Wednesday, May 23, 2018

MONDAY BEGAN WITH FIRE!


 3AM

False alarm!


5PM
Later I traveled to the lower East side
Here's how one building protects it's residents:

They've go cameras!

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My weekly writing Group
The Moving Pen
Prompt #1
"But there was one thing that the grown-ups also knew, and it was this: However small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance is there. The chance had to be there."
Roald Dahl from 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'

The Same Bus
By M.Slater

Laverne was carrying an orchid plant as a gift for her daughters graduation from Pace in Science, having majored in psychiatry. That's how the conversation began..."What did you get?" Adelle asked when she sat down...so they talked about orchids, motherhood, feminism, Trumpism and mental illness. They talked about soul wholeness and connecting with others...how so many folks want others to share the real of their lives too often buried under mounds of unnecessary protocol. What's to lose after all? Who isn't a prisoner or their past? Who hasn't been passed over or left behind? Who doesn't love their freedom? Adelle said "I don't need a passport to cross over into soul country. The border is never closed." The bus ride lasted about twenty blocks and as Adelle turned to wave before departing, she could see that half of the passengers were smiling. The evening was warm and bright like early Summer days when she was a girl full of promise and time with a road stretching out ahead that seemed endless. Oh, she always knew about ends in that intellectual way, like she was living in someone else's story or acting in a film not of her own making. Now, the road appears at every step and she lives it moment to moment, fully aware that any moment might be that turn off to the unexpected delight, or to a detour around disaster, or to the inevitable final stop sign. She knew everyone she encountered was, in some way, in the same boat and often on the same bus.
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8PM
After, I wandered into the end of a Performance in the Auditorium on the same floor......

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Singers, dancers, monologue performers


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Back on the Street
An Encounter
I requested this photograph and they said yes.

I had to back out on Houston street but couldn't get far enough away to shoot the photo I wanted without putting myself in mortal danger.

Nice young folks. We talked a while and Lilai Teckie (stripes) and I exchanged emails. I'd like to know more about them. 

10PM
 I reached the bus stop, the machine was out of order! Ha!!!

So I rode home for free.

Monday, May 21, 2018

SWEET SUNDAY VISIT

East 21 Street
An old Familiar Returned
Washington Mews is blooming too
I arrived bearing Gifts of Lemon cake, Orange peel and
a Flamenco Video for her daughter the dancer.
Barbara made tea and served dates, toast with butter, honey and chocolates. Conversation ensued. Then, she posed with flowers for me.
7PM
Balmy and Warm
Walked uptown

Back Story

When I left my apartment, I closed the door and instantly
REALIZED
I'd left my rainbow string bag with ID, cash and addresses inside
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The dear neighbors who keep a spare copy were not at home

SO
I just continued on downtown, had my visit and they were home by the time I arrived back. Whew.
I am reawakened.
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STREET FIND and FARM MARKET

On the Street
Trash?
 Treasure!
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Dried petals will retain their aroma

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At the Saturday Market
Rain or Shine
The Mushroom Man cultivates, harvests and sells many varieties of edible and decorative 'Shrooms'
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Tree Shelf mushrooms are just for decoration
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 Quails Eggs on display
Nice conversation about wild food and the State of the world.
I bought yummy Honey

and was gifted a bunch of Ramps

 Will use cut bulbs for soups and saute. Pureed the leaves with Organic Spinach and a few tablespoons of Greek Tahini for a delicious spread on crackers or toast

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 Dedicated to the Cause
 On Broadway, a Candy Store  with a big screen on display
which photographs the street. Snapped a Selfie.
 Visited Gandhi
Headed home
Happy

Saturday, May 19, 2018

JUNE JORDAN TRIBUTE

City University of New York
The Graduate Center
34th Street on Fifth Avenue
Proshansky Auditorium
Friday May 18th 2018

July 9, 1936 – June 14, 2002
June Millicent Jordan was a Caribbean-American poet, essayist, teacher, and activist. She used her writing to discuss issues of gender, race, immigration, and representation.
(Link 1)
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In an interview with Alternative Radio before her death, she was asked about the role of the poet in society:
"The role of the poet, beginning with my own childhood experience, is to deserve the trust of people who know that what you do is work with words." She continued: "Always to be as honest as possible and to be as careful about the trust invested in you as you possibly can. Then the task of a poet of color, a black poet, as a people hated and despised, is to rally the spirit of your folks…I have to get myself together and figure out an angle, a perspective, that is an offering, that other folks can use to pick themselves up, to rally and to continue or, even better, to jump higher, to reach extensively in solidarity with even more varieties of people to accomplish something."
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From Sea to Shining Sea
©1980 June Jordan

1.
Natural order is being restored
Natural order means you take a pomegranate
that encapsulated plastic looking orb complete
with its little top/a childproof cap that you can
neither twist nor turn
and you keep the pomegranate stacked inside a wobbly
pyramid composed by 103 additional pomegranates
next to a sign saying 89 cents
each

Natural order is being restored
Natural order does not mean a pomegranate
split open to the seeds sucked by the tongue and lips
while teeth release the succulent sounds
of its voluptuous disintegration

The natural order is not about a good time
This is not a good time to be against
the natural order

2.
Those Black bitches tore it up! Yakkety
yakkety complain complaints couldn’t see
no further than they got to have this
they got to have that they got to have
my job, Jack: my job!

