaded about sixty Nepalese onto the bus along with our guide, Dorge. Our […]

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April 27, 1981 – NYC – Key West – NYC – Journal Entry

November 9, 2024 – 1:08 am

April 27, 1981 – NYC – Key West – NYC – Journal Leave the Mudd Club Almost 4 Bag in hand A cab ride To the Holland Tunnel No traffic Stick out my thumb Cold Skies threaten snow___ A warming from a Transit Cop I ignore him A ride into Jersey To the Vince Lombardi […]

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November 3, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

November 3, 2024 – 12:25 pm

Last night at THE NEW WAVE VAUDEVILLE SHOW at Irving Plaza was a great success, but a debacle for me. Klaus Nomi was the headliner along with a horde of starry-eyed rockers and artists. I was asked to be the security with my friends. None of us were paid, but we guaranteed free drinks . […]

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November 2, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

November 2, 2024 – 1:14 am

At Club 57 on St. Mark’s Lang and I heckled the performers. Several people in the audience took offense. Miss Nancy, the emcee, shrilled, “Get the fuck out of here.” The crowd laughed and I responded saying, “Join the real world or at least the 1930s.” We didn’t leave, but when David Dirtbomb, a comic, […]

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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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