[Pigging by Wilfrid: September 28, 2007]
Not the one in Barcelona, anyway. La Boqueria, the food market where I would like to spend every remaining day of my life.
No, this is Boqueria, the tapas (kind of) joint where L'Acajou used to be.
[New York Peasant by Wilfrid: September 28, 2007]
In this, the fiftieth year of On the Road, it looks like the Beats are going to linger.
I already devoted two articles to a walking tour of Greenwich Village based around a book published by City Lights (thanks for the link). I said then that I hadn't done Burroughs justice; but in fact the party for Kerouac is by no means over. A forthcoming New York Public Library exhibition, a new book by John Leland, Why Kerouac Matters, the publication of the original "scroll" version of Road, and now attendant ruminations by Louis Menand in The New Yorker.
Scroll on down for Abstract Expressionism at the Met...
[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: September 28, 2007]
Jean Lafitte, to be specific, a privateer in the Gulf of Mexico, "king" of the swamps of Louisiana, and run out of New Orleans in 1817, leaving behind him Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop, the oldest building in the French corner (it's a real tumbledown shanty) and reputedly the oldest bar in the United States.
[New York Peasant by Wilfrid: September 21, 2007]
Neil Jordan's "The Brave One", released a week ago: I don't suppose it was sponsored by New York City tourism. Back to the mean streets; back to Travis Bickle. And how the hell did Jodie Foster get to be forty-four?
[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: September 21, 2007]
A quick whiz through the Great Wen, September '97...battered bouquets strewn in the streets and dew-dampened photos of Princess Diana flapping from palace railings. Funeral time, more or less.