Wednesday, April 30, 2014


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."

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Final Exit

Last Exit
Rest In Peace

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Friday, April 25, 2014

The Apartment

The cigarette didn't taste right.
Truth was, they rarely did.

Books surround,
magazines too.

No comfort.

© 2009 Lee Greenfeld

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Monday, April 21, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either — but right through every human heart — and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. And even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained. And even in the best of all hearts, there remains ... an unuprooted small corner of evil."

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Justice Is A Game

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter
Rest In Peace

"Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world."

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

City Baby Attacked By Rats

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you, and the life you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be. If you follow your bliss, doors will open for you that wouldn’t have opened for anyone else."

Friday, April 11, 2014


"You be greater than your feelings. I don't demand this of you —
life does. Otherwise you'll be washed away by feelings.
You'll be washed out to sea and never seen again."

Text by Philip Roth • Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Monday, April 7, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place."

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Rear Window

Brighton Beach view, circa 1991
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014