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It can't be organic.
Collateral damage and slow demolition around the area that used to house Yankee Stadium.
When the ground returns to plenty.
Memories of a young aesthete.
Travelling through what was once known as Baltic and South Carolina Avenues.
A trip through what was once known as "Little Belfast."
Stuck between the grit of Brooklyn and the airy, quasi-suburban atmosphere of its neighbors to the east and south.
Unlike the well-preserved DUMBO, Manhattan's area between the bridges has been decimated through the years by demolition.
The complexities of staying in the headlines.
Just the usual snarls in a pleasurable NYC visit.
Xenia (not by Harmony Korine).
Is poetry from the raw emotional trauma stemming from an imperfect childhood? Are we born poets or evolved out of ego and experience?
The fuzzy mess of people, places, and events that never existed blur out of focus flashbacks and unwanted overexposures in non-events. The time and place remain unclear.
The never-ending biker/driver feud continues in Portland.
Book reviews. Huh!
Tracking the Nephilim from ancient times to a possible future.
Don't follow the guidelines.
I know a thing or two about taking a dump.
Somehow it managed to be both postmodern and reactionary.
My relationship with weed.
Autist disagrees with expert.
The author of A Streetcar Named Desire and many more talks about his life and career in this interview aired on July 22, 1979.
The author talks to Buckley for an hour in this episode aired on February 1, 1977.
A compilation of appearances by writers on the talk show.
The actor and director talks about his new memoir The Friday Afternoon Club on CBS Sunday Morning.
The author on his retrospective anthology The Time of Our Time.
The prolific author talks to Brace Belden and Liz Franczak about grief, compounds, our horrid present, and helping other people.
The late author talks about short fiction, his disinterest in writing, and his distrust of computers.
The author talks about his novel The Ground Beneath Her Feet.
I’ll skip St. Louis, but never Chicago. What year is it (#489)?
