Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
BITING THE APPLE
I was certainly surprised to
hear on the local news today
that the Borough of Queens,
New York City, came in first
in a survey that places them
#1 in resident satisfaction.
Or as the reporter proclaimed,
Queens was the happiest
Borough of all five. I would have
thought that perhaps Manhattan, which
contains Park Avenue and Fifth Avenue,
might have won out. Which just goes to
show that money doesn't buy happiness.
Conducted by a Citizens Committee
for New Yorkers, 4400 people, a
reasonable amount to form a statistic
of 51%, said that they liked the friendliness
of their neighbors, the houses are nice, there's lots of
greenery, the largest diversity of cultures, many languages
(no hysteria here to make English the official language).
And 68% really like to join in for the betterment of
I'm happy that this has seen the light of day. Maybe
there will be a shift in emphasis, and population,
away from Manhattan, to Queens, so that in the future
when we sing..."if you can make it there, you can make
it anywhere"...we will be singing about Queens, N.Y.
I have to admit that in recent years, the only times I've
visited Queens was on the way to or from the airport.
Either LAG, or JFK. Queens, in addition to being so
harmonious, is very well suited for take-offs and
In the future, as I drive through Queens, I will certainly
breathe deeply of it's benevolent air!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
JANUARY 27, 1756
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU... WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART
253 YEARS OLD TODAY
"Mozart is the greatest composer of all...
the music is of such purity and beauty that one feels he merely
found it...that it has always existed as part of the inner beauty
of the universe waiting to be revealed".
From, "Two Ghosts",
K 165/ PROOF
The Mezzo's voice fills the
and beckons us to plunge
into Mozart's Little Concerto.
Exultate, jubilate, a motet sung by sopranos,
was composed for the illustrious Rauzini,
Monday, January 26, 2009
POMONA HAS BEEN LABLED OBSCURE,
YET SURVIVED ANTIQUITY AS THE ROMAN GODDESS
OF ORCHARDS AND FRUIT TREES.
It is said that she made it with the help of Vertumnus, God of the Changing Year, for he allowed the seasons to reach her orchard and ripen her fruit.
It's known that he fancied her,but disguised himself as an old hag so he could befriend her, gain her confidence.
Old ladies seemed more trustworthy than Gods.
They did this sort of thing in antiquity.
It worked out in the end.
Pomona did well in history. She can be found at the Louvre,
and outside the Plaza Hotel in New York City.
There she is in the works of Rubens and Rembrandt.
There are eight cities in the U.S. named Pomona and we have
Also 32 Pomona, is an astoroid and
Papilio Pomona, a species of butterfly.
As William Holden said in "Sunset Boulevard"...."They'll love
it in Pomona".
And let's not forget Steve Miller singing,
"Really love your peaches,
wanna shake your tree".
She went in a kid, and came out a star!
Based on information by
Thursday, January 22, 2009
version is a written poem made up
repeated in a pattern. It can be
I found that I was very attracted to this form
when I discovered it several years ago.
The poem that follows is from my
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I have so much to be grateful for.
For instance, if anyone out there remembers my post
way back when, at the beginning of January, "Ritual",
you'll find me in a pretty fair uproar about the
subject of cream cheese.
Not forcing you search it out, it's basically about my
breakfast: bagel and cream cheese, (although I did
have something called an "English " muffin yesterday).
Don't like to get into a rut!
Anyway, the problem had to do with the impossibility
of my opening the cream cheese package without doing
damage to myself, the kitchen, and the bagel.
Until this morning. I actually had a vision that this time
I would open the package (a problem that's followed me
ALL of my life) with little ado, spread the cream cheese,
pour the coffee and relax with Milo, the cat, in his favorite
The vision was miraculously fulfilled. I'm humbled. I will
allow myself to have larger dreams, for they may come true.
And Obama has been President for barely a day!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
OF THE UNITED STATES
Monday, January 19, 2009
Prayer of the Day
GREAT SPIRIT, YOU ARE THE LIFE OF THINGS
Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth
and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you
are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things
belong to you- the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings
of the air, and all green things that live.
You have set the powers of the four quarters of the earth
to cross each other. You have made me cross the good
road and the road of difficulties, and where they cross,
the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you
are the life of things.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
with Leo McKern
April 21, 1923 - January 16, 2009
I'm so sorry to be posting obits one after
I fervantly hope that some of my favorite
people stay around for a long time.
That being said,I would like to quote from
The New York Times, on the occasion of
the death of John Mortimer, barrister
and writer, at the age of 85.
"Mr. Mortimer also found time to pursue
his lifelong interest in women,
write for newspapers and
keep up the garden
nurtured by his father..."
To be remembered always, as the creator of
And because he was enthralled
by Evelyn Waugh's book,
adapted it for television,
to my everlasting gratitude.
John Mortimer... straight to heaven!
acknowledgement: Associated Press for photograph
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I HOPE THIS PICTURE IS SUITABLY STRANGE OR
SPOOKY. I JUST WANT, FROM TIME TO TIME, TO
It's been about a month now since I have entered
into this particular form of masochism.
I, who am practically veiled when I go out,
actually thought it was a good idea to say,
"Hello world, here I am!"
And I was right to trust in the kindness of strangers.
Funny, but I seem to be treated with more tact
and appreciation by the bloggy world than by
kith and kin.
What has become apparent is that
despite my willingness to lose my dignity, and
practically beg for any friend or relation to
PUHLEEEEZE just click on my Blog, I am
offered the lamest excuses why this is almost
immpossible. High on the list is the "busy" factor,
and getting to it after "the holidays".
Well, there will always be a holiday around the corner.
