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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 4, 1978 – East Village – Journal

December 14, 2023 – 11:11 am

4:10am I lie on the living room floor. My ribs hurt less that way. Vincent Price was killing zombies on the TV and the NY Sunday Times is scattered besides me. I’m reading the back pages of the travel section, wishing I had enough money to buy a round-the-world ticket. $1100. I only have $78 […]

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December 2, 1978 – Journal Entry Later

December 14, 2023 – 10:41 am

In the morning Alice says, “I want to see the country. All of it.” She is going home to West Viginia for the holidays. Split between her divorced parents. A daunting experience and she asks, “Can you come skiing with me at Snowshoe?” An Appalachian ski resort. “I’d love to, but I’m going north to […]

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November 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 3, 2023 – 6:40 pm

Alice is busy with the play again. Two dates at Irving Plaza scheduled for December and I have been employed as the bouncer. That’s all I am good for thanks to my wicked smile and speedy fists. Alice’s only reason to be with me is as her protector, but never her pimp, although she denies […]

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