Today was my lucky day. After a late dinner with Josefina Ayerza, by some mystical force we decided to pass by Kathy Grayson’s ‘Hole’, the new gallery on Greene Street, for a peek. In front of their next door neighbour, the ponciest bagmaker Louis Vuitton, someone had dumped bundled blocks of countless Sotheby’s catalogues. I scuffled [...]
Author Archives: 9
The Great Scouse
I redeemed this moment from the window of the ignoble Morrison Hotel boutique wankpit/gallery/shop on Prince Street. Insolence is a trademark of 9.
My Office
Finishing off the editing/formatting of my new book of poems: Intermittent Lunacy at my open air office facing the East Village. When there I usually stay till sundown and get a lot of work done.
The Sun Said
Irresistible. The Sun dipping in the western horizon beyond Manhattan.
The Rabbit Hole
Soothing my natural needs for a split second in the concrete jungle. The coffee is grand.
Ms. Monroeing
After I wrote the poem Marilyn Monroe – based on the news I heard about her posthumous book release – I came across this on Wythe avenue. You may listen to the poem on bibliotek.
Tongue in Cheeky Records
Tonight, at Zebulon, Brooklyn, I am throwing a party. A nice break from KiNo Live preparations. Spinning with records I love. Come along and say hello with the clicking of your dancing shoes. Zebulon is located at 258 wythe avenue. 2230 kick-off.
A Night’s Hard Day
Alan McSeveney and KiNo at the Night of Joy after working with monstrous machines and cables all day in the studio.
Bangers, Mash & Beans
Tea and sympathy servicing my expatriate needs, Greenwich Village.
Arranging Rearranging
On the dissecting table a batch of songs for the KiNo Live:
Pack of Wolves, Bequeath me the World, Vainglorious, Pola Negris and Won’t Do… Virtues of big sheets and coloured felt tip pens. Poet at work.