Another excuse is based on the misinformation that
blogs are noisy, negative places where political maniacs
Or as my dearest friend says, "I have better things to do
than spend the day on the computer". I myself would rather
say, "the dog ate the keyboard".
But the very worst part is my fear of technology. I come
from a time when the most complicated after school task
was to turn on"I Love Lucy". Now, when I look at the
computer screen, just the phrase,"click", is somewhat of a
challenge. What if I do, and everything disappears? What if
I don't and I keep going in circles? I've done both.
The other day when my all my pictures disappeared, I had
an urge to resort to old behavior, which is to hit any
mechanical object. I refrained. Pictures returned in their
own sweet time
Instead I became very philosophical. As I do with most
things that disappear from my life, I just say,"It wasn't
meant to be". I'll think of it as a late summer romance,
fleeting, and lot's of fun. But September always comes.
Yet, I'm back! Maybe it's the angel on my shoulder!!!
Here's a quote, appropos of nothing
I can't understand why a person will take a year
to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a
US radio comedian ( 1894-1956)
Monday, January 12, 2009
ANOTHER BILLY COLLINS
I've noticed a flurry of Billy adulation
floating through several blogs recently,
I am his biggest fan. In fact,
I wrote the following poem about him
last year when I made the discovery
that not only were we both born
in NYC, but we share the same birth date.
Billy...I salute you!!!
BEING BILLY COLLINS
I want to kidnap you,
immobilize your transferred body,
throw you down
on white paper,
place your arms at your sides,
then grab a pitch black
outline your stock-still body,
because I'm about to
Not like you. Just you.
I'll place myself within
the sketched border,
It's only fair that this occur.
our mutual date of birth.
I'm the one meant to be
the celebrated poet,
to know what it's like
to have the literary world
rally round my accomplished patois.
Billy, you were meant
to take a seat and stare
at this anesthetizing screen.
And here you are,
punch drunk from lack of sleep,
clutching my napping cat
upon your sprawling lap,
wondering what you're doing here.
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Well, here I am consorting with ghosts again.
Am I projecting a future, spooky attachment to life
when I should sensibly have left this mortal coil?
The very thought of the static, repetitious scenario,
coming through the same door for eternity,
is not appealing.
I guess that's the point. Let go in life,
maybe it will be easier to close the door
permanently when the time comes.
Method to my madness...a request has been made
for me to show more of my poetry.
I have from time to time posted a snippet here,
a snippet there, from my book of poetry,
"Two Ghosts", which "came out" last year.
Certainly, not all my poems are ethereally tilted.
There's a song, a dance,
some seltzer down your pants.
Here is an entire poem,
one of the Two Ghosts
I keep tossing around.
Maybe one of these days
I'll post the other Ghost!
LADIES IN WAITING
She sits in a straight backed chair
slouching like Whistler's Mother.
Head to toe in black,
she looks out of the night window.
I wonder if she's the nurse.
In the ward there are no other children.
I call out,
"Can you bring me some water?"
She turns to me
and I can't find her face.
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I want to thank Marti at Cameleon Conundrum
who has posted her interview. Check her out!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
by Willow, Life at Willow Manor. After I answer Willow's
questions, I invite you all to be interviewed as well.
Instructions at the end of this post will tell you how.
1. I see from your blog that you are a
breast cancer survivor. Which one piece of
advice can you give us from this experience?
I'm taking it for granted that women are looking
after themselves, that no foolish excuses, no
hiding one's head in the sand, is allowed to take place.
Go for that exam, follow through. Believe that you are a
survivor. For ages I've had this favorite phrase. If anyone
tells me I have something awful, I always say,
"I have the good version". Have faith in your good fate.
Is that more than one piece of advice?
2. Why is your blog called "Two Ghosts"?
I had a book of poetry published last year. The title
is "Two Ghosts". There are two short poems in it, connected
by theme. What else...ghosts! The ladies in the poems
are as scary as I could make them. My grandmother, from
the old country, brought a bounty of frightening tales
with her when she came here. Many times her stories had
me sleeping with the lights on. "Two Ghosts"? I like the
sound of it. Better than One.
3. Who is your favorite female actress and why?
It used to be the other one, but now it's definitely
Helen Mirren. She's sublime. Just when she seems to
be acting a hag, with the turn of her head she becomes
beautiful. She always seems transcendent, more than
inhabiting the role, more than anyone could wish for.
Who else could play the "Queen"? And Jane Tennyson?
There's no such thing as seeing "Prime Suspect" too
4. Apart from your loved ones, what
is your most treasured possession?
A very big box. My apartment. Lock me in and throw
away the key. Everything is here. Books on shelves,
on tables, on my nightstand. Paintings hung the way
they do at the Louvre. One on top of the other up to
the ceiling. My Puja, where I have a very ecumenical
group of saints and symbols that I invoke every morning.
Old pots and pans, two great new ones, that I really
use for the hundreds of recipes I've collected. Music at
all times, Mozart or The Beach Boys. And all
my art things are here in this box.
5. Before blogging, what, if any was
Before blogging, like a month ago, (this stuff may be
too tech for me), I was gifted with a love for art and
was extremely privileged to be able to follow the path
of an artist. For the last five years or so I have been
totally wrapped up in the making of collages. What I
love about collage is that I am able to use parts of
other art that I've done, old sketches, pieces of etchings,
prints, cloth, nothing is thrown away, anything that
can be pasted, assembled. I like beauty, I try to make
my art beautiful. In order to take that love for beauty
to a logical place, I became a makeup artist.
I'm just a fool for beauty. I also like to write. Talk?
You can't shut me up.
Here's the instructions:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions.
(I get to pick the questions).
3. You will update your blog with the answers to
4. You will include this explanation and an offer
to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed,
you will ask them five questions.