Category Archives: PARIS

Marais Rendezvous – November 23, 1983 – Journal

August 25, 2024 – 9:43 am

Rendezvous Sasha at 7:00 Ma Bourgogne Place Des Vosges Her husband out of town___ Someplace to go Someone to meet___ 6:45 Leave the apartment___ Out on Rue de Deux Ponts Le nuit Light floats as bulbs Atop the street lamps___ The sidewalk Swept by a cold northern rain A good raincoat, gloves, beret Totalment Okay___ […]

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August 23, 1983 – Paris – Journal

August 23, 2024 – 10:18 am

Raoul from New York is Paris’ leading baby bum for the last 6 months. Baby bum is my term for all the young transients hanging at the Pere Tranquille from this city, France, Europe and everywhere around the world, who come to the City of Light without any plan other than cast their fate to […]

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Swimming In The Seine 1985

August 3, 2024 – 6:37 pm

In the summer of 1985 I rode my Vespa 150 east from Paris along the Seine until reaching a strand of strand past Melun. The temperature was warm and I waded into the river. It smelled of algae, but I plunged into the waters. Not pleasant, but not unpleasant, then again as a child in […]

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Childcity, Aprilcity – Gregory Corso

July 26, 2024 – 1:37 pm

Baby City, April City, angel spirits hiding in the gates, poets, parasites in their hair, beautiful Baudelaire, Artaud, Rimbaud, Apollinaire, contemplate the night city – Whistleblowers and goalkeepers, Penalty of Montparnasse, mortal Notre Dame, contemplate the night circle, the inherited dome, Hugo and Zola buried together, harleccino’s death trap, the Seine breeds filthy sludge, The […]

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Hangover Ratings

July 14, 2024 – 6:07 am

Bastille Day is a French drinking holiday. The French word for hang-over is ‘gueule de bois’. In Thai it is ‘hang’. If I spoke to Caesar, I’d say that I was ‘crapula’ which is Latin for fucked up the day after, but no one put it better than Kingsley Amis, who once said, “I had […]

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