Home for the day

another world

When fog lays low upon ground
tide picks up motion
tugboat angling barge
around hook of bay gates
ocean seas beyond
voices audio in the air
this task not easy
as the night begins to unfold

3 swans swim over
looking for me I think
but I have nothing but comfort
now to offer,
lone fishermen joke pier above
but now I need to break
from dense wall of moistened air

from window view
alien atmospheres roll in across
waters edge, giving sway
downpour, then balmy wind
it brings it all to a sleepy end

by TZ

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It's 4am teezee




It's 4 am lights dot zigzag boardwalk out past building sight
wind and tide breathe in and out
somewhere birdies sometimes perch in the dark
on the rocks meditating, some off stage nestled somewhere
against some dark underbrush, gentle underneath
man made pier forgotten shanty wood retreat

will it rain tomorrow, not sure
in the 60's they say
each night I tell myself all night
that today is the day that I'll begin again
strut up and down that walk
with music and camera
by my side

so far I've yet to return to that starting point
but with pc back, I've got my tablet
for times like this
at 4 am
when the lights dot zigzag out
ocean beach front shores
and yet
staten island is always there
swathed distant darkened fog
hope to see you soon mike
I hope to see you soon

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2:54am


it's raining out
hey man on the beach
what's he doing there
now on the rocks
water levels receded nearly past
the dock

but right now i'm having trouble staying on the page
tv 3d movie floats cartoonish
stomach growls flushing noises
I know I have an oncoming problem there
thanks brookhaven

said hello dougal
today, she actual was civil back
she had to be she was in a public place
I think?
She could have said nothing
and ignored me

digested turkey burger growls at me
shaking loose cobweb bowels
it felt good walking in the prerain today,
I need to walk more
and more

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Further observations on Swans and Seagulls

it does appear that some of the swans seem to acknowledge my presence, or maybe it's the bag with a coffee and a danish in my hand that alerts them,”possible eats over here”, I have become adept at flinging bits of food at angles that drop in front of either the swans or the seagulls, I'm not fond of the pigeons, who at the hint of food, blanket the beach, so I wait it out till they leave, so I can fling some more stuff to the swans, but the pigeons are
clever, they don't merely fly off, they fly off to high vantage points on the building ready to swoop down at any sign of food, so I've got to wait in between waves of them to entertain the swanees who seem to understand, and the seagulls usually concur, one of them makes the same kind of noise each day like an old jewish yentah, and then others clear their throats with overally dramatic calls, that seem to be designed to garnish some attention, it was amusing the other morning, I was having coffee, wondering where the swanees were, when all of a sudden, I notice a dozen or so long white question marks bobbing up and down in the water on the otherside of the bay, swimming across to me, not that this has anything to do with wellness, lovelina, mike, or brookhaven, but I thought you'd like to know, teezee

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An excerpt from James Michener's “The Source”




This final exchange took place one night as Schwartz lingered at
the table to listen, and when the conflicting points of view were
neatly tied into gentlemanly packages, as in a formal debate be-
tween men dressed in black ties, he startled the group by voicing
the hard truth of the matter they had been discussing: "You talk
as if the future were going to be like the past. It's all changed,
Zodman. You live in, a much different world. So do you, Eliav."
"What do you mean?" Zodman asked.
"Just this. A couple of years ago a lot of synagogues were
bombed in Florida. Remember?"
"What has Florida to do with me?"
"And it looked as if a strong anti-Sernitic wave was beginning.
My group here in Israel followed it very closely. And it may
shock you to know that if those bombings bad continued one
more week we were prepared to smuggle armed volunteers into







