581 Neil Young Words

 I've been out a few times

Today teaching Ferlinghetti in memoriam, 

His Queens cemetery poem,

went to a Jewish museum.

Fell in love with a Sadie Sternberg

who died in 1928 at the age of 21

but the photo with miles of style

and a radiant smile

I notice next her sister

on the other side of her father and mother

Rose Sternberg, died in 1923 at the age of 27.

What happened to these sisters? 

The mother went in 1925 at the age of 51.

Suddenly I am that father

and it's literally too sad to bear,

I find my mind running away from the pain

and back into that smile, as if the other side

of it cannot be accepted, and so I simply don't.

The brother outlived his whole family,

and outlived his sisters by a factor of 3.

I can't imagine his pain either, seeing Sadie's smile,

knowing what it was. I still dance though 

in the snow, as though on a frozen river of tears

on the crystal frontier. Proust is on my mind too,

he of the Jewish mother with a divided France,

what every subtle reference means to Dreyfus. 

Make it a habit to ook at the sky every day the Rabbi told me.   

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

86

Image
Morning Dance at Candlewood lake. Past a few joggers and it occurs to me that everybody is listening to music, but very few people are moving to the music. I can hardly help but move to the music. Is it fear that keeps people from moving to the music when they run? Because I can't believe that they are not feeling the music. Jumped in the lake afterward. Stand there and look at my reflection in the rippling gem of the water. Then dive in, fully alive. I open my eyes underwater and see opaque green. painted bridge painting set out for trash trolling! nice shape mail fish ?? good find
Read more

354

Image
Today I went to Mt. Zion Cemetery. I noticed on the map it was tucked back behind the cemetery I usually go to, Calvary. And I wanted to go to a Jewish Queens cemetery anyway because I told my friend Jacques Delaguerre that I would look for his grandfather's gravestone, which is apparently somewhere in Queens. An impossible task, but one which I was happy to begin. First of all, it was not easy to get into this cemetery. It is closed off from Calvary and you have to take a side street and enter in between the Sanitation dept. and a police station. The cemetery itself is overrun with weeds and flowers. The gravestones are very close together, almost haphazardly laid out. And mostly of a darker hue than the gravestones at Calvary. It is very different from neatly kept and organized Calvary cemetery. I couldn't help think about the chequered history of the Jews while I was here, especially those still alive during WWII. Cats were running around. And in one section I saw an aband...
Read more

70

Image
Difficult start this morning, probably because I was up so late last night, writing, looking for work. This morning started with Disclosure on Spotify, a recommendation of NPR. I used to be cool, but now I get my recommendations from NPR! The music was okay but I don't much care for the modern Beats. I mean the click track sound. Got about halfway through the album and switched to the new Daft Punk, but the same problem. A little bit of a dance this morning but hardly qualifies really. Mostly qualifies because of the effort made. Because I know that effort to continue will bring the right dance tomorrow. LAWLESS (the dance remix) DISCO ANGEL I often notice this graffiti as I dance. Russian? 
Read more