Still Sundays

Posted 18th Dec '11 3 comments Posted In Still Sundays

December 18, 2011.

Herman Hesse’s Demian.  “Tug on Anything at all…”  A fortune-teller who could tell all but one thing.

 

It’s not easy to leave New York City. A stranger-friend, an Italian Ph.D. student, must return to Italy tomorrow as her yearlong fellowship is finally over. And she is not ready.  I don’t think those who come to New York City for anything but an idea can ever leave that idea behind. At worst we carry that idea that is New York City with us wherever we go. At best, we return again.  And again.

Love is a hard idea to give up.

What will she miss the most, I asked her? She held back ... read more »

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“Fartists”, Light triumphs, Grow!Grow!Grow!

Posted 13th Nov '11 2 comments Posted In Still Sundays

Still Sundays.

November 13, 2011.

 

Stillness is a guardian angel.

That being said, on days where the frozen wind in New York City feels like the wrathy breathing of some evil gods, I do yell aloud, forgetting all I know about seasons, climate, and weather, “God you can’t be real! Because no one in his or her right mind would actually create a day this cold!”

Yet so far November feels like early spring. Will March then be like early winter? Maybe winter has never been that long after all? Climate change is changing.

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What do I know without a doubt this Sunday morning as this calendar year is almost over?

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Still Sundays

Posted 30th Oct '11 13 comments Posted In Still Sundays

October 30th.

Enjoying New York City despite the winters.  Truth. Social Media and this Age of Inspiration. 

 

The day before yesterday was a golden Fall day in New York City: sunny, bright, crisp, and filled with sunbeams shooting around every other autumn leave.

Yesterday winter came unannounced like an unexpected cavity that really should be no surprise. The snowstorm was not pretty: the sleet a constant sleazy nose drip. The snow was only “pure, pretty, and white” here and there, perhaps to create a fantasy of loveliness for those who are not here via photos taken from mobile devices.  Sometimes we are able to alter our reality only if someone else believes our perception of ... read more »

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Love, like New York City, is an Idea…

Posted 16th Oct '11 9 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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Still Sundays.

October 16th.

 

I am writing from a new place this Sunday morning.

When you say something like that in New York City, you more often than not mean it quite literally.

I am not in my own neighborhood or even inside my apartment. I am in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood around 44th and 9th avenue. I don’t live here; I had to return my rental car this morning around the corner. When I woke up this morning I almost forgot I had even rented a car to go out of the City to attend a wedding this weekend. The only reason I remembered is because I realized I am out of tea and ... read more »

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Bill Viola is a mockingbird: “out to rearrange reality.”

Posted 11th Oct '11 Posted In The Vault

“Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they’re born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mocking birds aren’t content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world. For example, a mockingbird in South Carolina was heard to blend the songs of thirty-two ... read more »

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