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when i lived in Brooklyn
Jun. 2nd, 2003 10:34 amTold you it was the end of the world -- http://www.nytimes.com/2003/06/01/nyregion/01wate.html
What I remember is a Halloween festival down there, where admission was free, if you brought a candle, and snaking through all the debris and stuff to the make-shift entrance gate that had been set up.
The party was in an abandoned building that had been the turnaround for the old Broolyn trolley system. There were troughs in the ground, four or five feet deep, where the trains and their tracks at been.
In these pits were performers, writhing around in costumes and paint, the demons that may or may break out on such a night. Across the way a woman stood half naked on a gigantic metal drum, spinning fire on chains and intoning something in german as random film snippets were projected behind her.
We melted our candles to anything we could, and money was collected, rent from us to the homeless family that normally lived there. And the sky was purple, at least until midnight when a lot of the bigger Manhattan buildings dim or put out their lights. Night comes later in places like that.
What I remember is a Halloween festival down there, where admission was free, if you brought a candle, and snaking through all the debris and stuff to the make-shift entrance gate that had been set up.
The party was in an abandoned building that had been the turnaround for the old Broolyn trolley system. There were troughs in the ground, four or five feet deep, where the trains and their tracks at been.
In these pits were performers, writhing around in costumes and paint, the demons that may or may break out on such a night. Across the way a woman stood half naked on a gigantic metal drum, spinning fire on chains and intoning something in german as random film snippets were projected behind her.
We melted our candles to anything we could, and money was collected, rent from us to the homeless family that normally lived there. And the sky was purple, at least until midnight when a lot of the bigger Manhattan buildings dim or put out their lights. Night comes later in places like that.
