This letter was originally mailed to Paul Auster in about 2000 when he was collecting stories on his NPR radio show Other True Tales. Some of these stories were made into the book True Tales of American Life (First published under the title I Thought My Father Was God, and Other True Tales from NPR’s National …
Heard firsthand on the street in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. (Actual Conversation): Man has a clipboard and confronts an old woman. MAN: Well, If you don’t want to sign the petition, it’s up to you. OLD WOMAN: That’s right. MAN: It’s a”¦ OLD WOMAN: You can’t make ME!!! MAN: Fine. OLD WOMAN: I’m not going to sign …
A festival takes place today in honor of a giant pool. Old men sit on benches uninvolved. There is a memory room with pictures. A parade goes by the window. Ghosts set foot down somewhere. All memories are crafted by chances ghosts make. Ghosts make us remember moments. BD and I walked around the park …
Recorded on Montrose Ave in Williamsburg Brooklyn between 1992-1995 Humwawa defines the wrath and smite of a VERY UGLY GOD, and that God’s ever-loving penchant for wholesale disintegration. Essentially a collection of various loose criminal affiliations, stolen electronics equipment, and drug inspired unclean living, the Humwawa recording facility had the ambiance of a windowless bunker that vaulted the confines of day and night.