Florida. To train the local Jews. And to shoot it out ... for
keeps.,,
Zodman gulped. Cullinane leaned forward to ask, "You were
going to invade Florida?"
"Why not? Germany killed six million Jews and the world has
never stopped asking, 'Why didn't somebody fight back?"' He
rubbed his forearms and for the first time Cullinane saw that
each had been badly broken. "I fought back. So did a lot of
others. They're mostly dead now. But if the good people of
Miami, or Quebec, or Bordeaux decide some day to liquidate
their Jews, I personally shall appear in that city to fight back
again.,,
A shocked hush fell over the room as Zodman and Cullinane
tried to apply this challenge to America, but they were unable to
do so because Schwartz was speaking: "You won't fight back,
Zodman, because your kind never does. You didn't in Berlin or
Amsterdam or Paris. And you won't either, Cullinane. You'll
pray and you'll issue most moving statements and you'll regret the
whole mess, but you won't raise a finger. And Eliav as a trained
seal of the government will announce, 'The responsible nations of
the world really must do something,' but he won't have a clue as
to what." With contempt Schwartz looked at the three men and
said, "But no one will ever again have to ask, 'Why didn't the
Jews do something?' Because my group will be doing just that."
He moved to Zodman and said, "So when trouble starts in
Chicago and you're positive it will go away if Jews keep the
governor and the chief of police happy, nobody expects you to
do anything, Zodman. All we ask is this. If in that time of trouble
you see me on the street and you realize that I have come over
from Israel to lead the Jewish resistance, don't betray me. Look
the other way and pass on in silence. Because I shall be there to
save you.'
He nodded brusquely to the three men and left the discussion, a
hard-disciplined man who cultivated an unemotional view of the
contemporary world. He was a man whom Cullinane had grown
to respect and actually to like, a tough-minded man who stood
ready to take on the whole Christian church, the united Arabs,
the diffident Jews of Florida, the vacillating Gentiles and anyone
else who wanted to break into the act. It was reassuring to know
that such men populated the new Israel, and Cullinane offered a
benediction to Schwartz's self-contained arrogance: "If you can
harness his courage, Eliav, you'll build a great land here."

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In case your wondering by TZ

To live by the sea an occasional wander
inland yonder busline 5 towns thru southern, rosedale rochdale linden boulevard
Jamaica Avenue last stop

Q5 down Merrick,
further signs of way back when, this is the same bus I got on when
I walked out of the house on a saturday morning
and wouldn't walk that straight line
straight to the house of prayer
by myself

the people all around me
they don't know that's where I began
no color, just what I know
on the tv, a man with a hat on his head
he looks like a giant chess piece, people say I'm the same as him
but I'm not doing it right I'm not playing the game
way it was layed down by the mothers and fathers of women and men

so I'm now at this spread out mall
some are dressed up, some are not,
on the way back again, like a bicycle light
that won't shut off, I sit there
amongst others
trying to ride laying low peacefully
the bus stops at corner
some young guys see me in the window
my cover's blown
one stares at me like that time
back in briarwood
that room in the basement
with the cats and racoons
that looked at me thru the window sill
my glassy white lite bicycle stare
easy to spot from over there

just wondering what they see when they
see me here
riding the same way
thru the same path on the same day
sometimes back and forth

yet I now live by the sea so for now
this how it's got to be

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A recollection of Basketball Dreams and other stuff by TZ

Now at the not so ripe age of 48, I realize that I actually do have some sports stories up my sleeve.
When I was seven years old, I began attending a sleepaway camp in Connecticut, that was run by an owner who was good friends with an NBA agent.

The result of this was that several NBA stars of the day actually visited our camp. One of the earliest visits that I can recollect, was of a pair of twins who played in the NBA who were not on the same team
but they both were of mid-level caliber, not superstar material. This was the Van Arsdale Brothers, Tom and Dick Van Arsdale. They were both good looking well built guys who were about 6 foot 5 inches tall, Dick played for the Phoenix Suns, and Tom played for the Atlanta Hawks. Now in my short
lifetime, I had never seen a pair of Adult twins before. The Van Arsdale Brothers were giving the men and boys a clinic and asked if anyone had any questions. I raised my seven year old hand and asked,”Are you two Brothers?” The crowd laughed in amazement. This question was to go down in the annuls of camp folklore history and follow me throughout my several summers at this camp.

One of the great stars of the day, Oscar Robertson came for a visit. The Big O gave us a Basketball clinic, He began by reading the name on the ball, it was autographed by a bench player on the New York Knicks a the time, named Cazzie Russell, a college star of some note back then. Oscar asked us if Cazzie's name should be on the ball, everyone said, “YES!!”. I yelled out, “NO!!” Oscar called me out and told me that he liked that I wasn't afraid to speak my mind. One guy who really impressed me when I was a little bit older was Nate “Tiny” Archibald. Here was a basketball great who had a body that was built for the game. Not being a big guy, Tiny could dominate a game like no other guard. He brought a mix of Big O and playground skills to the court which was unstoppable when he was healthy. There was this one moment in the 1976 NBA Allstar game which I'll never forget, for those of you who don't know the terminology, a fastbreak in basketball is when several offensive players on the same team are heading fast down the length of the basketball court and have gained the edge of speed over the defense, a well executed fast break often results in an easy hoop, or score, again, for those who don't know the terms. Tiny was leading a break full throttle down the court during allstar game, when all of sudden he whips a pass between his legs to a man down court. This was such an astonishing play, to date I've never seen, nor heard of anything like it being repeated, except maybe in a playground somewhere.

