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November 27, 2017

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Tongue Twister

October 31, 2017

The  Sufi ‘Soapy’ Sophie shrieked, “Debrief the  chiefs, release the cheap  sheep of  the chefs, shrink the sheiks cheeks.”


Gainsaid

October 20, 2017

That winter can be a speech, that words can change
A child’s body from the pink flesh
Of life into an icy gown,
An act of contrition so slowly spoken…
…So fragile and pale it becomes like
The stone hands it must use
To paint the lace-ice portraits
That so confound the storm windows
As winter springs from death’s hand.
This is what we say
When we pretend not to obey.
This is the sweep of ice across the land
Turned to the blank gaze of sufferance,
The loss of sunlight, into utterance.


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October 13, 2017

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September 30, 2017

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Into the Sun

September 24, 2017

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Insensate

September 23, 2017

If only we loved when the flowers
were old and dark, whispering of the sun
to the pall of winter itself,
our time would not be like icicles
that twist in the shadows.
The snow would not be piled,
insensate, like memories.  


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August 27, 2017

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Mr. Senescence

July 20, 2017

There were those that would have wept to step barefoot into reality…                            —Wallace Stevens

A picture of my family:
My mother and father and me,
all wading in some river.

Must be 1949 or so.
I can’t really remember it.
I would have been two.

But my feet were wet.
My father had his trousers
rolled up to his knees.

And mommy had a dress on.
The cold, clean water ran
through our toes.

(I could walk then. )
When your tongue reaches up
into the sky, the sky kisses it.

Yippy yi yo kayah.


Manhattenhedge

July 5, 2017

A few years ago, Neil deGrasse Tyson, the distinguished head of the Hayden Planetarium, became aware that NYC, because its streets were set out on a grid, some of them, indeed most of them, lined up pretty well with the setting sun around the summer equinox.  He gave the event the name Manhattanhenge, as the sun preformed the same function as at Stonehenge—it marked the summer solstice. The setting sun doesn’t line up at Manhattanhenge as precisely as it does at Stonehenge—it lines up 22 days before and 22 days after the equinox, and because the streets are a lot wider than the narrow passage, we get to see it four times a year, twice in May and twice in July. The next occurrence of Manhattanhenge is this July 12.  What was once a non-event has become a real New York adventure. People come from all over the word just to see the sunset. And they come to take pictures. Some of the biggest, most expensive cameras in the world take a picture of Manhattanhenge at least once in their lifetime.

Now, one of the best places to take your picture of Manhattanhenge is on the bridge over 42nd Street. The street lines up about as well as any street in Manhattan, and there is a lot of famous buildings to see, and there is a bridge over 42nd street that gives you an excellent view of the whole proceedings. The only trouble is the area gets very crowded and there is all that traffic anyway on 42nd street.  But this is where I live. I can go past 42nd street every day, and I could watch the sun set every day if I wanted to. (Of course, you can watch the sunset too.)

I was trying to take the best damn picture of Manhattanhenge that anyone has ever taken, and I think I succeeded. Take a look at the picture in the July 3 entry. Note I said July 3 and not July 12. I’m nine days ahead of time. Yet the sun appears to be setting. How did I do that? I’ll tell you in a minute. Let’s just take in the whole picture. At first glance, you just see the top half of the picture, where the sun is actually setting. It takes you a while to find the lower half of the frame. Low and behold: there is a car there with its roof dividing the picture in two. The top half, sure, holds the main event; but the bottom half takes in the rest of the world. That squat shape reflected in the glass is the UN, pal. Also in the picture is yours truly and some beautiful clouds. While the camera points west, the view in the car window is east, out across the East River, Long Island, the Atlantic Ocean, and Europe.  (Okay, you might have trouble making out Europe. But that really is the UN over there.)

Go back to the top half and look at the car roof. The reflection of the sun is continued down 42nd Street and on to the roof of the car. It holds the picture together, gives it a center. We follow the sun down 42nd Street and on to the buildings. The sun is blazing. On its fiery way to the other side of the planet. I took this picture at 8:20 July 3. Sunset is at 8:30. Why does the sun look like it is setting. Why can you even see the sun? if it is setting on July 3, it has passed 42nd Street.

Truth is, you are seeing the reflection of the sun as it shines off the glass windows of the newly refurbished 42nd Street. The sun is further north. 42nd street used to be the province of porno stores and heroin addicts. Now you can get a fix of Tex-Mex food on the corner and go see a show. Come and see those dancing feet. Where there is always light. 42nd Street. Just remember to bring your camera. Go see if you can take a better picture than I did.