I was walking through City Park and it was a beautiful day and the cormorants were hanging from the naked tree like Christmas ornaments, when I noticed a well dressed couple walking towards me, and I veered the dogs to the right to let them pass, and the man stopped and put his arm around the woman and looking towards the tree, said, “Look, vultures.”
I went to the Prytania Theater yesterday to see Social Network – it was so nice to be in a real theater, with the big screen, and the pomp and circumstance of the curtain opening and closing. The movie was actually good, I was surprised at how good. And Justin Timberlake – was, well yum, but besides that he can act. It made me think about Facebook in general, as one actress said in the…
What We Have Done My mother shrugged off life Three thousand miles from Paris, City of her birth. It takes Two weeks of bureaucratic tape Before I fly her scant remains From Buffalo to this historic place, May 9, 1975, a fine night For being scattered, if ever There was one. Co-conspirators, We creep beneath the Pont Neuf, My mother and I, she beneath My coat in a cold container, And then I dump her…
This really happened last night – very strange: December 18, 2010 Taurus (4/20-5/20) The past week has been busy, varied and full of choices. As such, you’ve been hitting it hard for a while now, doing your job, and someone else’s, too — and that’s just in the department of work. Home and family, friendships and money matters have also been quite taxing, if you’ll pardon the pun. Believe it or not, though, someone has seen…
Last night, I walked down the street to have dinner with friends – spaghetti dinner – I am forever in love with that simple meal. I love the mouthfeel of twirled pasta in my mouth, the taste of the al dente noodles against the thicker, red sauce and the fine sprinkling of parmesan cheese on top of it. On top of spaghetti All covered with cheese I lost my poor meatball When somebody sneezed It…
What better way to end a frustrating week than to have a cry fest? I put in Rodrigo Garcia’s Mother and Child and decided to watch it because I needed to chill out and I think every raw point I could possibly have in my body was piqued by my saltwater tears. Good Lord is all I have to say. From the image of my mother failing in the hospital, to the failed adoptions, to…
Questions Of Travel Elizabeth Bishop There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, turning to waterfalls under our very eyes. –For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains, aren’t waterfalls yet, in a quick age or so, as ages go here, they probably will be. But if the…
I woke this morning at 4AM because I heard a noise and the dogs jumped. The alarm was on so I knew no one was in the house but it gave me the hebegebes and I couldn’t get back to bed. I wanted to go up to my office but was not too thrilled about going out the backdoor in the dark even with Heidi, Inspector General, by my side. So I surfed the net…
I’ve written about this before – this sense of home – this strong tidal pull that brought me back to New Orleans to find my home. I think about my lover back home in Croatia right now and wonder does she feel home there? Or does she feel home here? How there is this constant substitution going on to find what feels like home – Spain? Croatia? New Orleans? It’s a puzzle because I have…