Rob Redux (as in Pattinson)? (Sorry–Can Resist.)

Posted November 18, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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I am feeling tremendously guilty tonight.

This is, oddly, because of the opening of the new Twilight movie, Breaking Dawn I.

As long-term followers of this blog know, ages ago (make that about two years back), I was strangely (wildly) smitten by a combo of Robert Pattinson and Edward Cullen.

It was so weird–(make that pathetic)–the type of thing you don’t want anyone to know, and yet are also desperate to blather on about.

And I blathered–I blogged about Rob and Edward, bemoaned Robsten, bemoaned Jacob even more.  I became so–let’s stick with odd–that I even speculated at one point on whether Rob and Kristen would like jury duty.  (One of the few public activities in NYC where there are no cameras.)

And then, somehow, I was cured.  (It may have been seeing Twilight movies II and III.)

But, despite my antipathy for New Moon and Eclipse, I reviewed them on opening night.

I can’t even get myself to buy a ticket to Breaking Dawn, much less deliver the customary bad review.

(Or can I?)

Nope.  At least not tonight.

Hmmmm….

(But what about… next week…????)

Friday Flash 55–At the subway by Zuccotti Park

Posted November 18, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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On the subway by Zuccotti Park

I noticed her yesterday jammed among lines/signs/police I tried to avoid–tall, peaked cap, plastic calf brace.

Having trouble at turnstile today, I swiped for her, said awkward/friendly, “better watch out for that leg.”  

Fumbling bills one-handed to repay, “no, stroke accident.”

About 28?

I fumbled now,  “Don’t worry about it.”

The above is my offering for Friday Flash 55.   Tell it to the G-man.

Below are some photos I took yesterday of Zuccotti Park.  As followers of this blog know, I live in downtown Manhattan and so go by the park every day.  Yesterday, I was mainly impressed by the cheek by jowl aspect of the protestors and the police, who seemed remarkably at ease with each other, despite obvious irritation.  The police are tired of standing around there; the protesters are mad (and kind of confused.  Many have always seemed pretty confused.  But now, there’s a palpable sense of not knowing where to be/what comes next.) Please note that I am just posting the photos for information;  I am not advocating the views in the signs.

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“Staccato Poem?” – “World War I Veteran” – Belated Armistice Day

Posted November 17, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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Today, dVerse Poets Pub has a “form for all” challenge hosted by Gay Reiser Cannon and Beth Winter, to write a “staccato” poem.  I had not heard of this form before, and although Gay and Beth give both a good explanation and great examples of it in their own poetry blogs, I’m not completely sold on it.  (It involves two six line stanzas with a series of couplets and internal rhymes and certain emphatic repeated words.)

My own staccato poem came to mind in thinking belatedly of Armistice Day, the end of World War I.

I’m sorry, I’m afraid my iPad painting came out a bit more grisly than intended.  That said, World War I seems to be almost as grisly a war as one can imagine.

World War I Veteran

She now speaks of her uncle’s mask with pride,
how she, her brother, each sniffed deep inside–
Yes! Yes!–they put their faces in–
(eyes bug’s), imagined traces in
the mustiness–of mustard’s scent and mud;
and yes, on khaki’s fade, the stain, old blood.

Knew only what they heard or read or guessed–
their uncle never spoke, not even yes
or no.  (No! No!)  Made tooled leather
wallets and small sacs to gather
coins.  Though often he just sat in his old car,
not able to manage masks, no, anymore.

More Pix of Zuccotti Park – Evening After (11/15/11)

Posted November 16, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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Zuccotti Park (the site of Occupy Wall Street) was a remarkably serene scene last night.  Protesters were back in the park, engaging in their singular “speak and repeat” style of public speaking.  (One person gives a speech in phrases, and the crowd repeats it so all can hear.  It sounds like chanting.)

There were plenty of police but there was a much greater calm about the scene, the police chatting with each other and in some cases protesters.  (I should note that the police seemed very disciplined whenever I passed by there during the day, although their sheer numbers were daunting, as was perhaps intended.)  Sorry the top pix especially are blurry.

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Open Link Night- “Poem For My Father”

Posted November 15, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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As a downtown New Yorker, I’ve been pretty taken up by the happenings at Zuccotti Park today, so it feels strange to post the very different poem I’d planned for  dVerse Poets Pub open link night.  But life is complex, lived in lots of layers at once. The iPad painting (above) doesn’t exactly go with the poem, but all I could think of.  I am also posting this for Poet’s Rally at Promising Poets.

Poem for my father

My father, who loves me completely,
is weakening.
My father, who loves me through and through,
cannot sit up on his own.
My dad, who would do anything for me,
cannot make his throat swallow.
I say to him,
“you have to try,” and he does, but
his body is not
all heart.

What will I do
when not loved
through and through? Hurts
thinking of it, hurts
completely, my body all heart
in a throat that can’t swallow.

Zuccotti Park – Morning After Clearing – 11/15/11

Posted November 15, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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Whew. Just walked by Zuccotti Park. And I take back a lot of this morning’s post. I don’t know what Bloomberg should have done–tents were probably not a great idea. I can understand the concern that in an age of “see something, say something,” a bunch of tents in a public square can pose genuine security threats.

But what’s happening this morning is very scary. The police presence is overwhelming. I’m talking hundreds of cops in riot gear, vans and vans. (My pictures really can’t convey the feeling of the park.)

The protesters left are gamely trying to march up Liberty Street, very hemmed in, chanting. (One girl with a prosthesis, older people, all kinds of people.)

