BY ELIZABETH ZIMMER | With live performance shut down all over the city, those of us who survive by ogling beautiful movers and making sense of their art are starved for stimulation. Thus it was that the mere promise of living, breathing dancers floating barefoot or in pointe shoes, and accompanied by actual musicians sharing […]
Writing the Apocalypse is a weekly series featuring the poems, essays, and recollections of Puma Perl, with subject matter influenced by her experiences as a NYC resident during the COVID-19 pandemic. Window Panes | BY PUMA PERL We took lots of acid, placed bets on whether the sun would rise in the morning. […]
BY GERALD BUSBY | It wasn’t quite Halloween when I moved into the Chelsea Hotel, late September 1977, but ghostly fun—which is what I’d call my early days at 222 West 23rd Street—started in right away. I had just returned from working with Robert Altman on the movie A Wedding, shot in and near Chicago, and […]
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“Writing the Apocalypse” is a weekly series featuring the poems, essays, and recollections of Puma Perl, with subject matter influenced by her experiences as a NYC resident during the COVID-19 pandemic. The Breaks | BY PUMA PERL Sometimes, you just need a break. I drive upstate. On 87, just past Newburgh, an SUV passes me, […]
BY TRAV S. D, | Halloween! Or All Hallows’ Eve, that traditional night when tourists from the nether region burst their bounds and come to the surface for a little sightseeing. Fortunately, here in NYC, we have the perfect place to put them up: The Chelsea Hotel. Located at 222 W. 23rd St. (btw. Seventh […]
BY CHIP DEFFAA | I’ve never known anyone quite like veteran theater-owner/producer Edith O’Hara—longtime manager/artistic director of the 13th Street Repertory Theater (and mother of actresses Jenny O’Hara and Jill O’Hara)—who has just died at the age of 103. And she died exactly the way she wanted to: At home, not in a hospital, in […]
BY ELIZABETH ZIMMER | When Alejandra Duque Cifuentes, Executive Director of Dance/NYC, married a fellow Colombian two years ago, the young couple were clear about their priorities. “Because we spent most of our time outside,” said Duque Cifuentes, “we chose to live in a small space, a safe haven of separation from our work.” But […]
“Writing the Apocalypse” is a weekly series featuring the poems, essays, and recollections of Puma Perl, with subject matter influenced by her experiences as a NYC resident during the COVID-19 pandemic. Fear/less: Still My City | BY PUMA PERL You’re too stupid to be afraid, my mother used to say. Maybe I was. Wandering […]
“Writing the Apocalypse” is a weekly series featuring the poems, essays, and recollections of Puma Perl, with subject matter influenced by her experiences as a NYC resident during the COVID-19 pandemic. The Writer: May His Memory Be Blessed | BY PUMA PERL Mr. Savage, you’re not dead yet? And leave my rent-controlled apartment? […]