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by john joseph kehoe
Pathetic are we to carry on, but no, we have laughter.
Laughter derived from our hopeless desire for salvation.
The imbecility of such is enough entertainment to last more than a century, for the laughter shall echo for a thousand years.
-john joseph kehoe (2002)
EXCERPT FROM Frank O’hara, A City Winter
You have left me to the sewer’s meanwhile,
and I have answered the sea’s open wish
to love me as a bonfire’s watchful hand
guards red the shore and guards the hairy strand,
our most elegant lascivious bile,
my ship sinking beneath the gutter’s fish.
under construction (future project):
F— the Lower East Side!
Go to Hillside!
- No Tapas;
- No Indie Rock Taverns,
- just delights at every corning.
Hillside is a treat to be in. If it is Roti shops from Trinidad, or the Bangladesh halal butchers and grocers and restaurants, the Spanish/Dominican restaurants, or the West Indie bars, Hillside beats the Lower East Side by far.