My Basketball Hero was and still is Dr J, Julius Erving. When he was in the ABA he did things with a basketball that no one had done since Connie Hawkins. I was too young to see Connie Hawkins in his prime so I can't make the comparison. Dr. J led the Nets to 2 ABA championships. I was actually there in Nassau Colosseum for both final games of each championship series. In one of them the Nets were down by around 15 points in the 3rd quarter then all of a sudden Dr J and one of the Net guards, John Williamson, got red hot, and destroyed the opposition. By mid-4th quarter the Nets were up by 10 points and soaring from that point. But that doesn't begin to describe the ballet in hoop space that was Dr J. When most players went up for rebounds Dr J came down from antigravity to get one. Dr J went on to the NBA and years later there was Michael Jordon, and now there's Kobe Bryant, and that guy in Cleveland.

nuphotostuff

wish you could get a pass

nuphotoblogstuff

the latest from my favorite comic strip

a nother poem!

In Response to Your Words on My Wall by TZ

In a trance like state I began my child
Take orders without meaning to
Learning to lean which way without wanting to
I didn’t realize I was growing up not right

Not the way it seemed my brother was
Or my father my mother, aunts, uncles, cousins
And whomever before me, they all seemed to know
What to do which way to cross the street
How to tie their shoes, but not me
I didn’t know that I should have already known
Those things

I didn’t know that I was a certain color
A race a religion, a point of origion, until my mother
Told me to walk down the street in a straight line
Until I got to the house of worship
And stay there until services were over

And because I realized that no one was following me
On that straight line down the street
I thought, no one is watching me
I can go where I want for a few hours
And then go home, and none will be wiser

When I began to cut school cause I didn’t like
The class I was in, the kids I was with, the label that was put on me,
It was when I came back
I was no longer the same color, the same type,
I was someone who had broke the rules
Someone who had gone over the wall
Outside the rhythm of things,

It is from these beginnings I sprang and journeyed many rivers
Through life’s water, one of the truths I know
Life and universe through death and infinity beyond
Are long learnings of light and existence
Of many scores of beings from swans
To that man in the elevator
And the way the bay shimmers in the sun
At a certain time of day
All there for the eye to see
It is the beauty of the eternal infinity
Of the universe from within and without
For you and for me

here's some more text

An alternative to food addiction but
Not necessarily the right one by Tz

Why did I do, Let the genie out of the box
In a place like this
Confined space only patio stare upwards dark of nite
Needed to find a piece of mind
A way to let this car go off the map, For a little while

I'm getting out of here, Got a new place now
Will be moving on soon it seems
No longer camera surveys, cookie raids
6th floor shots distant sunsets fadeaway

decided I needed payment, bhuya's nightly transport back to her room
a couple of grahams will do, return dayroom coffee equal milk just
right
stir open window just a crack, listen john robert such discuss
matters serious in tatters

lastnite, there I was on that acid beach again
only this time it wasn't acid
it was dex, but it sure felt like acid,
when it began there I was here in front of this screen
then I had to get down to the 2nd floor dayroom
I listened to John and Roy Tennis matched banter back and forth
A little while, then I put myself In that table in that corner
Crack open window put on music

Gliding out there for a while I stayed until strong enough
To get to my room and to bed To ly down by fan glare at tv
Perchance to fall asleep
Which I did

some recent photogs

Hey everybody here's Eleanor's Mother!

stuff for next exhibition

More stuff for new exhibit

       

Here's some stuff for my next exhibition

       

New Poem for Wellness Paper

Nights like this by Tz


And then there are nights like this
Ocean and fog with buildings disappeared
Alone in the dark of neon TV light fan rumbling
DVD blaring, typing by chance Calibri (body)
Boardwalks beckon unearthly half circular ribbons
To the right of the dark misty blackness

In Brookhaven you’re safe for now
Nothing comes to call no Flying Dutchman
No Ahab and his Moby whale

Safe to render safe dreams of sleeker days
In healthier body’s, somewhere else besides
The four walls of there it seems for now

But I’ll keep watch for you
Just in case
Something should beckon
Or come ashore
And ask for truth
Or for any of you, sleep tight for now

heres some more no pass stuff and one sunrise highway stuff from when I had passes

stuff taken in house without passes