They are surrounded in addition to the police by so many people with cameras, press, passers-by. Brokers have come out to watch. Tourists don’t quite know what they are doing in the middle of it. STreet is shaking with the chant of protesters and also, well, a sense of fear. Maybe Bloomberg’s idea is to avoid confrontation through a crushing police presence, I don’t know, but it is awful to see. I’m still shaking inside.

To be fair, my only personal confrontation with a policeman was his telling me to watch out for the red light stop sign–i.e. get out of the middle of Broadway till the light changed.

And the police, in general, seem disciplined, undaunted by picture taking. No one is trying to stop anyone from doing that, as you can see below.

The thing is that there are just so many of them. It’s hard to convey the scene in iPhone pictures, but here are some.

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Clearing Zuccotti Park – Tents Down

Posted November 15, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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I find it very hard to assess my feelings about police clearing out Zuccotti Park, a place I walk by twice a day.

I have to say that the movement seemed to have changed lately.  Yes, there were some very serious people–the union guy with the hard hat–and the knitters–but it also seemed to have gotten seedier, with lots and lots of flat-out panhandlers.  One guy in particular was a bit creepy–he used a kitten as a prop in collecting “donations.”   (The way he clutched it, one hand out, honestly made me feel a little sick.)   (Although not nearly as sick as another guy this weekend hustling tourists a few blocks away at Ground Zero–he was dressed like a bronzed statue of a 9/11 fire fighter.)

The raggedness of the park was oddly much exacerbated by the change from daylight savings time.  Very early in the evening, the area, though incredibly crowded, became also incredibly dark, a kind of crowded darkness you rarely come by in the City.

That said, I was never afraid walking through it or around it (though I was annoyed by the drumming.)  But hey, I’m a New Yorker.  This means I rarely feel truly threatened by people.   (It’s bombs and airplanes I’m worried about.)

So, did Kelly and Bloomberg do the right thing?  I just don’t know.  On the one hand, it seems harsh.  On the other, well, I know a lot of residents who were totally fed up, especially people with children.

Were there fire and safety concerns?  Undoubtedly.

Were their concerns about serious crime?  Well, sure, but the place was surrounded by police.  (That said, all those fortified tents in the dark are surely things that make policemen nervous, regardless of first amendment rights.)

Was it a cost for the City?  Well, sure–see paragraph above.

Bloomberg says protests can go on, but without tents.  It will be interesting to see.

Tired on Monday Commute (With Elephant)

Posted November 14, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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Sorry, photo got cut off. It’s always a bit complicated taking pictures on the subway, especially of small elephants.

Have a good day!

What Carries A Broom and Is Occupying NYC This Weekend?

Posted November 13, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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Riddle

We have heard a lot about the tents of young people down at Occupy Wall Street in Zuccotti Park.  We’ve heard about concerns over sanitation, cold, potential violence.   Some have commented on the weird costumes worn by the protesters, and the sometimes silliness of their conduct–costumes and conduct that may make it difficult to take them seriously.

But this weekend, New York is hosting, in a different park, another congregation of tents, youth, well-contained violence, and silliness:  the 2011 Quidditch World Cup!  Held at Randall’s Island, in a huge green field (and also at Icahn Stadium), filled with pitches, tents, and players running around with brooms between their legs.  (Talk about sanitation!)

Quidditch has been adapted, to the extent possible when not airborne, from J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books, and Harry’s world is in full evidence at the World Cup–refreshments include butter beer and golden snitchwiches.  Participants have clever jerseys, often with mystical or nonsensical symbols, and, of course, there are those brooms.  The game, however, while it is very silly, is also very serious.   For one thing, it is amazingly physical–fast-paced and inherently violent (in terms of force needed to win, although hostility seemed to be kept well in check.)

The game combines dodge ball (the bludgers), basketball ball  (the quaffle going through a silver hoop),  field hocky (well–the broom is usually kept between the players’ legs), football (a lot of strong-arming) and hand to hand combat (getting the snitch).  Players must be strong, fast, fearless, and also, it seems, have very good senses of humor.

It was a bit dark for my iPhone to get great photos (I went for the night games, below a full moon), but here are a few.

Magpie Tales (91) – Villanelle to Wandering Mind

Posted November 13, 2011 by ManicDdaily
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I am posting this in response to the prompt of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales.  Tess posts an interesting photo each week.  Because I like to use my own art work (except the current header landscape by Jason Martin), I’ve redone the photo (more or less).

In this case, due to the chaotic conditions of this particular November day, I’m cheating a bit, in that my poem below does not completely fit with the photo, and is also a poem  that I have posted before.  (But what’s cheating in love and poetry? Ummm… not a great thing.  Sorry.)

Still, it is an interesting poem, and although I think it belongs to the image of an older female–i.e. one about my own age–it does describe a certain twilit mental crossroads (one without clear signposts, and perhaps, several empty chairs.)

Villanelle to Wandering Brain

Sometimes my mind feels like it’s lost its way
and must make do with words that are in reach
as pink as dusk (not dawn), the half-light of the day,

when what it craves is crimson, noon in May,
the unscathed verb or complex forms of speech.
But sometimes my mind feels like it’s lost its way

and calls the egg a lightbulb, plan a tray,
and no matter how it search or how beseech
is pink as dusk (not dawn), the half-light of the day.

I try to make a joke of my decay
or say that busy-ness acts as the leech
that makes my mind feel like it’s lost its way,

but whole years seem as spent as last month’s pay,
plundered in unmet dares to eat a peach—
as pink as dusk (not dawn), the half-light of the day.

There is so much I think I still should say,
so press poor words like linens to heart’s breach,
but find my mind has somehow lost its way
as pink as dusk (not dawn), the half-light of the day.