Two forces jostle each other in the American Psyche: the drive to make it big in the culture of corporate skyscraperland; and the yearning to escape these cell-blocks and embrace “meaningful” existence by roaming the frontier as some kind of cowboy or new age hipster.
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Smith & Wollensky, corner of Third Avenue and 49th Street (tel. 753-1530), is a big (seating capacity: 400), old-fashioned green and white wooden building in the heart of Third Avenue skyscraperland.
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The editor, some butch British fuck named Arthur St. George, took it upon himself to turn his review of Rocket Heart into an editorial on the evils of irresponsible rock-star life and made this screed the Editor’s Note, right under a picture of him looking smarmy at his desk in skyscraperland.
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A replaying perhaps by my mind / of the time / I lost my passport / in San Francisco / and the hectic day spent / reporting to police / reporting to Consulate / obtaining emergency passport / checking insurance / rebooking flight / by internet / by telephone / by footslog tram taxi uphill downhill / in amazing steephill skyscraperland / of movie memories
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