Friday, August 15, 2014

Yellow Cabs, Steam Venting, Vermillion Monsters


Mid-afternoon, Midtown Manhattan, East 52nd Street… 



Suddenly, chickens above my head. 



Other creatures, too…



…monstrous things,…



…ship-swallowers,…



…serpents, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the Medusa! (Did you SEE what she was WEARING??)
 

These are the Greek Monsters, on display at the Onassis Foundation: 
The Greeks knew that they must face their monsters, look them in the eye (even with a mirrored shield, as Perseus does with Medusa), and destroy them. Because they were, in a way, externalized concepts of what lay within every human being, these ‘monsters’ must be first acknowledged, then vanquished.
The Greek Monsters may be seen in the atrium of the Olympic Tower, 645 Fifth Avenue, at East 52nd Street.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Sic semper tyrannis!


This shocking photograph was taken in the small American city of Ferguson, Miss., a suburb of St Louis, Miss.: race riots continue after police shot and killed a black teenager; Ferguson city population: 22,000 people, 60% black; the police department: of 53 police officers, 50 are white. They need the same reformation in policing as we had in Northern Ireland… (not that it makes everyone happy…)…

Anyway, look at those hideous weapons carried by the goons on the right, whose forearms alone are almost as thick as the head of the retreating local on the left. What I want to say will relate to another post, which I haven't written yet.

Supporters of the Second Amendment say that gun ownership is necessary to prevent tyranny, that the government of the day will think twice about messing with you, if you have a gun. This is indeed, a compelling argument, almost touching...

"Gentlemen, do not deliver the severe weather advisory flyer to 345 Knickerbocker Avenue. Mr. Smith has a legally-held hunting rifle, and is known to be a libertarian." 

At times I feel like opening the window and simply roaring with laughter, but I don't want to get shot. 


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Pity the Planet, All Joy Gone


This amused me, in a mirthless way: someone chose the white space to the right of a YouTube ad, "Is Climate Change Irreversible?" to harp on thusly:

Americans unite in support of Hamas freedom fighters, end the blockade, human rights for Palestine, stop Israeli genocide and other war crimes, teenage mutant ninja tortoises, call off US aid to fascist Israel now, Allah Akbar.

What! But I thought climate change was a Zionist plot, too!? 


Friday, August 08, 2014

116th and Broadway

At 
the 
green
market
near
Columbia.

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Sunday, August 03, 2014

By Any Other Name


I saw these blue flowers growing by the side of the road near Yankee Stadium, yesterday. Certainly not roses, but still beautiful... flax?

UPDATE: the wildflower above is in fact Common Chicory, Cichorium intybus.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Pontification


Time for some humor. This is said to be a true story. One day, a reporter asked Pope John XXIII a question...

Reporter: Your Holiness, how many people work in the Vatican?

John XXIII: About half.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Books of the Upper West Side


"Rescue Bunnies". "New Girl In Town". "City Baby"…

"Moregasm".

Strange Personal from a Stranger


I hope this was not someone playing a cruel joke. 

Monday, July 28, 2014

What's Wrong With the Whites?


A downtown 1 train approaching Dyckman Street. 

This morning, in a deli, a customer was ordering his breakfast ahead of me, and he noticed the arrival behind the counter of a big pot of still-steaming hard-boiled eggs. 

With my face registering some level of agreeableness, I watched as he asked for an egg, then proceeded to eat it, joking with the guy behind the counter — "can I get a little salt?… no, shake it right into my mouth, man!" — and then heard the deli guy say: "there is only one way to eat an egg like this". 

We're both now looking at him with curiosity, as he reaches for another hard-boiled egg, and… he raises it to his mouth… and…  he squeezed it just enough so that the hard round yolk popped out into his mouth. Then he tossed the white away. 

And in unison, we both cried: "What's wrong with the white?!" 

He just shrugged. 

Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Botanica Window in East Elmhurst


"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers"! From left: Death, Christ on the Cross, Aunt Jemima? Mary Magdalene?! And a laughing, stretching Buddha!  


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Nasty Wet Weather Persists!

Queens and Manhattan skyline behind, soaked! 

George and the Exchange


This afternoon, I visited my friend Matt in his new home near Wall Street. Afterwards, I dared to tread on the Street itself, down as far as Federal Hall, where in the past I took occasional photos of the statue of George Washington, gazing toward the New York Stock Exchange. 

Today was blazing hot in lower Manhattan. I walked through touristy crowds from Wall Street up to City Hall, where I discovered some curious bits of art. 

In honor of July 4th, an artist has recreated sections of the Statue of Liberty, in copper, and scattered them around City Hall Park. These sections appear to be to scale, and are largely of various folds and creases in the original's, shall we say, robe. Each has a marker with a guide to whereabouts on the statue the replicas would fit. 


It is at first a fascinating concept, but sadly, what sprang to mind immediately and would not easily depart, is that the pieces of Liberty's robe resembled airplane wreckage, just days after the downing of a passenger jet over Ukraine left fuselage sections scattered across fields…


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Double Rainbow over Edinburgh


Princes Street Gardens, with the Scott Monument (left) and the Castle (right). And a double rainbow. 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Friday, July 11, 2014

Something But Nothing


I was checking my spam email folder the other day, and noticed an email had very faint text showing in the background. What could it be? A *secret* spam message? Even cheaper herbal Viagra from even farther away?? 

I am none the wiser for reading it. This is the text:  

Take care of course not really. Something about me but nothing at that.
Turned in beside her face. Ruthie and Abby had taken care. Dick to feel up his hands.
Whatever it would have enough to smile.
Wanted him smile to look.
Looking up his hand reached for them. Nothing but since he took Terry. Hands in with me for Maddie. Everything all right hand on John.
Lizzie said turning to hope.
Please God would call home.
Before but he could handle this. Neither one here she stood. Sounded as John said nothing more.
Victor had once he could almost ready.
Stay calm down and start the thought. Because she shook his own place. Jake are new every morning.
Three girls had only get everything. Ready to Emily had she swallowed hard.
Stood at our place for dinner. Despite the movie had kept his hands. Right next time you want it open.

Chapter twenty 

Three girls came into that. Abby had forgotten about all right. Okay but since she nodded.
Every morning Terry opened then turned away.
Bedroom with Izzy said she know. Got in front door handle it away.
Yeah well but kept her own place. When we going with both hands. Daddy and pain that before long moment. Heart the hard to sleep.
Pick up some sleep on John. Tomorrow morning had never said.