Monday, July 28, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies."

Thursday, July 24, 2014

No More Walls


"Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another."

Quote from The Diary of Anaïs Nin
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Embargo

Whiskey-smacked birdmen take to the sky once again, avenging all so-called transgressions via radio-wave breakdown, and always with a nod and bow to the ancients. The pain comes in fast and hard, with little relevance to the affair at hand, let alone rational intent.

A self-inflicted blow to the face, with the force of months of disoriented walks through heaps of Dionysian rubble. The loss of taste is the worst of it, but at least sight remains, allowing for glorious sunspots, and the awareness of those precious, awkward smiles.

© 2009 Lee Greenfeld

Monday, July 21, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them."

Monday, July 14, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to ride it like you find it. You got to change with it. If a day goes by that don't change some of your old notions for new ones, that is just about like trying to milk a dead cow."

Saturday, July 12, 2014

He's Left Home


Tommy Ramone
Rest In Peace

I only got to see the Ramones live once: I had just published an interview with the band in my 'zine (and had them on the cover), and as such brought two stacks to the show. I was already giddy being on the band's guest-list and finally getting to see them live, but looking out to see a sea of faces reading my rag before one of the greatest and most important American bands hit the stage was a feeling that's hard to describe, though also one I'll never forget... Those first three LPs are game-changers, and it's hard to believe that all of those responsible for creating them are gone.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Bright Lights, Big City


"The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding." -John Updike

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Monday, July 7, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them."

Monday, June 30, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Yes, alone we are, deeply alone, and always, in store for us, a layer of loneliness even deeper. There is nothing we can do to dispose of that. No, loneliness shouldn’t surprise us, as astonishing to experience as it may be. You can try yourself inside out, but all you are then is inside out and lonely instead of inside in and lonely."

Monday, June 23, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good!" The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare."

Monday, June 16, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"We generally give to our ideas about the unknown the color of our notions about what we do know: If we call death a sleep it's because it has the appearance of sleep; if we call death a new life, it's because it seems different from life. We build our beliefs and hopes out of these small misunderstandings with reality and live off husks of bread we call cakes, the way poor children play at being happy. But that's how all life is; at least that's how the particular way of life generally known as civilization is. Civilization consists in giving an innapropriate name to something and then dreaming what results from that. And in fact the false name and the true dream do create a new reality. The object really does become other, because we have made it so. We manufacture realities. We use the raw materials we always used but the form lent it by art effectively prevents it from remaining the same. A table made out of pinewood is a pinetree but it is also a table. We sit down at the table not at the pine tree.”

Monday, June 9, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

White Sheets

"Please be with me.
Love me the way you do now, forever."

He wakes and checks. Again.
She's not there. Again.

Empty white sheets and a propped pillow.
Black underwear and fallen golden hair.

Tomorrow is another day,
For hope against hope.

As love is the play,
With a stage set... Theater in motion.

"You are the best man I have ever met.
I love you like nothing I've ever known."

He closes his eyes tight. Again.
She's there. Again.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Above all, avoid lies, all lies, especially the lie to yourself. Keep watch on your own lie and examine it every hour, every minute. And avoid contempt, both of others and of yourself: what seems bad to you in yourself is purified by the very fact that you have noticed it in yourself. And avoid fear, though fear is simply the consequence of every lie. Never be frightened at your own faintheartedness in attaining love, and meanwhile do not even be very frightened by your own bad acts."

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Tick Tock


"The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time."

Quote by Bertrand Russell
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Monday, May 26, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"We must be prepared to make heroic sacrifices for the cause of peace that we make ungrudgingly for the cause of war. There is no task that is more important or closer to my heart."

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

In The Free World You Must Stay


William Worthy
Rest In Peace

"William Worthy, a foreign correspondent who in the thick of the Cold War ventured where the United States did not want him to go and became the subject of both a landmark federal case concerning travel rights and a ballad by the protest singer Phil Ochs, died on May 4th." ... Story continues here: William Worthy, A Reporter Drawn To Forbidden Datelines, Dies At 92 (NY Times)

Monday, May 19, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world would do this, it would change the earth."

Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Statue

Deny your faith until the deathbed, but its stink is all over you and your precious borrowed clothes. Your coal-black hair carries the reek of want, and your saccharine breath betrays your core of loss. Now picture the multitudes — "sheep" you whisper. See them sulking in their lonely rooms, surrounded by pointlessness.

It's comical how you step out briskly from the twilight to present yourself. "I am rational!" you shout, but behind you lurks that same broken-down machine that feeds on such paltry exclamations, emotions dripping like oil from its worn seams.

In front of you your minions sit, their minds thick with the ache of betrayal, and their lips cracked from the ill-wind bite of careless infatuation. Stare in my mirror and see not yourself, past or future, but a sentiment scarecrow, trembling from false declarations, and the disease of your mind's costume.

© 2009 Lee Greenfeld

Monday, May 12, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once...  and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you."

Thursday, May 8, 2014

In The Hour Of His Deepest Need

For as far back as he could recall, there was one thing that always brought him comfort... The words that rang true and glowed like burning coal. Words that heralded hope, proclaimed love, celebrated loss, embraced shattered faith, and shook a finger at corruption. Words that carried his broken self to lonesome side-streets, waterfront docks, and beauty parlors filled with sun-pecked faces. Words that caressed with a singular voice, a knowing wink, and left in their wake a warm, seemingly all-knowing security.
© 2011 Lee Greenfeld

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

No Matter What Your Language


Jack Agüeros
Rest In Peace

Destiny asked if I would play cards, so I sat.
I liked the one-hand cuts and snappy shuffles
but I kept going down. Deal after deal,
pictures, numbers, I never controlled a hand.

"Destiny," I cried, "you only wear one suit -
it's red!, or is it black?"

Destiny blew on the deck and laughed.
"Look around, call yourself lucky - I let you play."

"Destiny," I said, "look at me, I'm a brown Jack
and I sit high in the hierarchy. Where's my privilege?"

Untitled poem by Jack Agüeros © 2006

Monday, May 5, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"A revolutionary age is an age of action; ours is the age of advertisement and publicity. Nothing ever happens but there is immediate publicity everywhere. In the present age a rebellion is, of all things, the most unthinkable. Such an expression of strength would seem ridiculous to the calculating intelligence of our times. On the other hand a political virtuoso might bring off a feat almost as remarkable. He might write a manifesto suggesting a general assembly at which people should decide upon a rebellion, and it would be so carefully worded that even the censor would let it pass. At the meeting itself he would be able to create the impression that his audience had rebelled, after which they would all go quietly home — having spent a very pleasant evening.”

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Exile On 116th Street

Matt was a local legend… a real borough hero.

One winter night in the mid-'80s Matt ranted, for what seemed like an eternity, about "the commies" all while letting cigarettes burn out on his arms in an effort to show that he was prepared for "the coming fight." On that same cold blustery night using just one hand — and then just a few fingers — he hung his body off the local esplanade to show his resolve. He could care less about the bumper-to-bumper traffic below. Or perhaps he didn't notice it.

Matt's best friend Eddie lived uptown.

Eddie ruined Matt's life.

© 2012 Lee Greenfeld

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Destruction


I come and go — the Demon tags along,
hanging around me like the air I breath;
each time I swallow he fills my burning lungs
with sinful cravings never satisfied.

Sometimes (for he knows my love of Art)
he visits in a seductive woman's form
and with the specious alibis of despair
inures my lips for squalid appetites.

Thereby he leads me out of God's regard,
spent and gasping — out to where the vast
barrens of Boredom stretch infinitely,

and here he hurls into my startled face
the open wounds, the rags they have soaked through,
and all Destruction's bloody bag of tricks!

Poem by Charles Baudelaire
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Monday, April 28, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Why on awakening from your dream and entering fully into reality, do you feel almost every time, and occasionally with an extraordinary force of impressions, that along with the dream you are leaving behind something you have failed to fathom? You smile at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the tissue of those absurdities contains some thought, but a thought that is real, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart; it is as if your dream has told you something new, prophetic, awaited; your impression is strong, it is joyful or tormenting, but what it is and what has been told you — all that you can neither comprehend nor recall."