Tag Archives: Anthony scibelli

MAY 18 1978 TIMES SQUARE JOURNAL ENTRY

May 18, 2024 – 3:19 pm

Yesterday Clover and I acted out mini-dramas on 42nd Street. Both of us dressed in the nines. Her skirt cut high to her thigh. We weren’t from the sneakers and jeans brigades. The pedestrians wondered who we were; a young blonde runaway and her protector. Anthony snapped shots of us. He seemed very pleased with […]

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MAY 17, 1978 TIMES SQUARE JOURNAL ENTRY

May 17, 2024 – 3:16 pm

Clover, Anthony, and I are creating a photo-roman based on my story and featuring his photos. Our cast includes Rhonda, Cookie, Klaus as well as Andy Reese playing a hustler gunman. Everyone else from previous test shots; Mark Mitchell, Wendy have been exed from the future shootings. Anthony wants to finish this fast, so he […]

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THE RULE OF MR. KLAUS by Peter Nolan Smith / Anthony Scibelli

August 7, 2021 – 7:56 am

In the early 70s the Twin Towers rose over Lower Manhattan with the promise of a bright future, but by 1975 New York City was declared bankrupt and seven million people lived on the edge of anarchy. The project’s landfill created a desolation along the Hudson. The wind curled around the Twin Towers to blow […]

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PETER NOLAN SMITH READING AT MoMA 02 08 18 Club 57 Show

November 19, 2020 – 1:40 pm

FIRST CHAPTER OF THE END OF MAYBE READ BY PETER NOLAN SMITH – VIDEO BY ERIC MARCIANO – MUSIC BY ANDREW POLLOCK RULES OF KLAUS READ BY WILLEM DAFOE – VIDEO BY ERIC MARCIANO BAD POETRY OF PETER NOLAN SMITH READ BY LARRY FLEISCHMAN DUELLING JOURNALS BY ANN MAGNUSON AND PETER NOLAN SMITH THE END […]

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DETECTIVE POEM # 1

April 6, 2020 – 4:25 am

It’s Three in the morning And my client’s mistress hasn’t left The diplomat’s 65th Street townhouse. The blonde wisp entered at One. The upstairs lights were extinguished at One-fifteen. I stand in the alley. The night wind is a little cold. No complaints. My job is mostly to watch someone else’s life. Not a spy. […]

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