New Sun Temple Video!

A big thanks to rareaudiobooks.com for this great new promo video for The Sun Temple! Listen to the Psychonaut read from the first chapter, The Hieroglyph, as lurid and profane scenes of a Long Lost Battery float before your troubled eyes!

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“Franz Kafka meets Baron Munchausen in a run-down public park.”

PIER A

“A tropical hallucination in a temperate climate.”

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“An Orientalist becomes disoriented in a public park.”

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Nooks & Crannies of a Lost Chinatown—1980’s

Chinatown doesn’t look quite like this anymore of course. For decades it seemed to resist change—I falsely assumed that this would always be the case. The relentless pressures of the New Manhattan have finally caught up with it, and we have begun to see horror stories in the newspapers about long-time elderly tenants being forced out of their homes…

An intriguing wedge of space—a doorway in the Old City:

KEN CHENG

Mott Street Optical—the wonderful old neon sign is long gone:

 

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The Tung Goon Association is still here at 3 Ludlow Street, but the bricks are painted over with a uniform red. However, the doorway retains its off-kilter charm:

TUNG GOON

Bayard Street, right next to the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory:

GOLDEN CITY

Canal Street—looking west:

WORLD CAPITAL

A magnificently corroded entrance—I can’t recall what street this was:

 

 

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The Colors and Signage of Chinatown, NYC, 1980’s

On a long ago photo shoot (over 35 years!), I wandered leisurely through the streets of Chinatown, with my cheap little Fujica camera, mesmerized by the colors and signage…

The Mott Street Optical sign (reminiscent of The Great Gatsby?) caught my eye:

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The absolute chaos of the mighty Canal Street! Even the toxic Newport signage doesn’t really bother me…

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The Chinatown Ice Cream Factory on Bayard Street— I still stop in whenever I am in the neighborhood:

ICE CREAM

Chatham Square:

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On the Number 7 Train heading towards Main Street, Flushing, NYC…

On the Number 7 Train on a cold & windy Wednesday, heading towards Main Street, Flushing to visit my brother in Booth Memorial Hospital. I decided to document the trip by photographing through the intermediary of the somewhat less-than-pristine windows. I sequenced these shots in  chronological order as  we travel through Queens.

TRACK WORKERS

AUTO REPAIR

TREES SEEN FROM #7 TRAIN

Above: I always appreciated this view of the trees from the elevated tracks of the Number 7 Train as we get nearer to Main Street, Flushing…

UHAUL

Above: one of the last remnants of Old Flushing: the tower of what was formerly the Serval Zipper Factory, as we approach Main Street—the final stop on the 7 Train…

CITY FIELD

Above: At the next-to-the-last stop on the 7 Train: Willets Point with a view of the new City Field Stadium that recently replaced the old Shea Stadium

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The last view before we enter the tunnel—these houses always impressed upon me a drab and forlorn melancholy…

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COMING UP NEXT: The Psychic Ruins of Main Street!

Jarmulowsky Bank Building, NYC—1980’s

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Built in 1912, the Jarmulowsky Bank Building stands on the corner of Canal and Orchard Streets. Abandoned for decades, it’s a bank with a rather colorful reputation. Sender Jarmulowsky established his bank in 1873, and when World War I broke out, German investors pulled out and the bank went belly-up, and sold at a bankruptcy auction in 1920. The building originally featured a circular temple structure—a tempietto—rising 50 feet to a dome ringed by eagles. The building was renovated in 1990 by Sing May Realty and the tempietto destroyed. Of course it was.

I understand that the building was recently turned into a “boutique, luxury hotel” (why not?—it’s their city now, and that’s the way it should be) and that the dome is being restored: a miracle!

I must have taken this shot in the early 1980’s—but I’m guessing…and it certainly made a splendid ruin. Yes, I much preferred the sleeping, forgotten, and abandoned city of the 1970’s and 1980’s (despite the ever-present threat of crime and violence…).

Yes, the mystery of the Jarmulowsky Bank Building at the corner of Canal and Orchard…a mystery not wanting to be “solved”.

 

 

New York City in the 1970’s

I bought an inexpensive Fujika camera for my foundation year photography class at the School of Visual Arts in 1976—and I would occasionally shoot a roll of film or two around the city for the next few years. And oh, how I wish I had captured more of that vanished and vanishing city…

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View from the Brooklyn Bridge, on the Brooklyn side, facing south I believe—1970’s.

THE TOMBS

View of the Tombs from the roof of the Clocktower Building. 1970’s.

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103rd Street Corona Plaza subway station on the No. 7 Line. 1970’s.

Tired of fake religious sacraments? Try a real one!

In my new novel, The Sun Temple, I share my experiences with the Holy Leaf. Travel with me from the darkness of a wretched East Village tenement to the euphoria of Battery Park NYC, as I navigate the extreme highs & lows of cannabis intoxication.

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The Ruin in the middle of the lake in Tarrytown, N.Y.

Late afternoon, and the sun is playing tricks around the lake as it gets ready to disappear behind the trees…next time I must try to get here around 11:00 when the Ruin ought to be directly under the sun’s rays…I’ve become interested in this little structure lately…

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RUIN 2

 

RUIN

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An Overcast Afternoon at the Lake in Tarrytown, N.Y.

I walked up to the lake last week on an overcast Wednesday afternoon—this was the first photo that I snapped:

TREE STUMP

This ruined little structure sits right in the middle of the lake—don’t know what it was used for—but it makes a splendid ruin…

LAKE WITH RUIN

An overcast day provides a gentle and muted palette…

BEIGE LEAVES

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I had wandered off course—into the electronic hailstorm of Times Square…

I made the decision to walk  from Union Square all the way up to Grand Central Terminal because, being in a somewhat weakened condition, I could not bring myself to descend into the maelstrom of the subways. Normally I will walk up Park Avenue South, but this time, for some reason, I decided to change my route, and instead, headed up Madison Avenue. At some point, I must have wandered off course, because I eventually found myself in Times Square. It’s a very rare occasion for me to venture into Times Square at any time of day—much less at night. Consequently, I was not quite prepared for the electronic hailstorm that greeted me as I approached 42nd Street. I realized that I hadn’t been there in years, and things had moved on in my absence—it was no longer the Times Square that I remembered…

Nevertheless, I was able to calm the Great Beast down for a second or two, and absconded with a few static images from the exploding chaos. I then fled for my life across 42nd Street towards Grand Central, where the Metro-North waited to take me up to the relative tranquility of Tarrytown, N.Y.  Lord!

TIMES SQUARE

 

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