Friday, September 19, 2014


Life's a pastiche, a patchwork of events, places, people, ideas, feelings,
doings, undoings and not doings.

Cloth piece in process Sunday

A man at the corner of my block
Monday afternoon.
At my writing group in the evening, a prompt from Dickens:
"A man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed.  There ain't much credit in that"

Oh, she loved him she said, and anyone could see it was so.  "What kind o' love is that her mother had said...Jesus will ya jus' look at 'im!", and that was the extent of her commentary before the door slammed.  

But Susie was lost in that bleached blond hair, the leather and silver chains, and the way that guy swaggered when he walked, like a rock star from a movie she couldn't quite remember.  He had a smile so something it felt like sunbathing in hell.  There was no hope for it.  She was a goner.  He took her to rock concerts, bars, and then to someone named Slash's place way up in the Bronx where her lungs nearly exploded from the smell of weed before they even got out of the elevator.  When she passed out an hour later, he deposited her on the bed there and hung a 'do not disturb' sign.  

At noon when she woke, the place was silent as a cemetery in the countryside.  The apartment was empty!  There was no food in the fridge, and the stink of the place was like old socks and smoke.  She stumbled out to the bright light of a Saturday afternoon, found a pay phone and called her brother to come and get her, then waited in a coffee shop across the street.  She never saw the guy again, but thought about him once in awhile--usually when she was feeling low.

My old and new neighborhood:
One squats the other looms.


Broome Street temple on Tuesday
Monthly Hanuman chanting
With the dust of the Guru's lotus feet I clean the mirror of my heart and mind.  Knowing myself to be ignorant I urge you, O Hanuman, son of the wind, bestow on me strength, wisdom and knowledge, remove my suffering.

A tiny snippet of the forty verse Chalisa

"Archeology Addicts"

At the National Arts Club

Professor Salima Ikram from the American University of Cairo, author of 'Death and Burial in Ancient Egypt', and 'Divine Creatures'

A well documented, and extremely entertaining slide/lecture detailing the history of embalming corpses from its inception in Egypt through it's most recent incarnations, detailing evolving techniques of mummification with emphasis placed upon methods of wrapping as well as jewellery, amulets and other artifacts included within the linen. Dr. Ikram summarized the manner in which archaeologists analyze funerary finds to elucidate ancient history, economy, culture, and religion.

American history Thursday evening


Looking Back
Library of Congress historian Michelle Krowl talks to noted author Doris Kearns Goodwin about her book, "The Bully Pulpit: Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft and the
Golden Age of Journalism." 
Return to Ken Burns
An Intimate Portrait
Eleanor and Franklin
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."



grace Forrest~Maestas said...

all This. I am on my knees
to Humanity.

so...i go out to Goats, when on my knees to humanity and they provide the
punctuation. They say YES!!!!!
they give the exclamation. YES!!!!!
to New York.

Ms. said...

Bleaaaah! I'm out there under the drenched skies too...the ghost of me, my spirit self. The mud smells sweet. The air is close.