Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sunday Morning Light Reveals Saturday Night

"Saturday night and we in the spot!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me jush' wash' hey I said jush' watch! Watch me jusht you wash' me motherfucker, hey I'm not drunk I'm just you watch it buddy or gonna

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Reasons To Stay Inside And Go "Aaaargh!"

That was actually from over a week ago, and the 3° is in Fahrenheit, which is –16° Centigrade. 

Thankfully, the weather is much milder today, and once again, spring is inevitable. In fact, yesterday as I walked on Fort Washington Avenue, the cheeps and chirps and hollering of the sparrows was almost deafening: how did so many survive this dreadful winter? One of the saddest sights was to observe a despairing pigeon pecking a hole in a garbage bag one day, to eat some rice. 

Scenes from a tough winter: above, snow covers a section of Warinanco Park in New Jersey. The snow is completely hiding from view a sizable pond...

If the cold weather wasn't enough to drive people to buy warm coats... Throw in some New York neon...

Water towers, midday, 24 floors up, midtown, maybe minus 10 degrees...

This is Daisy, who never strayed far from the bedroom. 

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Anything Can Happen

As the late Seamus Heaney once said in a poem translated from Horace, "Anything can happen...", which is a truly unnerving thought. Really? Anything? Like... New Jersey turns into a doughnut, and is eaten by Governor Chris Christie? Or this, below, perhaps?

Anything can happen indeed... snow may persist through March, with freezing temperatures. Above, the Sunnyside Rail Yards, caked again with snow, on Saturday.

Even this stone carved lion in the Bronx, with its look of disgust and dismay, is tired of winter...

This van's driver may not be able to figure out where to park legally... but he or she certainly knows all about showing contempt of court.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Saturday, March 21, 2015

I Wondered Why I

This image shows part of the central nervous system in a fruit fly.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Syria Is Still A Huge Mess...

A vast crowd of refugees waiting for food supplies in Damascus, the ancient capital of Syria. This photo is actually from Jan. 31st, 2014 (From

Monday, March 02, 2015

Sty Street Station

At Steinway Street subway station (or if you lisp, presumably, Thteinway Thtreet Thubway Thtation), another example of re-tiling that has occluded the station name...:  S...WAY... 

…and STY… "Oh darling, didn't you hear? We moved to Queens, we live just by the Sty neighborhood... Oink, indeed!"

Tuesday, February 24, 2015


The Nostrand Avenue subway station on the A/C line in Brooklyn, continues to puzzle: on the lower platform level, haphazard replacement of tiles has occluded several of the repetitions of the station name... 






... [crickets...]

I said that the station continues to puzzle me, because of something I saw there in June 2013,which also involved the tiling and the station name.

Monday, February 02, 2015

Snow From Last Winter

Astoria Park, Queens, NY

As another has observed: the snow falls from a sky the color of lead, yet is pure white. It comes in a storm, yet it falls often gently, meekly, peacefully... it comes as a storm, yet its effect is to silence and deaden. A big snow storm is unique amongst our Earth's weather events, engaging our senses in suddenly strange ways. Consider this poet's words, deliberately slow and stilted, as though to remind us of the first slow, plodding footsteps one takes through fresh snow:

...all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness
Of the winter dawning, the strange unheavenly glare:
The eye marvelled — marvelled at the dazzling whiteness;
The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air;
No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling,
And the busy morning cries came thin and spare.

Monday, January 19, 2015


Martin Luther King jr.

Like a monstrous octopus, [poverty] stretches its choking, prehensile* tentacles into lands and villages all over the world. Two-thirds of the peoples of the world go to bed hungry at night. They are undernourished, ill-housed and shabbily clad. Many of them have no houses or beds to sleep in. Their only beds are the sidewalks of the cities and the dusty roads of the villages. Most of these poverty-stricken children of God have never seen a physician or a dentist.
 There is nothing new about poverty. What is new, however, is that we now have the resources to get rid of it.... Why should there be hunger and privation in any land, in any city, at any table, when man has the resources and the scientific know-how to provide all mankind with the basic necessities of life? ... There is no deficit in human resources; the deficit is in human will....

*prehensile (adjective):

1. adapted for seizing, grasping, or taking hold of something: a prehensile tail. 
2. able to perceive quickly; having keen mental grasp. 
3. greedy; grasping; avaricious.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

It's All A Pack Of Lies & Cigars

A woman on the subway last night, confiding to her friend: "I love my kids and all, but children are expensive…"

Friday, December 26, 2014

New Year's Resolve

At South Ferry the other morning, walking through the phalanx of somewhat intimidating private (?) security guards with sniffer dogs, I saw one Labrador seemingly waiting at its handler's feet. But then he tugged the leash a few times and said: "come on! You ate too much again!" And finally the dog stumbled to its feet and yawned. What's that old saying? "The price of liberty is…"? And that price includes overfed Labradors. 

Later on that same day(!), I saw this sleek beast awaiting its debut on the streets of Manhattan. What could it be? 

It turned out to be a Tesla, one of the new electric/battery-powered cars, which its maker hailed as the next big thing during the economizing of the Great Recession. 

The Ford Mustang is fifty years old. Recently, a New York Times writer wrote lustily about the latest model of Mustang, and the sound of its V8 engine that will go from 0 to 60mph in 4.9 seconds… will there ever be a sound from a fast electric vehicle that will invite such rhapsodies?

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Not Much In The Way Of Icicles Yet

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Does Too Long A Sacrifice Really Make A Stone Of The Heart?

Religious bigots in Pakistan killed at least 148 people at a school in Peshawar, of whom 132 were children. 

Even in a violent 'failed state' such as Pakistan, the attack, by a branch of the Taliban, has horrified the country… 

…and united Pakistanis in grief,

…who have used the victims' Facebook pages to…

focus their grief. 

These are photos of some of the victims.