Bread City Basketball


The Leap by Cliff Dweller
April 26, 2012, 12:44 pm
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Shooting hoops,
you realize that
the spirit of the universe
swirls around you
like a gentle
blue light
The lowering sun beckons
your eyes and nothing else
This is all you need
This is your life,
that hunk of
one city street,
and you become
a thing of beauty
jumping through
the evening’s stillness
with this pumpkin
in your hand
You choose
to be outside
playing basketball
because you have
a small hole to fill
A net of darkness
that you love
more than a best friend
Street lights are shining again
in the shadow of the city
You’re in the middle,
catching the ball
before you leap
as high as Olympus
And suddenly you see
your fingertips
on the ball
growing older,
growing darker,
the very last drop
of immortality

by Cliff Dweller

1990s tribeca basketball nyc
photo via waiting4brooklyn



Best Side
February 1, 2012, 9:14 am
Filed under: Bread City, New York City, Photography, Poetry | Tags: , ,

Hot bowl of pastina,
23rd Street and the river.
Subway grime patina,
shout to chopped liver.

Chelsea Penthouse NYC Photo
photo by Stephan Alessi



The Secret File
November 1, 2011, 8:56 am
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New York cops in Jersey
and girls who never smile:
there’s something going on there
that’s in a secret file.

Mysterious girl photo by Ana Kras
photo by Ana Kras



BACK IN THE FOLD

Swishing on chain nets
the very last cigarette
the first bowl of cereal
subway timing miracles
crisp American dollars.
Holler.


photo by Eugene Tan
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FRESH PRINCE REAL PHILLY STYLE GREENROOM

Carlton with the tongues out
white Air Force optometrist
bout to fly off on a carpet
like you never even heard of this.


SEE ALSO



SUMMER: IT’S OFFICIAL!
June 13, 2009, 2:07 am
Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Photography, Poetry | Tags: ,

Hot long purple
purple nights
here we come.

summer poem, basketball, jake lemkowitz
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by Jeff Shaw



UPPER WEST SIDE, 2005
May 28, 2009, 12:41 am
Filed under: Bread City, New York City, Photography, Poetry | Tags: , ,

up on riverside and ninety-five
sidewalk heat
3 bags of lye
2 girls on a stoop
waiting for the bus
1 had a tennis racket
so we lit up the dutch.

nyc summer
photo by AC Berkheiser
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DIRECTIONS FOR LA GEAR COMMERCIAL
May 10, 2009, 2:18 am
Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Poetry, Sneakers, Video | Tags: , ,

Take some some sunshine, some tank tops, some LA Gear. Take two people. Have them pretend to have fun while pretending to play basketball while not knowing how to play basketball. Have them hop back and forth with the ball, blatantly traveling. Have them regress into childhood. The playground bully goes through the motions but does not know how to get what he wants. The girl-next-door knows how not to give it to him. This guy will never call her out on double-dribbling. Have them dance. Have them not pretend to not know how to play basketball.  Take a theme song. LA Gear. LA Gear. You’ve got the moovvves. LA Gear.

Sneaker Fact: Karl Malone rocked these.



OHIO SLANG, CIRCA 2006
April 30, 2009, 12:44 am
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holding packs of crayons/
we call that burnt sienna/
cleveland browns bandanna/
my ferrari antenna.

ohio slang, poetry, hip hop



HOTEL CRIME
April 5, 2009, 12:21 am
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On my way down to the lobby
reach quick now it’s a robbery
Arabs rushing in
smashing the antique pottery.

Luckily we rigged
the whole room booby trapped
they look under the rug
and get blown up.

hip hop storytelling explosions



THE HAMPTONS
January 18, 2009, 12:05 am
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we got guns
we got cannons
we got planes
and we got hammocks,
don’t call my cell when
i’m in the hamptons
cause i’m eating
two-hundred dollar
tunafish sandwiches.

The Hamptons, Rap, Guns and Hammocks
photo by Martin Rusch



CONEY ISLAND
December 29, 2008, 12:41 am
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Wire trash cans swarmed
by bees, hair gets salty
in the breeze then sunset sand
and quarts of beer
men stand fishing on the pier.
Fire crackles hot and dry
red waves lap closer
reflecting the sky.


photo by Nicholas Breslow
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THE FULTON MALL

suitcases packed with cigarettes
new sneakers sealed in plastic
men hustling umbrellas
hoping for the storm to break

FULTON MALL GOLD
photo by Bonnie Natko