Gem Spa Analysis

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I can see Ginsberg now standing on the corner of Saint Mark’s Place and 2nd Avenue at Gem Spa, a local institution. The Gem Spa is described thoroughly in Bill Morgan’s book The beat generation in New York: a walking tour of Jack Kerouac’s city: ”The newspaper and magazine pickup point for East Village artists and writers. Allen Ginsberg mentions getting his paper here in “Rain-Wet Asphalt Heat, Garbage Curbed Cans Overflowing,” and Ted berrigan refers to the Gem Spa in several poems. Don McNeill of the Village Voice wrote in 1966 that “the sidewalk seems to run through the candy store… By virtue of its location, twenty-four-hour vigil, and survival stock of tobacco, Bambu papers, and egg creams, it is the official oasis of the East Village.”“ …show more content…

It’s so full of artistic ferment, it’s a tremendous asset to the city. It’s one of the most interesting places to live in New York, and the park’s a nerve center. Gem Spa on Second Avenue is another. St Mark’s Place.“ Gem Spa didn’t stand out to me when I first saw it. It was just another newsstand with cheap sunglasses and pipes out front. It didn’t become special until after I googled Saint Mark’s Place and was informed of its illustrious history. I always stare at Gem Spa’s bright yellow awning while I wait to cross the street. It looks perfectly ordinary, nothing about it screaming ”never center of New York City.“ I guess its regular-ness is what made a nerve center. It was a nerve center in the same way Gotham Pizza was one to the NYU dorms that surrounded …show more content…

I carry it to the grocery store, the Dunkin Donuts, and while I’m walking down Saint Mark’s Place. Maybe the privilege wafting off me like too much Chanel number 5 that makes me stand out on Saint Mark’s. I never really considered how I must have looked walking alone head snapping back and forth trying to take in as much as possible. I must have looked like the end, or at least the beginning of the end. It was people like me who often found themselves in the East Village eyes wide in awe of the gritty realness looking for something to validate their privileged lives. The concept of wealthy college-educated young adults moving to the city in search of themselves is not new. Bored, unfulfilled, and confused they probably eventually found themselves on Saint Mark’s, instantly realizing this is where they wanted to be. Since this concept is not new you may be wondering why I look like the end. The difference between me and say Allen Ginsberg, the Columbia educated poet and crucial member of the beat movement, is simple. I’m not ”down“. Both Ginsberg and his good friend, William S. Burroughs, another Ivy-educated, well-to-do writer, came to New York and slummed it. They saw the dirt and the grime and revelled in it. They had the guts to actually become a part of Saint Mark’s Place. They didn’t need to bring anything to be comfortable, just being there was enough. I feel like that’s the difference between me and them. The gentrifiers,

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