The Global Online Magazine of Arts, Information & Entertainment

July-August 2015 |Volume 11 Number 4


Documenting Chinatown

Photographer rediscovers work from 30 years ago

An interview with Bud Glick

“Our photography becomes a part of the history of the community in which we work.”




Before We Have an Honest Discussion About Race

Galanty Miller/On Race


“…it’s easy to expunge slavery from our collective memory.”




On the Fringe: The Art of Chris Dale

“What is unpredictable are the subjects…”


Featured Posts

On Location / France


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Jean-Claude Bélégou:

Yesterday as Today

With “Studies/Humanities,” the artist returns to fundamentals, such as the “procession of models of Wednesday afternoon in the ’70s.” He cites the influence of philosophers, writers and filmmakers…



Photo: Peter Moore

Then and Now

Motorcycle Memories

By Stephen Poleskie

…if the weather is half good, there are the motorcycles. Coming up the hill it’s a roar or a whine, depending on whether the bike is a Harley hog or a café racer. Going down it’s a muffled growl and a pop, pop, pop, or a whining ring, ding, ding, as the rider downshifts. But I can’t complain about the motorcycle riders, as I was once one of them myself. I can recall fondly rattling down the canyons of Manhattan with my straight pipes blaring…




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Where Have All the Bookstores Gone?

New York City’s Independent Booksellers —

Endangered Species or

Phoenix on the Rise?





Am I Being Too Literal?

by Mark Levy

 The word “literal,” for me, has gone from being mildly annoying to exasperating. After you hear why, I am pretty sure it will literally rankle you, too.

Literal is an adjective that means taking a word in its usual, explicit, or most basic or ordinary sense. When you’re being literal, you’re about as straightforward as you can get…


Editor's Note

If “Timing is everything,” the timing of this issue is on the money.

 Galanty Miller’s regular Retweets are accompanied with an essay by the author as sociologist (Galanty is a sociology professor) in a conversation about Race – “an honest discussion,” at that, preceded by “an honest discussion about Slavery.” Especially relevant as the nation climbs out its foxhole after the Charleston shootings, and as a conflicted world deals with an epidemic of intolerance in all its forms that threatens peace and freedom from South Carolina to Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Nigeria, et al, ad nauseum.

If you’re as tired as am I of the use and abuse of the words “literal” and “literally”, then read Casual ObserverMark Levy’s column… the sooner the overworked adjective and adverb are put to bed, the better.

Music editor Fred Roberts kills it again, this time with his review of The Base, who kill it themselves with music that’s as addictive as anything we’ve heard in quite a while…. Think of it as a combination of The National and Leonard Cohen, with a dose of Dada.  Haunting melodies, haunting lyrics from what could well be haunted musicians.

Politics Editor Jim Palombo presents his provocative and timely observations following a month-long stay in Cuba.  And, in a bit of a change from his usual work, Palombo, along with 30-year Rolling Stones’ roadie and guitar tech Johnny Starbuck, presents an engaging piece on Johnny’s career.

The featured image (above) is one of several from the Chinatown Series of photographs taken by Bud Glick in the 1970s, when Chinatown was still a most distinctive neighborhood in lower Manhattan…

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Saramanda Swigart/Fiction

She listened until she could hear the objects in the room hum. The gilt plates, impressed with hunting scenes from the Shahnameh, hummed a rich bass. The archeologists had gasped when they saw she’d set the table with them. They’d put on their gloves so the oil from their hands wouldn’t touch the gold, and rushed them back to her father’s study, and closed the glass over them.

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Where is My Weather is a wonderful album, the cognac of rock and roll, gritty, dirty, poetic, thoughtful, wonderfully arranged, and rich cultural influences befitting its geographical birthplace. It could be a distant cousin to Steve Wynn’s Crossing Dragon Bridge, recorded in Slovenia. Trying to place Norbert Wally’s vocals has been driving me crazy.

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Galanty Miller/Re-Tweets

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On Location/France

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Got Them Missouri Blues/Music

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On the Fringe: The Art of Chris Dale

Chris Dale is as self-effacing as one would expect a person to be whose passion overrules ego. Short on answers, long on art — where he spends his time — his work represents the expression of ideas and feelings in a consistent and nearly predictable manner. What is unpredictable are the subjects, which range from a dancer caught in her own moment, to the appearance and acceptance of a gay couple kissing…

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