17-01-05 First Cold Night of 2017

Has put me in mind of warmer times…

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Karaoke on Coney Island. She sang “You Don’t Own Me.” Every woman over 30 in the audience sang along.

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The nuns weren’t actually singing in Brooklyn Bridge Park but who could resist?

 

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12-29-14 The Year Is Bubbling Away

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air,

They fly so high,

Nearly reach the sky,

Then like my dreams,

They fade and die

.Fortune’s always hiding,

I’ve looked everywhere,

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles in the air.

John Kellette & Jaan Kenbrovin

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9-3-12 We Are Labor Day People – (The River Edition)

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio

then are dreamt of in your philosophy

For a number of reasons I have been thinking about artists (in the broadest sense): who they are; what they do; and who gets to say they are artists. Does each individual get to say “I am an artist”  or is that really reserved for…the audience? the critics?, the scholars?

Naturally, sooner or later, such thoughts take me to Shakespeare. Some people may say they have no idea who he was – I think he was William Shakespeare, but that is a conversation for another day – but just about everyone seems to agree that he was the greatest artist who has ever worked in the English language.

The quote above is from Hamlet.  Once upon a time it was my favorite of the tragedies and of all his plays but as I got older that position was taken by King Lear and now the favorite tragedy would be Macbeth and the favorite play…perhaps Macbeth, perhaps The Tempest, perhaps Twelfth Night but for pure wordsmithery I have believed for many years nothing beats Mercutio‘s Queen Mab speech (for a good time follow the link) from Romeo and Juliet. There is a reason young actors ALL seem to use it in auditions.

None of the above has anything to do with the river or Labor Day except perhaps the variety of life that Shakespeare shows to us…

5-6-11 Spring May Truly Be Here

So many people were out on the river today. Mom’s/Dad’s jogging their babies, people jogging their dogs, couples looking new/old and enraptured, groups of friends walking, many people gathered around the hawk’s nest, lots of people at the Boat Basin working on their boats, and a lot of people playing their instruments. I have pictures of all of them but this young guy was the most interesting to me because of his focus  He was writing a song and nothing was going to interrupt him.