To me it was Black men laid us wide open for the cut.
Busy telling us to go home. Sit tight.
Be sweet. So busy hanging tail and chasing
tail they didn’t have no time to take a good
look at the real deal.

Those macho bastards! They would rather blow
the whole thing up than give a little: It was
vote for spite: vote white for spite!

Fucken feminists turned themselves into bulldagger
dykes and scared the shit out of decent
smalltown people: That’s what happened.

Now I don’t even like niggers but they were
chewing into the middle of my paycheck
and not me but a lot of other white people
just got sick of it, sick of carrying
the niggers.

Old men run the government: You think that’s their problem?
Everyone of them is old and my parents and the old
people get out big numbers of them, voting for the dead

He’s eighteen just like all the rest.
Only thing he wants is a girl and a stereo
and hanging out hanging out. What
does he care about the country? What
did he care?

  Pomegranates 89¢ each

3.
Frozen cans of orange juice.
Pre-washed spinach.
Onions by the bag.
Fresh pineapple with a printed
message from the import company.
Cherry tomatoes by the box.
Scallions rubberbanded by the bunch.
Frozen cans of orange juice.
Napkins available.
No credit please.

4.
This is not such a hot
time for you or for me.

5.
Natural order is being restored.
Designer jeans will be replaced by the designer
of the jeans.
Music will be replaced by reproduction
of the music.
Food will be replaced by information.
Above all the flag will be replaced by the flag.

6.
  This was not a good time to be gay

Shortly before midnight a Wednesday
massacre felled eight homosexual Americans
and killed two: One man was on his way
to a delicatessen and the other
was on his way to a drink. Using an Israeli
submachine gun the killer fired into the crowd
later telling the police about the serpent in the garden
of his bloody heart, and so forth

  This was not a good time to be Black

Yesterday the Senate passed an anti-busing
rider and this morning the next head
of the Senate Judiciary said he would work
to repeal the Voter Registration
Act and this afternoon the Greensboro
jury fully acquitted members of the Klan
and the American Nazi party in the murder
of 5 citizens and in Youngstown Ohio and in Chattanooga
Tennessee and in Brooklyn and in Miami
and in Salt Lake City and in Portland Oregon
and in Detroit Michigan
and in Los Angeles and in Buffalo
Black American Black women and men
were murdered and the hearts
of two of the victims were carved
from the bodies of the victims, etcetera

  This was not a good time to be old

Streamliner plans for the Federal Budget
include elimination of Social Security
as it now exists; similarly Medicare and Medicaid
face severe reevaluation, among other things.

  This was not a good time to be young

Streamliner plans also include elimination
of the Office of Education and the military
draft becomes a drastic concern as the national
leadership boasts that this country will no longer
be bullied and blackmailed by wars for liberation or wars
for independence elsewhere on the planet, and the like

  This was not a good time to be a pomegranate ripening on a tree

  This was not a good time to be a child

Suicide rates among the young reached
alltime highs as the incidence of child
abuse and sexual abuse
rose dramatically across the nation.
In Atlanta Georgia at least 28 Black
children have been murdered, with
several more missing and all of them feared dead, or
something of the sort.

  This was not a good time to be without a job

Unemployment Compensation and the minimum
wage have been identified as programs
that plague the poor and the young
who really require different incentives
towards initiative/pluck and so forth

  This was not a good time to have a job

Promising to preserve traditional
values of freedom, the new administration
intends to remove safety regulations
that interfere
with maximal productivity potential, etcetera.

  This was not a good time to be a woman

Pursuing the theme of traditional values of freedom
the new leadership has pledged its
opposition to the Equal Rights Amendment
that would in the words of the President
only throw the weaker sex into a vulnerable
position among mischievous men, and the like.

  This was not a good time to live in Queens

Trucks carrying explosive nuclear wastes will
exit from the Long Island Expressway and then
travel through residential streets of Queens
en route to the 59th Street bridge, and so on.

  This was not a good time to live in Arkansas

Occasional explosions caused by mystery
nuclear missiles have been cited
as cause for local alarm, among
other things.

