Little dance down Roosevelt toward Flushing. Grinding slowly turns into gliding Thanks to the excellent dj skills of 99 & Barry.
Today went to The Cloisters to hear Janet Cardiff's piece 40 Part Motet. Sublime. Amazing how something with no narrative content can make you cry. And everyone else too. Totally transforming. Each voice having a unique beauty. And then the overarching whole!
The dance was only doing it. I was only doing the dance. But several people decayed beautifully before me, in front of my eyes. I lived them then, for a long second. Today I went to the Bronx zoo with the girls and saw giraffes and monkeys.
On the way there Sofia said, "broccoli is Spanish for Brooklyn."
She also said Honeywell was her favorite street. ??? Where'd you get Honeywell I asked her?
She didn't know. But when we got to the zoo we saw an actual Honeywell Street across from the park.
Later I was telling this to Melissa Ivey. I said it was freaky and what
did it mean? Then remembered that Melissa had earlier this afternoon
said she really loved honey, really loved a lot of it in her tea. She
loves her honey well.
I explained my theory to her about the
fourth dimension, the bending of all the angles of space together, all
the corners of the cube matched up with the other corners. Kind of like
putting the round peg in a square hole.
When I passed Honeywell
St. the angles folded together. I didn't know why until catching the
third angle, Mel's love of honey. Honey makes you well is the moral of
Then when leaving the park I left the double
stroller behind, packed up the girls and just left it there on the side
of the road. When I called the zoo the manager said it was gone. Oh no! I
I asked Melissa later why I might have
forgotten the stroller and she said maybe it went to a family that
really needed it. Of course. And this isn't even a stretch.
I felt much better about it.
Then Mel and I went to see Ron Padgett read at St. Mark's in the
Bowery. It was a fantastic reading. But even more fantastic was that
afterward Arlo Quint gave me a hard-back copy of Ron's Toujours l'amour
AND The Collected Writing of Joe Brainard. I couldn't believe it. What a
Melissa pointed out that maybe it was the universe giving back for use of the stroller.
This is like wearing 4D glasses. Finally, after the reading, on the way back to Queens we met up with our girl Amma.
"I met Lou at Max’s Kansas City in 1970. The Velvet Underground played
two sets a night for several weeks that summer. The critic and scholar
Donald Lyons was shocked that I had never seen them, and he escorted me
upstairs for the second set of their first night. I loved to dance, and
you could dance for hours to the music of the Velvet Underground. A
dissonant surf doo-wop drone allowing you to move very fast or very
slow. It was my late and revelatory introduction to “Sister Ray.”
a few years, in that same room upstairs at Max’s, Lenny Kaye, Richard
Sohl, and I presented our own land of a thousand dances."
LAND OF A THOUSAND DANCES!!!
That's what I'm creating here. Plus one.
The Velvet Underground are terrific to dance to, it's true. I think I will tomorrow.
This morning I listened to 99 & Barry though, the 10/4/13 show archived on AfterFM.com. Not only are those guys incredible DJs and an ideal couple, they also make me laugh every time. This morning I was laughing out loud in the graveyard. It felt strange to hear myself laugh in that huge quiet place. I loved laughing there though, laughing in the place of death.
Dreaming of Berlin.
I always stop and look at the Post cover on my way. Big Bill's the new mayor.
These grave photos are endlessly fascinating to me. And I love this woman.d
Didn't quite get this one right, the phones not over the ears. I'll have to recreate it tomorrow.