398 ✝-ing Houston no problem down to Canal, grafing relingos a ✝ fluxus isle o man for our madhatter fables of reconstruction |
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Dear Inurnet, Still taking vantage of unseasonably warm weather to tick off more streets in the name of Maphattan ... gettin ur done, might even finish 'fore we split town for xmas, vamos a ver ... Covered a few stragglers missed on our last walk, then all the way west (into a cold wind) to Pier 40 ... where once we made this vid walking round the perimeter w/ Krishna: .... #40 now freshly painted + paved + u cant circumnavigate the perimeter like we used to on our river runs. Ravers just then (~9 a.m.) disembarking the «Hornblower Infinity» after partying it up all night ... sum remained, still dancing, steaming up the windows of the docked yacht ... overheard 1 exiting say «i'm pumped to go to work now ...» ... past Vito Schnabel's studio, who we just saw coming out of his father's tacky pink palace on the last walk ... past Film Forum + the club of Gilda Radner (a.k.a. Rosanna Rosanna Danna) on W. Houston (renamed in her honor) ... past the park on Houston (a.k.a. Howstin) + 6th where once we saw Tim Robbins playing street hockey ... used to also see Kate Hudson a lot in this hood, w/ that dude from Black Crowes, or pushing a stroller solo. Past the grand-ma+pop 1-stop shop where we used to mail our packages + pick up random things when lived us in the hood—«Something Special» ... on that section of MacDougal always closed off to cars ... a few doors down from where Patti Smith lives/lived... not that we fans, only know cuz had us friends that lived next door. Down Houustin, zippering in a few stray streets in for completeness sake. ... speaking of relingos, forgot to mention on the last walk that E.V. = king of empty-lot-cum-community-gardens ... if u cd call them that, mostly full of jank + funky junk ... surely not much edible growing. ... over to where Howstin + the relingoished wedge o park tween Howstin + 1st murge @ 1st ave ... the oregin of the nown universe u cd say ... (1, 1). Past Katz (where whatshername faked an O), that knish shop, Mercury Lounge, etc... tropo landmarks + haunts to mention. Howstin really a mess these days, all ripped up + cobbled w/ metal plates. As we've said, Manhattan ever a work-in-progress ... 1 big reconstruction zone ... the mob leveraging our tax $$$ @ our inconvenience ... leaving ever scaffolding eye-sores
Looping back on Stanton ... to where it turns into Prince + the L.E.S. churns into SoHo.
Eyes flicker in R.E.M. when look us up into the glaring white sky... Maphattan a dreamachine, triggering songlines as we wander, hitting harmonics ... cris-✝-ing a zillion alturnate paths, sum our own ... en otro lugar + tiempo, footprints still m-pressed ... zig-zagging to deconstruct + revisit ... accumulating to 1 day become nostalgia (from the Greek nostos-'return home’ + algos-‘pain’) ... the Nostos section of 'SSES" 'SSES" "SSEY' saving us for later ... After coming back from Nairobi in 2009 we worked in these parts ... @ Prince + Bdwy ... sum good lunch places a comer (¡el año en que los carritos de tacos finalmente afloraron!), pero demasiado turistas ... + the only place ever we got stuck in a hellevator, seriously ... worked on the 7½th floor like in Malkovich. Our lexicon coaleSESSing still, distilling, ever reforming into a holding patturn to re-emerge in x-isle chi sà dove, forse becoming a Raft Manifest ... Around 2006-7 worked us on Varick ... 1 of our favorite areas to work in the city. Where the bicoastal CEO (family man from California) OD'd ... found dead w/ our death-rock co-worker who never showed up for work again. Good PR covered it all up. Past what they (Scorsese + location scouts) called «Terminal Bar» in After Hours (1985)—in reality now the Emerald Pub ... + sure enuf—a✝ the street—the beehived Teri Garr's mod apartment. The loft of Kiki (Linda Fiorentino) to come later in this post ... ... past the Bowery Poetry Club + the ghost of CBGBs. Even what remains on Bowery now gone in spirit. Stopped for lunch @ Freemans ... hidden away @ the end of the above alley. Cool atmosphere but not-so-good food + service. ... ironically mostly vegetarian, tho stuffed animals + parts lurking in all corners. ... continuing along Rivington ... ... then looped back west on Delancey, past the Bowery Ballroom... to Kenmare (that post-Rome we pronounce «ken-mar-ay») to Broome ... ... also passed the bar used in Donnie Brasco + Godfather III + other Litttaly landmarks («where so + so shot so + so») ... otherwise what little Italian remains engulfed by Chinatown. ... we also used to live on Essex, between Hester + Grand ... around 2006. In the building that used to house the original Guss's pickles. Where our upstairs neighbors used to breakdance + play volleyball listening to Foghat at all hours + our hasidic landlord too wimpy to do aNYthing about it (FIT student whose daddy paid a years rent up front). Besides ever reconstructing itself, scaffold-shrouded Manhattan often feels like 1 big movie set ... its beauty self-perpetuating its own demise in a vicious cycle. Trop exclusif pour commun folk/artists Switching back from streets to written pages ... still going thru our books end of year—no te preocupes, u wont find any «best of» lists here—just getting a grip on our To Read pile in prep for nomadic walkingabout in 2015. Finally we can actually fit it all on 1 shelf now: ... i.e. what u can expect us to talk about here come 2015 ... at least the 1st part of it. What filed us this week under read: > The Original Alice: From Manuscript to Wonderland by Sally Brown—about the making of Alice in Wonderland. Our mom sent this to us a while back while we researched 'SSES" 'SSES" "SSEY' ... she has it in her head that our brother (the other ½ of Chaulky White) = a reincarnation of John Tenniel ... came to her in a vision @ sum holistic spa in NorCal where she saw the Chesire Cat smiling down upon her. The book talks more about the relationship of Charles Dodgson (a.k.a. Lewis Carroll) to «the real» Alice ... the subject of @ least 1 movie ... seems the inspiration essentially the same as what led Nabokov to write Lolita. > The New Manifesto of the Newlights Press—not so much a book as, well, what the title implies ... the chapbook itself adhering to the book-making principles which it advocates, cranked by hand on letterpress. The laid out words intresting insight into publishing + what it means to make book objets ... preaching what they practice. > Fluxus Island by Franticham—where Franticham = the combined force of the dynamic duo, Francis Van Meale + Antic-Ham, the power couple behind Red Fox Press + where Fluxus Island = a manifest of sorts of what the fluxus movement means to them, w/ plenty of illustrative examples of course. > untitled (has a drawing of a whale on the front) little chapbook by Jon Carling—not even sure how this came into our possession, but sum fine illustrations, mostly of animals + whatnot. > Tarp Coding Parameters—again, not sure where we got this—an architecture manual by Pratt students ... has sum interesting images + essays, like: «Deleuze and the Use of the Genetic Algorithm in Architecture» (by Manuel DeLanda) + «Computational Labyrinth: Towards a Borgesian Architecture» (by Léopold Lambert). > Instan by Cecilia Vicuña—a speciel book that we've let our eyes wander in here + there. Vicuña gives dynamic form to letters + language ... down to an atomic level, like Feynman Diagrams—letters + words colliding + reforming like particles, articles + penciled prepositions curving + verbing a ✝ planes + pages. Evidently she wrote these tween NYC, Buenos Aires, Santiago + the Southern Andes (where we found ourselves this time last year). |
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