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December 03, 2008
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Kertesz photographed from his Bird-perch on its West, Dylan walked through to Gerde's and Cafe Wha?, Hendrix to Electric Lady's-- (Daedalus' and Bloom's Crossroads of Rock 'n' Roll). James wrote,...
Kertesz photographed from his
Bird-perch on its West,
Dylan walked through to
Gerde's and Cafe Wha?,
Hendrix to Electric Lady's--
(Daedalus' and Bloom's Crossroads of Rock 'n' Roll).
James wrote, looking from its North:
...This portion of New York appears to many persons the most delectable. It has a kind of established repose which is not of frequent occurrence in other quarters of the long, shrill city...
And it was...
Nabokov-quaint Americana
For Pnims' to nest:
How us?
Locking and
Unlocking the private gate,
Tamping the cobbled mews--
(Echoes of horse's hooves).
Something in the bouillabaisse,
Not from Marseilles,
From Balducci's,
Caused the bray--
(Our roof, high enough to fly).
Compare the last
Yellow-walled chalet in
Little Italy's sky;
Gun forever
Swaying in the air.
Money needed spending,
Nights befriending.
Yes, a few goodfriends
Got out alive, but the
Ravenite nevermore survives.
I hear Jolson on Mulberry,
Lit up like Christmas
Inside Mare Chiarra
(Was that really Mr. Gotti)?
It's all gone now, all that show
And women come and go--
(Offering cash at San Genaro).
Boutiques replace the butcher shops,
Quailing clerks, the bloodied mops.
Ravenite nevermore survives Lit Christmas Mr. Gotti elizabeth john jr. mafia little italy mare chiara PNIM nabokov xmas prison jail mulberry Kertesz Dylan Gerde's Cafe Wha? Hendrix Electric Lady Daedalus Marseilles Crossroad Bloom James mews Balducci's horse hooves