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Groundhog, do you burrow like William Seward Burroughs? In a windowless bunker at 222 Bowery? (back in the bad old days on Bowery) Chipmunk, do you burrow like William S. Burroughs? Boro Cooling and Heating, LLC, you provide comfort to the houses... read more »
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Take all blank nights at country blue grass blues To spend one digging cat in be hat At Five Spot You haven’t heard Monk Till ye seen him Thump! Bump! Bump! Thump! Hip jazz angel Hop essential Harp the bass Hype the place Tip the daisy Pull... read more »
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Spring I hope for Giggling Ling[1] a bright and green young strident thing Ling and I shall ping pong ping bebop Rhythm-a-ning bing and dream eternal heavenly spring ding, ding…ding a ling… swing dissonance ping wing[2] Trinkle Tinkle,... read more »
“He made an effort to hold down a regular job, but he was a terrible employee and didn’t seem to be suited for anything practical…” I Celebrate Myself: The Somewhat Private Life of Allen Ginsberg by Bill Morgan I once had an extraordinary... read more »
by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon A criminal — car thief, wife beater, sociopath — told me about the Great Falls in Paterson, New Jersey, when I was seventeen. Probation mandated that the thug enlist in a state-funded... read more »
The parts of summer that Annie and I weren’t together could only mean one of two things: that one of us was sleeping or working. When Annie was working, I found ways to keep myself busy. There were plenty of things to do and I usually played... read more »
by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon When I was a little girl, early in the 1960s, my mother and father and sisters and brother and I were driving home from an outing at New York’s Central Park Zoo. My father drove down Seventh Avenue South... read more »
a short story by katy gurin Christine and Jason went to a new friend’s costume party dressed as grizzly bears. They learned to mimic a bear’s loose, muscular, pigeon-toed gait, and they artfully constructed outfits from shaggy fake... read more »
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And the Hippos is quite engaging. Highly recommended for those compelled by the ...
Sujit Phatak:
Thanks for the article. Never knew this about HST, then again I am very new to h...
Matthew Levi Stevens:
Should anybody need any further convincing about David's excellent book, I have ...
Clara:
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I’m a journalism student writing an article about the influence of the Be...
james wireman:
hey david, I just stumbled across your site and magazine. How great it is to fin...
