Sunday, March 31, 2013
Atlantic City NJ
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Paige, a black man, WFAN's resident boxing authority, friendly personality, non-confrontational style, good listener, talks about his family, has coached youth sports team & very concerned about safety & fairness, listens quietly through all this. He lets the guy finish. I know Tony won't yell at the caller, who has revealed himself as a particular, & for Tony a very familiar, type of bigot. There will be no back & forth discussion. The caller had his say & he is let go. Tony mentions the real problems would not happen in the locker room, but on the field, where a gay player would be subject to insults & taunts from opposing players & the crowd in the stands. He was referencing the abuse Jackie Robinson had to endure for years. without mentioning Jackie's name. I wished Tony had kept the caller on air & asked if he would attend his brother's wedding, if invited. That would drive right into the heart of the matter: How much does the caller really love his brother?
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Cape May NJ
Friday, March 22, 2013
Juliet of the Spirits
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The calendar says spring. It's the equinox. Some years in Jersey, not many, spring is here by this date. This year it is not. One day one goes outside & it is spring. Not almost spring, not a sign of spring or a little bit of spring that is gone tomorrow. Spring.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
St. Patrick's Day
Fort Dix NJ
Friday, March 15, 2013
are mountains to look at but none
I must climb, & the ocean is there
also, the receding tide leaves
unbroken shells for the picking.
The boardwalk never closes
before midnight, every month
is August. Each poem I write
will be published
in the morning newspaper.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
WFMU Marathon Fundraiser week two
These were were family events with children & dogs in attendance.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Been an interesting few weeks. Not for the speculation on the choice of a new Pope, but for seeing the amount of discomfort many people feel toward the Roman Catholic Church, Roman Catholics, the process of choosing a Pope. Except for the general tone a Pope sets, I don't see why most non-Catholics should care one way or another who the Pope is. I care mainly because the Catholics I know care. Only non-Catholics with fantastical, unrealistic notions of change would think there could be a Pope from the current collection of Cardinals with different views on abortion, marriage equality, & the ordination of women.
Argentinians still ask questions regarding his dealings with the military junta during the "dirty war" of the 1970's.
What I hope for is a Pope more concerned with cleaning his house of the rancid Vatican Bank dealings & sex abuse enablers than with disciplining nuns & college professors. A certain type of conservative Pope could want that, perhaps an Argentine Jesuit who takes the name of Francis - Assisi or Xavier or both. Perhaps he can help stem the flow of Latin Americans into charismatic Evangelical churches, which I see in my own city, & it makes me sad. Because the resources of the Roman Church when it attends to "least among us" are powerful, effective, global.. This must be what many American Catholics want their Church to do. Stop trying to influence civil elections, or at least show some consistency with issues of life, which also include opposing war & capital punishment, & the usual what would Jesus do? stuff: feeding the hungry, comforting the afflicted, clothing the naked, sheltering the homeless, healing the sick, visiting the imprisoned.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
I earned it
Filled out a brief questionnaire on clinic services. Generally high grades except the last; Would you recommend the clinic? Gave it three on a scale of five. It's a public clinic. If your insurance can put you elsewhere, go elsewhere.
I took cab to CVS, walked home from there in light rain, Puttered around a bit. took an Ambien & went to sleep for four hours. Conked right out with radio on. Didn't sleep well last night. I earned it.
Monday, March 11, 2013
On the positive side, I have begun what I have wanted to do for years, probably decades. Many bags of clothing out the door. Using mainly Ziplock bags, sorting out books I really want to keep. A small number of 100 year old volumes of poems I bought cheap at book sales, beautiful books, probably not worth much, some have damage . My favorite has always been a Selected Poems of Christina Rossetti. Consolidating all the literary magazines & anthologies that have published my poems; there are "lost" poems in many of those. Bagged up a box of the small notebooks, the "everything" books I used to carry around, they have WFMU setlists (often so poorly scrawled I can't read them), shopping lists, poems, lines, ideas. I could probably throw those out & not miss them, but they fill one small box.
A lot of junk that has to go. Old PC books & CDs. Two old computers.
