Mike DeCapite – New Work

September 15, 2016

Mike DeCapite + Greg Masters at Local Knowledge: Sunday, September 25, 3 p.m.

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DeCapite at This Long Century

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photo by Don Heiny


A new piece of writing about an old piece of writing: Mike DeCapite writes about his first book at This Long Century.

July 10, 2016

Friday, June 15, Beachland Ballroom: Mike DeCapite / X__X / Obnox / DJ Robert Sikora

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Doors 8:00 / Show 9:00


Beachland Ballroom

15711 Waterloo Road

Cleveland, Ohio

(216) 383-1124

June 9, 2016

Sunday, June 12: SSSA&C 3 w/ Mike DeCapite, Ted Barron, Vincent Katz & Luc Sante

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photo by Ted Barron


Sparkle Street Social & Athletic Club, Part 3

Readings by Mike DeCapite, Vincent Katz, and Luc Sante
Video by Ted Barron

Sunday, June 12th, 2016 / 4 PM / FREE

Howl! Happening gallery

6 East 1st St. between Bowery and Second Ave.

we know that streets only
connect us, but what matters
is how the sky looks, how
buildings reflect it, the certain
smell of an air, a day, and
there’s never enough
you go walking through it
—Vincent Katz

Join us for the final installment of Sparkle Street Social & Athletic Club’s acclaimed spring series, with writers Mike DeCapite, Vincent Katz, and Luc Sante, and photographer/filmmaker Ted Barron.

Ted Barron has exhibited his work extensively in the U.S., and his photographs have been seen in numerous publications, including The New York Times Sunday Magazine, Rolling Stone, Bald Ego and Yeti. He’s shot cover art for albums by Steve Earle, Amy Rigby, and Laura Cantrell. In 2011 he collaborated with writer Drew Hubner on the book East of Bowery. He has written about music and edited the website Boogie Woogie Flu, and he is a DJ at WFMU.

Mike DeCapite’s published work includes the novel Through the Windshield, the chapbooks Sitting Pretty and Creamsicle Blue, and the short-prose collection Radiant Fog. His work has found many other outlets, including the magazines 3:AM, CUZ, Evergreen Review, and Vanitas, and numerous public readings.

Vincent Katz is a poet, translator, critic, and curator. He is the author of 12 books of poems, including Swimming Home (Nightboat Books, 2015) and Southness (Lunar Chandelier Press, 2016). He collaborated with photographer Rudy Burckhardt on two books about New York City, and curated several Burckhardt exhibitions, including Street Dance: The New York Photographs of Rudy Burckhardt, for the Museum of the City of New York. He teaches at the Yale School of Art and lives in New York City, where he curates the Readings in Contemporary Poetry series at Dia: Chelsea.

Luc Sante’s books include Low Life: Lures and Snares of Old New York, The Factory of Facts, Kill All Your Darlings: Pieces 1990–2005, and The Other Paris. He has lectured on four continents and contributed to many publications, from ephemeral zines to ornamental coffee-table anvils.

May 6, 2016

Sparkle Street Social & Athletic Club: Wednesday, May 11, 7 p.m.

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photo by Ted Barron

The second installment of Sparkle Street Social & Athletic Club, a series created by Mike DeCapite and Ted Barron for the Howl! Happening gallery (6 East 1st St., NYC), will take place Wednesday, May 11, at 7:00 p.m., and will include short films by Ted Barron and readings by Mike DeCapite and Max Blagg. Admission is free.


From the Howl! Happening press release:

In what is seen, there should be just the seen;
In what is heard, there should be just the heard;
In what is sensed, there should be just the sensed;
In what is thought, there should be just the thought.
—Buddhist saying

DeCapite, Barron, and Blagg are all connoisseurs of the street. This evening is about the pleasures of strolling around New York City, observing the present moment—immersing in the pure euphoria of that action. Writers DeCapite and Blagg both describe themselves as flaneurs, a literary type first identified in 19th century France implying an urban explorer. DeCapite and Blagg describe exactly what’s in front of them, yet they’re also aware of how the city interacts with memory and imagination—an interaction that is activated by the ecstasy of keen observation. Photographer Ted Barron is “a thief of the imagination,” able to transmit a timeless moment that needs no narrative yet tells a powerful story. This evening will be the second in a series. The third installment of the Sparkle Street Social & Athletic Club will take place on June 12, and will feature Mike DeCapite, Ted Barron, Vincent Katz, and Luc Sante.

I climb out on the fire escape . . . I know I’m supposed to have something to say, but I’m happiest when I’m just a recording device. I don’t have anything to say. I write from an impulse to catalog. The frustration of not being a visual artist, I guess. It’s exhausting that everything should mean something. The human curse. I can tell myself I’m just out harvesting details, but something in me needs to arrange them so they mean something.
—Mike DeCapite, from “April Morning Fire Escape”


January 31, 2016

Tuesday, Feb. 16: Mike DeCapite + Greg Masters

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Mike and Greg met on the Lower East Side in the late 1980s and are old admirers of one another’s work, but this is their first reading together.

Mike DeCapite will read bits and pieces from his chapbook Creamsicle Blue and from a novel-in-progress.

Greg Masters is a writer who has lived in the East Village of Manhattan for 40 years. His latest books are For the Artists: Critical Writing and At Maureen’s (with Bernadette Mayer).


