"The brook would lose its song if you took away the rocks."
Someone
Friday, September 25, 2020
September 25, 2020
SILENCE
Sometimes silence is passive aggression. Sometimes silence is the best response. Sometimes silence is smart. Sometimes stupid. Sometimes silence is God. Sometimes silence is admitting I’m all alone. Sometimes, but only sometimes… sometimes.
“The
most dangerous day in anyone’s life is the day they decide they know enough.”
Someone
Thursday, September 24, 2020
September 24, 2020
SHUT UP!
Just two words. Just 5 letters. They work. Sometimes it causes the other to shut down – sometimes for a long time. “Shut up!” They are much stronger than a yawn or a looking at one’s watch or simply saying, “I gotta run!” “Shut up!” And sometimes they get us to open up and tell each other what’s shut up – down deep – in our feelings.
“Do
your best.The backyard would be very
quiet if no birds sang except the best singers.”
Someone
September 23. 2020
TORN DOWN HOUSE
Mangled stucco and concrete – rubble – the remains of the house that was taken down – the house where we used to live: 326 – 62nd Street, Brooklyn, NY. Bulldozed – crumbled – crushed – till it finally gave in - and caved in - making room for the Gowanus Parkway above – now with thousands and thousands of cars and trucks and buses - going though and over where my brother and I played with our cars and lead soldiers. Now our house exists only in the black and white photographs - that slip out of the
old albums – when I page through them – falling out because the scotch tape has lost its stickiness. Ugh .... Age…. But wait - now - in
2020 – in this lost year of the pandemic – I’m grateful that I have time to look at – so many pictures and scenes that I’m realizing are still sticky, sticky, stuck, stuck - in my memory
- when I go back there to the 1940’s and early 50’s.