Fracas is a Bar
Jul27

Fracas is a Bar

Fracas is a bar I live not far Oh, the place is full of history Involving many a cop and car A big melee comes to memory About the night Of the smashing fist fight In the parking lot And not a little but a lot From near and yon two hundred folks Online zine screamed and spoke The place shut down With nary a frown But soon reopened Sharply spoken About hush-hush dollars And boy, folks hollered Things calmed down In the town But now new...

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From Albion to Shangri-La
Jul23

From Albion to Shangri-La

From Albion to Shangri-La consists of collected excerpts from Peter Doherty’s journals, circa 2008 to 2013, with an added selection from his tour diaries, all rounded off with a previously unpublished interview with editor, Nina Antonia – the rock journalist’s rock journalist, no stranger to the darker excesses of some of rock’s more elegantly wasted sons – whose sharp eye and clear ear have been called upon to assist in this literary...

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“To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” i
Jul22

“To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” i

The title of the William Butler Yeats poem “To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” makes me cringe. Is it kind to encourage a friend whose talent may be nonexistent, or is it kinder to speak plainly, in other words, tell the truth? Friend, it’s my unfortunate obligation to say you have no talent in this area and must give this up, the sooner the better, because you‘re wasting everyone’s time and making yourself crazy and are...

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Carousel Gone
Jul18

Carousel Gone

“I hitch-hiked to Asbury Park . . . when I got there, I was exhausted—” i Carousel gone “No plans, lady, just making the building stable. Keep away from the machine.” Enable me, construction man, to see beyond coarse gritty sand Mermaid vamp and debauch Rests upon a tarnished couch Where goest dream place childhood? Face the ocean where once we stood Soggy foggy July morn Hung over and still forlorn Parking deck hangs undone In the...

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Vanity of July
Jul16

Vanity of July

Tonight it pours for the first time in three weeks In the hot humid heat of July I watch from second floor window As Red Bank streets puddle Girls carrying packages run down narrow alley Boys stand in a doorway ready to make mad dash Happy to see rain wash dry streets For the first time it’s quiet here I like the sound of rain And flash of lightening Thunder Empty waterfront streets I wish it would rain all summer And stay cool...

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Red Banks
Jul08

Red Banks

Train whistles blow past Edward Hopper Early Sunday morning red brick buildings Long sad golden windows whisper intrigues Always watching me The sun sets in the West on the brick and windowpanes As I look down upon the Navesink My heart sinks, sank, sunk What am I doing here on these red banks? What am I doing any place? I woke up and didn’t know where I was Fixx across from my window I fix I fixed I have fixed i Fix the Fixx, a wharf...

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Lawrence and Me
Jun15

Lawrence and Me

Clearing out the garage Going through mountains of books Nooks and nooks of books Old English lit books New York and London Harper & Brothers Publishers 1897 Gibbon, Goldsmith, Bentley, Dryden, Coleridge, De Quincey, Wordsworth . . . Bonobos, Silverjones, Rolls, Wetcave, Oilvalley, U Adams, Numbersunworthy . . . And what to my wondering eyes should I find But old friend Lawrence paperback Ferlinghetti-o I say old friend because I...

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Old Shoe
May05

Old Shoe

“ . . . my old cracked shoes weep . . . ” i “ . . . turning an ankle is a Pavlovian fait accompli” ii Desolation Peak Minus perks In the desert of suburban house Over fifty and it’s over Disposable trash Corporate ash Old shoe Friday at three Judas Sealed with a kiss CEO unreined brat Shallow cad Foul-mouthed rat A kiss and dismissal Crass no class An imp An ape Coward Fat cat Loud crude and dull You killed the swan Capricious caprice...

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