Monday, August 31, 2009

both sides

Same leaf shadow on leaf, looking from the outside in and then the inside out.

sky sighting

This morning over Brooklyn.

Monday, August 24, 2009

A New Poem by Me (and WS and TJ)

In the practical, it's not ideal to post a poem and then hope it finds a journal home, to post is to publish to a degree.  whereas after publishing a poem somewhere, posting it is fine too.  So for efficiency, why not only post poems that have been published, and save the sweet young things at home?   Because sometimes something new gets stuck in my head and I just want to say it out loud and show it to friends so much that I sacrifice its future upon my desire.  What desire? I wonder, and guess it is a desire for communion.  Which reminds me of the subject of the poem.

A Marriage of Love and Independence

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

When in the course of human events it becomes

I all alone beweep my outcast state

necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands

and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

which have connected them with another and to assume

and look upon myself and curse my fate

among the powers of the earth,

wishing me like to one more rich in hope

the separate and equal station to which the Laws

featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them,


with what I most enjoy contented least

We, therefore, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, 

for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name,

Haply I think on thee,--and then my state 

and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies,

(Like to the lark at break of day arising 

solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies

from sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; 

are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings 

That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 

Sunday, August 23, 2009


Friday, August 21, 2009

tonight's sky

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

also on governors island

I wonder if the photographer David Maisel has google alerts for himself and will therefore see this?  I saw this color decay and thought of him, or rather, you, if in fact this works.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

every 44 minutes or so a cannon would go off and the children would go running at their mothers. fun!

is the only way to say "this is not sarcasm" to say "seriously"?   nonironically is too cumbersome.  noniron?


dearest bleaders, 

civil warring on governors island

before the siege

Friday, August 7, 2009

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Three Thousand Words -- poem in three pictures

click to see more detail.  or don't, but note that as a sigh is just a sigh
some things abide as this truck goes by.
i love more information.  i love information that cancels previous formulation.
Devious formulations.  Let my epistemological nightmare be your good fortune. 

There's moving, and there's storage, and that about covers it.  

Well, here we see it travels, proving H G Wells so much more than a cheap date.   Time Tweet? Sure, maybe some ice cream.

Monday, August 3, 2009

garden jewelry V

Slant light in glass, opacity of cherries, blue where it has no business being.

Yes, it was my 3 year old who strung the brick in one of the below posts.  Also don't miss miss spider's contribution.

garden jewelry IV

garden jewelry III

I like beads but don't like much self-adornary.  I like slant light in glass.  I once bid on a big box of beads at an auction and got it for a song.  I like placing blue where it has no business being.  

Cherry trees are pink in March and in August fretted with red berries, impossibly opaque beside the leaves and beads.   

Basically my littles (3, 5)  like to do my art with me so I do this because they can do it (beading doable) and they don't ruin everything (so less frustrating for me too) and they like the whole business entirely.  I call the beaded danglings "pretties" and the kids do too, as if it were perfectly natural.  Which it are, aren't it.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

horse of another angle -- click pic

ready for my close up

I like to get closer and stay longer which is why I'm always makin' with the pictures.  It is always intended by the Dear Fonzie establishment that all photos be clicked.  They are taken with lots of information and so pretty when embiggened.   But looks like if I pile six pix I lose the ability to click bigger all of them, or does this de-splay my working knowledge of the computer innards as involving a rodent running on a rolodex?    Anyway, let's see if having posted this I can click it bigger.

Stories in pictures

Kids:  Don't touch the net.   

Today we went to see the folks from the BB Parks Conservatory seining the Hudson for the amusement of kids today.  Their boots go up to their boobs and thus are boobie-boots. According to me.  

Did I mention there was a bridge nearby?

The kids were enrapt. What would get brought back? 

Turns out this very seining you see here was one of the best seins of the recent past, for behold, we caught ourselves a stallion of the wet.  
They don't turn up that often in the sein.   Look how streetwise a fish it is.  

Here a boy learns about science.  That's the sea horse in a bowl of water and a Brooklyn Bridge Parks Conservatory midriff. 

Even the babies can't believe what is under the Hudson, under the Bridge.  Another green shirt shows us the water's life, some little fish, jelly fish, shrimp.  This green shirt here especially patient and kind.  

Okay, one last look at the great star of the day.


Excellent little program, top notch.  Free fun, cute fish.  (Take away: The sea horse is a fish --  a fish I tell ya.  Anyway, that's the position tendered by these delightful young people.)