December 10, 2015

December 22: The Beachland Ballroom’s Old Home Night

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December 1, 2015

December (for Jim Jones)

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One night after work, thirty years ago, in Cleveland, I took the Rapid Transit train downtown, a Friday night in early December, that’s how I remember it, right after work around 5:00, 5:30, in the dark. For some reason, maybe by mistake, I took the train to 25th Street instead of downtown. I was going, I guess, to the record store, Record Rendezvous, where Jimmy Jones presided, maybe it was payday, and after mentally paying all my bills and figuring and refiguring my budget for the next two weeks, maybe I had an extra twenty to blow. I could usually manage to buy myself a record or two every couple of weeks. Anyway, I got off the Rapid at this deserted station, this deserted platform across the river from downtown, and it was snowing. I was a little lost but not completely lost, because I could see the Terminal Tower across the river, through the falling snow. I was just lost enough. And since since I had nowhere to go or be that night and didn’t have to work the next day, which opened my imagination or dropped my defenses against imagination, and since I was accountable to no one, I started walking toward downtown. I must have dared myself to do it—“Just walk there!”—and started walking down the hill toward the river. Not that it was a long walk or anything. It was a challenge to routine, to the idea that I had to get right home, that I had to explain myself to anyone or even to myself. It was a challenge to established routes. And so I walked to the river and then, in the dark among the weeds, I found the mouth of an unused road along the river, and I followed it. The snow was falling in big flakes and ticking into the weeds, and through the snow I could see the Terminal Tower. I was lost but not too lost, and because it was Friday and payday I was free but just free enough to know it. I think of this as the time of Sandinista, the Clash record, but it could have been a year later. I don’t remember what I bought at the record store, I don’t remember being there, I don’t remember downtown or by what bridge I crossed the river. What I remember is walking on a road that wasn’t quite a road, through tall dead weeds, with the Terminal Tower through the falling snow, in the early dark of an early-December Friday on what now turns out to have been one of the happiest nights of my life.

NYC 2010

November 13, 2015

SATURDAY, NOV. 21, ENCLAVE SERIES: John Wray / Jim Freed / Mike DeCapite

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For our last event of the year, The Enclave Reading Series offers up another line-up of formidable authors. Three tough-as-nails, cool-as-ice, cuddly-as-teddy bears writers will take the Enclave stage: John Wray, Mike DeCapite, and our own Jim Freed. As usual the lights will be dim, the drinks will be cheap, and admission is free. Don’t miss it!


About the Authors…

JOHN WRAY is the author of Lowboy, Canaan’s Tongue, and The Right Hand of Sleep. The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Whiting Award, and a Mary Ellen von der Heyden Fellowship from the American Academy in Berlin, he was named one of Granta’s Best Young American Novelists in 2007.

MIKE DeCAPITE is the author of the novel Through the Windshield, the chapbooks Sitting Pretty and Creamsicle Blue, and the short-prose collection Radiant Fog. His work has appeared in CUZ, Evergreen Review, No Tokens, Sensitive Skin, Vanitas, and elsewhere. Recently he appeared on Dan Buskirk’s Fun 2 Knowpodcast. DeCapite lives in New York, where he’s working on a novella.

JIM FREED is the author of the novels The Illiterate and The Unfulfilled. His writing has appeared in the New York Times, Monkeybicycle, H.O.W. Journal, SPACEY,Stereogum, on NPR(Neighborhood Public Radio) in conjunction with the 2008 Whitney Biennial, and elsewhere. He lives in New York City where he curates The Enclave Reading Series. For more info go to: www.james-freed.com.

October 6, 2015

Dan Buskirk’s Fun 2 Know Podcast: Mike DeCapite

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photo by Ted Barron

Dan Buskirk’s introduction:


FUN 2 KNOW EP. 20: novelist Mike DeCapite, author of THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD.
Writer and novelist Mike DeCapite is on today’s show. In the late eighties DeCapite began building a cult audience for his free-floating fiction when punk legend Richard Hell’s literary magazine CUZ excerpted DeCapite’s unpublished novel “Through the Windshield” in its first three issues. The novel is a gorgeously-written reverie to Mike’s hometown of Cleveland as seen through the eyes of a young working class dreamer being given a tour of racetracks and betting parlor by his tale-spinning older friend, Ed. DeCapite’s love of music imbues his work, which contains many musical references and his work has attracted an audience especially among musicians. Mike has done numerous liner notes for releases from the jazz band Curlew and as we post this episode, Mike has just completed a reading with the acclaimed singer/songwriter Amy Rigby in their hometown of New York City. Coincidentally, our last guest, documentarian Robert Gordon mentioned after our interview that he was still hoping to direct a film based on DeCapite’s THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD as his first fictional film.

Mike’s work, as well as the work of his novelist father Raymond DeCapite can be found in Harper’s ITALIAN AMERICAN READER, Red Giant Books has reissued a paperback edition of THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD and you can get a kindle edition of the fascinating book through Amazon, as well his short work CREAMSICLE BLUE and chapbooks RADIANT FOG and SITTING PRETTY. You can find Mike and buy his work direct at sparklestreet.com.

I’ve known Mike since the mid-90s when we struck up a fast friendship over the counter from the record store where I was working, Streetlight Records in the Noe Valley neighborhood in San Francisco. We met weekly for a few years Monday nights at his place for dinner while Mike was working on his wonderful but as of yet unpublished novel, RUINED FOR LIFE. Meeting in the Chelsea neighborhood of NYC, we discuss Cleveland, Alice Cooper, Dylan, writing strategies, the changing landscapes of New York and San Francisco, drinking, not drinking, autumnal love and much more. Mike is one of my most lively and humorous conversationalists I’ve even had the pleasure to know and its a special pleasure to capture some of his wit and wisdom for the show.

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