Bagged up the loose greeting cards & postcards, the antique Smith Corona portable WP I've used to read their old Data Disks - it's small, the Collected Shakespeare, box of beads & jewelry, two boxes of unsorted photos, small box of stuff I used to keep in my desk drawer - it's like a little treasure chest - when I got bored or hit a writer's block I'd open the drawer & play with the stuff. Cleaned & threw out contents of two kitchen drawers. Just getting started.
Labels: home furnishings
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Friday, March 08, 2013
I have four trusted Roman Catholic friends, two I know personally, two I met online years ago through a KOS spin off site, Street Prophets:
A superb poet, resides in my county, a member of the Franciscan lay order. Known her for 30 years, but became friends through Facebook.
A Notre Dame alumnus - with all the nuttiness that gives him, active in community, local politics, parish life. Married, one son. Listened to my WFMU show, found out we resided in the same town.
Office manager of an upstate New York parish, moved there when she married, leaving a career in corporate Manhattan. Stepmother to her husband's daughter.
An employee of a silicon valley corporation on the West Coast. Active in a parish with a large, poor Hispanic congregation. An out lesbian with a teenage son.
The latter two are in grad school studying theology.
All are in favor of marriage equality. I am not aware of their specific views on Catholic doctrine. All are taking a wait-&-see attitude toward the Papal election.
I also know ex-Catholics & lapsed Catholics. Some had their hearts broken, leaving the Church because they were so unwelcome.
I listen to these four Catholics much more than I say anything to them about religion. Whenever I write about Catholicism, on my blog or at KOS, it is usually about Catholic practice, not doctrine, rarely the institutional Church of the Bishops. I would never suggest a Catholic walk away from their Church, as some at KOS do. It is arrogance to presume an intelligent Catholic is not aware of the institutional failings, of their options, or to accuse them of somehow collaborating with child abuse cover-ups & Patriarchal oppression. We are all collaborating with evil. These Catholics do the best they can to steer their time, money & effort into missions of charity & compassion. Can't do that with tax payments. What keeps them in the Church, I believe, is the practice, the observance of Catholicism, its dailiness, the routines, their communities. Their spiritual calendar is not the one hanging on on the wall. Rather, it is a calendar of seasons & saints, of birth, death & resurrection, of remembrance, the celebration of things large & small. A day for blessing pets! Even protestants show up for that. It is not onerous, as it was in many pre-Vatican II Irish & Italian families I knew as a kid, attending churches with autocratic priests who knew all the secret sins of their parishioners. It can be a very sane way to order one's life. & it is difficult to duplicate outside of the Church. To my friends, it is their Church as much as it is the Church of Cardinals.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
I pulled yesterday's poem, "A Common Egret," out of a 2005 blog post. It was probably written in the late 90's when I was spending a lot of time on the Raritan Bay shore & at Sandy Hook, & I tinkered with it for a few years. It is not to my mind a successful poem. It would read well in public from a podium, & has the kind of twisty "dismount" at the end I seem to be good at doing - getting out of poem. But it is a contrived poem & I labor to follow what I want from it more than what the poem might have wanted. Can hardly blame a poet for desiring to celebrate a white egret, quite common in our marshes now, much more than when I was a child. As development continued unabated along the Jersey shore - the Barnegat Bay "lagoon" communities so badly damaged by Hurricane Sandy - industry was withdrawing from northern Jersey marshes & wildlife sanctuaries were established from the Meadowlands a short distance from NYC to Delaware Bay, so I suppose the egrets found safer, stable breeding habitats. They fly in from the marshes & islands of Arthur Kill - the waterway between Jersey & Staten Island - & fish at ponds in local parks around here, but they are not comfortable being too close to humans. They can't keep an eye on us & concentrate on fishing at the same time.
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
A Common Egret
If I could turn my knees around,
stand patiently in shallow water,
looping my long snake-thin neck
as I stare at the dim shapes of small fish
I stir up with my feet, I would be
a white egret meditating on a meal
in the solitude of salt marshes.
You might see my head raised above
a field of reeds like a strong flower,
then disappear as I strike lightning fast
at the substance of a shadow.
If you look upon me too long, I feel
the hollowness in my stomach,
unfold my ungainly wings, lift myself
a few yards above & distant, to a place
I imagine I am once again invisible.
You would do well to imitate me,
learn the art of fishing
& mind your own business.
Monday, March 04, 2013
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Saturday, March 02, 2013
The problem cat
Labels: Elizabeth NJ