Monday, December 2, 2013

Italian Families

can say the nastiest thing to each other
and then act as though nothing has happened
only at certain levels
Parents and their children get a "it don't mean nothing" pass
you wouldn't believe the things I said to my parents and vice versa
siblings kinda
everyone else goes on the outs
siblings can be on the outs
but its usually short lived
the outs with others
can go on for a long time

Saturday, November 30, 2013

60 Sunrise

Just after sun rise
 one
   then the other
   bling blunk
I stir
 I stay awake
   xo back to the one
   xo back to the othr
 and I am up and out as usual
 
I could show you snapshots of an end of November
 very windy
  somewhat cold
    empty boardwalk and swath of sand next to a choppy ocean shore
I could turn the video onto me
 and you could see an old man
  in a shaggy Chinese overcoat and glove
  
Standing barefoot in the sand
 breathing silently
   in the sunshine
     while seagulls huddle
      but the camera battery quit
        right in time
     

Friday, November 29, 2013

My Mother


My Mother 
 wrote poetry
I have her book
Our Aunt Jo typed them up
Little jib jabs
 tugs at the heart
like this
Some pages remain hand written

It's Okay

It's okay you didn't come to see me
 you didn't call
   you maybe thought of texting
    you maybe didn't think at all
I wonder if you have my email
I'll wonder if you'll know my name
now for sure
but later who knows
I promised you'd forget me

On 60

A close friend calls at twelve zero one
I'm out of the bed by one
7-11 coffee
boiling water to soak my feet
gonna learn cutecut video editing

perhaps will resolve to breathe silently from now on

On Turning 60 - Morning

I could take you a picture
 of a late November ocean
  inviting enough to plunge into
    later

I could take you
 I couldn't paint you

I could tell you of images
 of yoga on the sand
with sun
and feet
an  old man insisting
 on putting his socks on
   on one leg

I could whisper
 secrets so grand
  they just come to me
   on the sand
and I beg them stay
 long enough
  for this



The last day of being 59 otherwise known as turning 60

it's silly
 turning 60 has taken a  long time
  these last so many months, weeks, days, now hours
   seem to lag
    and I have savored it
   for before all that
  i forgot about it
and focused on other things
that have nothing to do with being anything else

that is 60
that is 0
that is any number

and I love you
and I love

chi

Project to get rich and famous

Materials: IPAD,TALENT, PRODUCTIONSTAFF

video footage
sound tracks
audio tracks
snapshots
backgrounds
captions
segments
transitions

editing, editing, editing, editing, editing
more editing, editing, etc

publish


Commenting to Gabriel Cousen's blog on the esscence of life

Happy Thanksgiving day after
 
In response to Gabriel's latest blog entry
 
I submitted for approval this comment. :)
 
 
I don't understand the first sentence, and I'm not sure moksha gets defined. That's not a good start. One of us is confused.
The rest of the first paragraph is full of suggestions I don't want in my head.
The first sentence of the second paragraph. Neither the "big picture", nor "God" gets defined.
The rest I have no argument with, other than it's somewhat tyrannical tone in a familiar pattern; I, the reader, along with the author, do all sorts of things we shouldn't be doing, and should, in fact, MUST do otherwise, for something that is undefined, this "big piture God"
Suggestion. I would like your take on the light and the sound, as expressed, by my humble interpretation of the writings of Kirpal Singh( My favorite piece is the "Mystery of Death"), Castenada, and others. I wonder if you've ever read that and what is your take.
 
bob

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Crib notes

As a gift I received
 a stack of two and seven eighths inch white non sticky notes
   of which I take one off the top and scribble
     from time to time
       upon coming upon some tidbit
         from within or without

I've got 5 of em here

1st
"mostly
    nearly
I feel no
  tide lifting
awaiting the
  flood & the burn
    surely to come"
        
probably in reaction to something about the weather and climate change

Lou Volpe | High School Drama | Levittown, NY
Theatre=deal with uncomfortable topics

Interesting NPR piece - triggered thoughts about my production of "Milarepa"

Wishful thinking that a message needs to be delivered to all Americans on how to drive!
public message with fancy graphics illustrating the benefits from cooperative shared driving skills
i.e. interstate traffic, what's the big picture, why does it flow as it does?

9.18 Suggestions for NPR 1) remind why|how you know what you know about the cause of accidents and how|why|what you can broadcast. I wonder if there aren't liability issues behind the seeming concealment of basic helpful information about how the accidents that are delaying us happen and the lessons about proper driving etiquette are not being delivered

NPR should remind their listeners more about where to find the music tags

on the last two crib notes are race selections

there
these five gone


Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Father

I was born to older parents
 my father was 45
   ma was 39

He was born in 1909 in Italy
  sixth of seven
    brought here at one and half years of age

Held by his mother at the port of entry in New York
 and the story is his older brother hid under his mother's dress
  as I am getting on in years now
   I'm not sure that story is true
    and there's no one to ask

His father didn't want to be a priest
  they lived in Astoria
    he delivered ice
     I forget if it was with a horse and wagon
       probably
    They had coal in the basement
    He was strict
       very strict
    No one could talk at the table
    One of his sisters jumped out the window one night to go on a date
    In his old age he thought there were bugs on him all the time
  And that's about all I know about my paternal grandfather

My father married young
   very young
    and it didn't last
     I don't remember how long
       I'll say a year and a half
   but he had a son with her
    that he never saw again
     after the divorce
   and the son did not carry his name

He saw the Great Depression
   He never forgot it