Tuesday, July 28, 2015


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Friday, July 24, 2015


Night of dancin' to the sounds of disco/soul/rock-n-roll
at the Museum of the City's
Uptown Bounce
In collaboration with El Museo del Barrio

Started funky
 Got playful
 Flowed smooth
 Caught the beat
 Heated up
 Got happy
 Happier still
Until it morphed into
Pure pulsating pleasure
By eight o'clock the plaza was entirely filled with bouncing beings, old, young, and every color of the human rainbow, including me and my friend, some of the museum staff, and anyone fortunate enough to have been passing by under the glorious summer sunset
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C'mon and Rock your Gypsy Soul

Monday, July 20, 2015


A Sixtieth Year celebration with candles lit upon a fabulous cake, counted out by esoteric Malaysian calculation, and taking forever to light in the hot Summer breeze.
The poet exhibited uncustomary wordless delight
extinguishing all but one candle on the first try.
Then that one too.
We all managed to eat at least a piece, plus blueberry pie and drunk strawberries, despite our supper of marinated barbecued drumsticks, guacamole, cucumber/dill raita, black bean and other dips, to-die-for beet salad, succulent squashes, cheeses, cold cuts, chips, breads, curried or spiced Asian dishes and a preponderance of wine, beer and water.
Both guests and hosts were as generous, varied,
surprising, entertaining and engaging as the feast.
Busy having fun, I took only a few pictures
 while the lush garden sent it's blooming good-will messages by
interjecting intermittent fragrances into the conversations.
(Belancanda Chinsis)
Sometimes shouting
Sometimes whispering
(Balloon flower)
What we spoke of to one another across those many happy hours, only the changeable wind retains, and can be counted upon for it's discretion.

Friday, July 17, 2015


Spanning Morocco, Algeria and Tunesia, the Gnawa are a North African ethnic minority group that trace their origins to an area spanning modern day Senegal in the West, Chad in the East, Nigeria in the South and Mali in the North.
Gnawa also refers to the spiritual order,
and musical style of these people.
The primary instruments are the three stringed lute that goes by the names of guembri, sintir or hajhuj, the iron castenetts called  graqeb, and a drum called a ganga or tbel. Last night at the Atrium of Lincoln Center we attended a rousing free performance, first...
"InnoVe Gwana"
Followed by
"Gnawa Diffusion"
 Brilliant musicians
 Powerful vocals
The joint was jumpin'
Aging limbs forget their limitations when they dance.
My friend Michael danced too.
We had a Joyous time!

Saturday, July 11, 2015


 Imaginary Landscape
Piece of wood from the shed with Sharpie marks,
and colored beach glass glued on
Soaked in water from black rice
Embellished with more marker
and left for Hill house with notes on the back

Many Buddhas
(in a forest on a lake)
Wood chip used for dying fabric
Sharpie marks, rubbed for color
 More embellishments
 Final version
Turn-mountains appear
On the other side of the chip this eye
 With a later addition of red
Photographed on location
 Photographed at home

More Buddhas
Bits of beach glass from the shed and found tree bark
 Two single Buddhas
inscribed with Sharpie marker for lack of etching tool
 The notion of adding color to one
 Soaked overnight in water
the color seems to hold but will fade when rubbed
 Construction with Elmer's Glue
 Wedged into the bark
 Second layer of bark
 Gift to Julian
Three Buddhas
Local jeweler is Laser-drilling a hole
This one will be a wearable pendant