Scene 29 Scene Twenty Nine East Hampton After we made whatever we made, love or hateful ravishing fuck, well I did not see her or hear from her for several weeks and retreated into dark depression. I traveled out of the City on the Long Island Rail road to my family dacha, then became quite drunk. Strong Island, oh how … Continue reading That Night, S.29
1 My oh my. Tickle me Tamerlane. I wish I were part of a religion important enough to have my God housed in that thing, thinks the pilgrim as he looks up at the sprawling temple complex on the mount in this little desert town. This is the Pale City in the badlands. The streets are dark. An … Continue reading A.R. Chp.1
Scene 3 Scene Three Upper West Side Seventeen stories up, the rooftop deck of the Trickovitch Family Penthouse looks North and West over the Hudson River, the Upper East Side, and also the George Washington Bridge. There are not one but two garden terraces. So much light and so much air, all under nine hundred American dollars. Much to the chagrin of the Satmars … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain, S.3.
Scene 2 Scene Two Off the coast of Nicaragua Far below the waves of the black, blue Caribbean, a vast underwater leviathan of a craft named the Black Mermaid hulks its way gradually toward the surface. The vessel is forty kilometers off the Eastern coast of Nicaragua, sloshing and bashing the waters. It cascades aggressively. All of these things happen in depths of … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain, S.2.
Scene 1 Scene One New York City Blast the damn heat, for my brow drips. For in New York it gets so hot in the late of August, a swelter box, most people of any means flee to their dachas in Strong Island. Dawn is now rising, breaking and expanding on the garden roof of an ancient print house that’s been—at … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain, S.1.