After work yesterday I made my way to Chelsea. I met friends and had a horrible dinner at Hollywood Diner.
We boarded the F train to Queens and before switching to the Flushing line we were lost!
Having made our way to Shea Stadium we did see the first pitch, and the first run, and the great catch, and the bases loaded (twice), and the Mets lose.
I was home by 1:30 A.M. It's a long subway ride from Flushing to Kensington.
Happy Birthday, Arthur Rimbaud, who turns 152 today.
Tonight: Patti Smith at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
2 comments:
Will you post to Verlaine on his birthday? How come no comment on CBGBs?
No comment on CBGB because Hilly drove the place into the ground through sheer avarice; not because THE MAN wanted to shut it down.
I will discuss Verlaine someday when writing about Catholic penitents, or delving into French impressionistic poetry.
I write about Rimbaud because he was a punk!
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