  This was not a good time to live in Grand Forks North Dakota

Given the presence of a United States nuclear
missile base in Grand Forks North Dakota
the non-military residents of the area feel
that they live only a day to day distance from certain
annihilation, etcetera.

  This was not a good time to be married

The Pope has issued directives concerning
lust that make for difficult interaction
between otherwise interested parties

This was not a good time to be married.
This was not a good time to buy a house
at 18% interest.
This was not a good time to rent housing
on a completely decontrolled
rental market.
This was not a good time to be a Jew
when the national Klan agenda targets
Jews as well as Blacks among its
enemies of the purity of the people
This was not a good time to be a tree
This was not a good time to be a river
This was not a good time to be found with a gun
This was not a good time to be found without one
This was not a good time to be gay
This was not a good time to be Black
This was not a good time to be a pomegranate
or an orange
This was not a good time to be against
the natural order

—Wait a minute—

7.
Sucked by the tongue and the lips
while the teeth release the succulence
of all voluptuous disintegration

I am turning under the trees
I am trailing blood into the rivers
I am walking loud along the streets
I am digging my nails and my heels into the land
I am opening my mouth
I am just about to touch the pomegranates
piled up precarious

This is a good time
This is the best time
This is the only time to come together


Fractious

Kicking
Spilling
Burly
Whirling
Raucous
Messy

Free

Exploding like the seeds of a natural disorder

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Links
1.
http://www.junejordan.net/bio.html 
2.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/june-jordan
3.
http://www.feministstudies.org/issues/vol-01-09/08-
 

Thursday, May 17, 2018

WE ARE THE SAME

A brush with Enlightenment
Once upon an afternoon, an old woman wanting to wash her face was confronted by a tiny brown recluse spider sitting in the empty stainless steel bowl she kept there for mixing hot and cold tap water. Without a moments thought, she dumped it into the toilet and the spider swam. Suddenly, remembering all she knew of the poor innocent, she was flooded with regret. She didn't want to kill it and scooped it up into a glass to pour out the open window to the alley below. Hoping it survived, she couldn't stop thinking of it as she went about getting ready to travel to her weekly Zen sitting. She felt sad that her first reaction had been automatic. That evening she told her Sensei about the incident. He smiled warmly:
"You and the spider are the same."

Yes.
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The following afternoon, while writing at her computer, she heard a scritching noise coming from the garbage pail in her kitchen. There was a very large (almost two inches) American cockroach in the bottom of the bag desperately trying to get out. She thought about yesterdays lesson, and knew she had no infestation (hadn't seen a roach in years and never left food out other than the garbage bag emptied twice a day). She knew that nearby neighbors had complained and that the exterminator was in the building yesterday, so she tied the bag loosely, dressed in street clothes and went down three flights and outside to a street garbage container with a slightly open lid where she untied the bag and gently deposited it within. In this case it would likely give the escapee another lease on life--for a while at least. She noticed that she felt slightly foolish and smiled.
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 She hopes there will be no third event. Now she's back to writing about an ant colony infestation last year and it's utterly surprising amazing ending not yet arrived at in this old post:
http://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2017/05/plaque-of-ants.html 

 LINKs


https://www.ksre.k-state.edu/news/stories/2016/03/brown-recluse030316.html

http://pestkill.org/insect/roaches/water-bug-vs-cockroach/

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

AIDS MEMORIAL

ST. JOHN the DIVINE
Amsterdam Avenue at 109th Street
NYC
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May 13th 2018
12:30-2PM
 
Dedication
AIDS MEMORIAL QUILT
 
My friend, Michael
A most moving presentation
Got home at 6PM because we ate of the generous foods, drank a toast, talked with others who lost friends and loved ones to aids, saw the quilts but no good photographs sorry to say.
We also visited the chapels that encircle the main altar. 
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Keith Haring Chapel

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My flash didn't catch the true colors,
Better photo Here:
http://art-nerd.com/newyork/harings-altar-piece/
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From here on, I have no notes. I simply shot a few views that interested me. There is so much beauty, so many art works and architectural detail you could be there for days and not be able to absorb all of it.

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We walked in the Gardens
fresh from rain

The residents Garden

Only one peacock on view, soaked because he chose to stay out.
There are two, the second one is white.

Last shot.

Links
Historical Overview
pre-1980 through 2017
https://www.avert.org/professionals/history-hiv-aids/overview
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Personal Note
I was in Fire Island in the seventies before the epidemic was fully understood. I lost many friends from the dance community over the ensuing years and I was a volunteer at the gorgeous garden on top of Gay Mens Health old building where too many memorials overwhelmed everyone.