Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Unbearbles reading at St. Mark's Bookshop 11/25/2013

Definitely not the Deccan Traps but this will be a stepwise series of postings of fossilized lava beings.
This is the people who held the mic. Subsequent posts will be candid audience shots and a few frankly not so candid

Three Unbearables hosted by Margarita Shalina and emceed by Jim Feast:
Ron Kolm
Yuko Otomo
Steve Dalachinsky










In one of the photos, Steve's holding up a copy of A Superintendent's Eyes and you can see the author picture which was taken by me.


Monday, November 18, 2013

Random Hello No. 1

When you stop something because you think you are done, it's a very different feeling from stopping because you know you're done. A painter daubs the last stroke on a painting and turns away, brush in one hand, a rag or a palette or nothing in the other, her back to the canvas. What's going on in her mind as she steps away? Will she retune in the morning, satisfied until she looks at the work in the morning light flooding through the skylight? Will she look at it with doubt and desire, the fingers of her painting hand twitching to hold a brush? There's some doubt, but she knows she's done. She smiles at it and thinks about her next work.

Will the poet, with a flourish only he can see punctuate what he hopes is the last word of the ultimate line of the final stanza of a verse he's labored over for years, returning to it again and again, a lover who can never satisfy him. It's been published twice but he keeps revising and rewriting. Does he feel somewhere, in the back of his brain, that maybe when he's done, he'll be done?


The same goes for me. Sometimes I'm done, sometimes I'm not sure, and sometimes I know I'm not.

This is only the first batch. These were taken on Avenue A outside the Sidewalk Cafe in the East Village of Manhattan. I was with a friend have ing a drink when these two women sat down nearby. Iasked the woman at the top if I could shoot her tattoos, and then her friend said "you want to shoot mine?" She hiked up her skirt to show me this one. Pretty damn serious. She was one a topless dancer in other cities and got interested when I told her that it is legal for a woman to go around topless in NYC (a special shout out to Holly van Voast for helping the police to acknowledge this.)

 It must've been around Halloween because a bun of costumed superheroes wandered by and I grabbed a couple of shots of them, too.

 The East Village is changing, but I think it always was changing. The only things that don't change are dead.





Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Do cats rule the internet? A few cat photos.

And now, for me, something completely different: cat pictures.

Cat videos are said by some to be the biggest time waster on the internet. This might be true, I don't know, since I don't spend much time watching them. After all, I live with two cats so why would I need to watch other people's cats?



 I adopted them from a shelter when they were about 5 months old. They adapted rather quickly to me - the other one stuck her nose out of the cage, sniffed my hand and confidently crawled into my arms and began purring. This one was a bit tentative but seeing that his sister was okay, followed suit a moment later.


Thirteen years later, they seem pretty happy.





 I occasionally take photos of them, usually because they are doing something so quintessentially feline that their actions - or inactions - call out for a photo or three. So on a sunny Sunday morning, this one opened one eye as I came into the room where he was sleeping, yawned and stretched. There you go.

 








Monday, November 4, 2013

Standard Time Sunday NYC 2013 - Sidewalk Cafe

It was the day the New York State Lottery was worth nothing. It was the first Sunday in November and everywhere people celebrated the return of standard time to the US. Who needs to save daylight? Can you bank it and earn interest on it? Not a chance. By the time Nov. 1 rolls around, people who work for a living are getting up in the dark and going home in the dark. So what's the point? This whole clock changing thing is annoying anyway.

At the Sidewalk Cafe, artists and writers gathered for happy hour like a clots in the carotid artery.

No writers in the photos below, only artists.
Fly

Shalom Neuman, Istvan Kantor
Shalom Neuman, Istvan Kantor
Istvan Kantor, Fly






Sunday, November 3, 2013

Lar Lubovitch Dance Company: As Sleep Befell

As Sleep Befell

As Sleep Befell
Choreography: Lar Lubovitch
Music: Paola Prestini "As Sleep Befell"
Costumes: Reid Bartelme
Lighting: Jack Mehler
Sound: Garth MacAleavey
Conductor: Ransom Wilson

Jonathan E. Alsberry, Anthony Bocconi, Clifton Brown, Tobin Del Cuore, Oliver Greene-Cramer, Reed Luplau

Guest Artists: Helga Davis, vocals and Le Train Bleu



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