The anagrammers on Flatbush Avenue have apparently ended their run.

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And I ain't seen nothin but trouble baby
Nobody really understands, no no
And I go to the place where the good feelin' awaits me
Self-destruction in my hand.

--Marvin Gaye, 1971

Billboard sighted on Flatbush Avenue, just north of Seventh Avenue.

( On a lighter note )

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Perhaps due to their recent mention in The New York Times (which, for once, credited the blog that was their source for the story), the anagrams are getting better and better. As we drove down Flatbush Avenue one night last week, we saw the anaguerillas in action -- a couple of guys in hooded sweatshirts on a stepladder -- but traffic was too heavy to stop.

They probably didn't have the letters to spell it, but perhaps it should have read "news woman."

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The anagrammers return:

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A few years ago, the theater down the block from me, known for years as the Plaza, was bought by the owners of the Pavilion (at the other end of Park Slope) and renamed the Flatbush Pavilion. They showed a sequence of the worst imaginable movies, trying (I guess) to attract a crowd of undiscriminating teenagers. It worked, except for the crowd part, and the theater closed last summer. The marquee continued to display the names of the two dreadful Summer 2004 crap movies that were playing there, until this week, when someone rearranged the letters as shown at right.

Update:
dailyheights.com displays two suggested anagrams:

OH NO INFERNAL GERMANS VANISHING FINE MARVEL

and

MAN OF NINE GROINS MARVELS IF HE HAVIN LAGER

( Your assignment is... )

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