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On this shortest day and longest night of the year, In this season of gathering and recognizing rebirth,Of rituals and celebration,Into the gradual lengthening of nights and shortening of days,Like the snowflake unhindered, without ill will or enmity upon us,May all beings be happy and equanimous.

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i thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am alive again today,and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birthday of life and love and wings: and of the gaygreat happening illimitably earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeingbreathing

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Walking down E 4th Street, through second-hand smoke outside the Hell's Angels quarters, I remembered the lingering and unbearable odor of burnt flesh and architecture in the aftermath of 9/11. As I came up on Philip Glass' home, I wondered if he was home composing a tribute or score in memory of the devastation and unrelenting flux of life we endured that day. I imagined Chuck Close's painting

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I did this drawing of Jennifer and Magnus on a walk down Old School House Road in the Adirondacks. In the backyard of the old school house, I listened to the rushing creek across the road, and a squeaking tree wavering in the wind. Inside the old school house, I read 'The Adirondacks' (1985 Rizzoli)—a documented account of the photographer Nathan Farb's journey through the state park.In my mind I

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On Mother's Day, Jennifer, Magnus and I saw a painting we liked a lot called "Aspidium, Aspenium, Pteris," (2011), at the Wave Hill Glyndor Gallery by the artist Philip Taaffe. The painting is part of a three-man show called 'Alchemy & Inquiry' Philip Taaffe, Fred Tomaselli, Terry Winters, (through June 19th). We liked the painting so much that we inquired about it at the desk and left our

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In 1970, the year I was born, the Japanese artist On Kawara began sending out a series of telegrams to friends around the world stating the message, "I am still alive." The telegrams were a play on a medium that was most often associated with bad news. A sort of playful text message before it's time, it conveyed some of the casualness found in social networking today. I meant to message friends

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Amid the crying, lack of sleep and all else that comes with a colicky baby, becoming a father has been a grounding experience. I can't explain my appreciation for precious moments — watching the mother and child relationship, the sky changing from daylight to dusk to dark, and realizing the interconnectedness of all things more often then the illusions of individual gain. This morning I read a

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My partner is 40 weeks pregnant. The baby inside of her is as big as a pumpkin. She is due any day now. I feel like I forgot everything I learned in birthing class and I'm still not through reading, The Birth Partner, A Complete Guide to Childbirth for Dads, Doulas and All Other Labor Companions. Anxiety is what to expect when you're expecting. The trick, I think, is not to think too much over

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Labor Day Morning A thinly painted gray skyline over a light blue wash of sky. Distant car horns. Landmark skyscrapers. Burnt umber filled tenement buildings in single brushstrokes. Church bells. Silhouetted water towers. New Yorkers still asleep or out of town. Yellow ochre indicating trees + olive green for leaves. Canary yellow haze. Sun in viewers eyes. Sirens. A pigeon lands beside me. Air

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I watched A SINGLE MAN in bed with my pregnant partner, in our studio apartment the other night. She's 18 weeks in the making, and feeling her feelings. Sometimes when I lay next to her, or spend the day with her, my senses are heightened too. As if I have a closer relationship to nature vis-a-vis her energy. Late in the film, when the protagonist, (Colin Firth's character), quotes Aldous Huxley

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"We are coming nearer to the Summer solstice, the highest day of grace, the highest day when the sun energy, the life force, prevails on this planet.Let this be a day that you leave something behind, some elementary pushing habit, some ego habit, something that keeps you away from your soul, from being victorious. Sit down and asses how much you have gained.May each one of you practice the grace

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UpstateAwaken in brightness to the sound of morning doves, I gazed out the window to see them. All I could make out were pine trees powered by sunshine reflecting off the pond. I noticed insects on the glass, fixed as I was, trying to make sense of the landscape. I studied the bugs for a while from my bed as they roamed around searching for a way out or something. I thought about killing them,

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People lose gloves, inevitably.They drop out of pocket-books and pockets.Between apartments and farmer's markets.Season after season.They're left stranded.Abandoned.Mishandled.Ignored in corners on stairs.In drab backs of cabs,While tipping on fares.At the theater.Near parking meters.Flattened.Trampled.Over man-holes in SoHo.As you know.Lost.Divorced.Independent, relatively speaking.

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I fell out of headstand in yoga class the other day, and rolled over onto the mats of the persons practicing in front of me. I had been nursing a cold and breathing inconsistently through a runny nose. My concentration was challenged, and I uttered "Jesus Christ!" unconsciously as I toppled, and then apologized to the folks I nearly fell on. Embarrassed, I crawled back on my mat and into child's

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by Manuel OraziTutto nasce e muore a Milano, in Italia. Il fascismo è stato un movimento milanese e poi nazionale (e a Milano è morto Mussolini subito dopo la fine della RSI, Repubblica Sociale Italiane). A Milano è nato il boom economico italiano degli anni ’50, a Milano è scoppiato il ’68, le Brigate Rosse negli anni ’70, Bettino Craxi e l’unico Partito Socialista di destra del mondo che apre

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I celebrated Indian summer last Columbus Day weekend in Catskill, NY, making small landscape paintings of barns, trees and rusting leaves.. achieving this one on my iPhone.

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Woman on the Beach, Ditch Plains, Montauk NY

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Greenwich VillageII'm sitting in Father Demo Square where I often stop to write and collect my thoughts. This evening got dark early due to a day that was gray and half rainy. My seat is on one of the dryer benches under a lamppost where my writing hand's shadow is cast across these words. I think about changing my seat but stick to writing. The moment is more important as I jot automatically. I

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(pē'ə-nē) or Paeony,n., pl. -nies,sounds like [pee-uh-nee],drawn from life, 1 any of a genus Paeonia, perennial,showy, often fragrant flower,pink, white, red, yellow in color,with deeply lobed leaves,blooming in late spring/early summer, 2 (from the family Paeoniceae),symbolic flower in traditional Chinese painting,representing riches and honor,3 state flower of Indiana,pencil on paper, 9 by 12

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This is Major Tom to Captain Kirk. Come in, Captain Kirk. The stars look very different today and I've been floating in the most peculiar way. I'm sure you can relate. I'm not a Trekkie but I do follow you on Twitter. I recently saw the new Star Trek, and Chris Pine is no William Shatner. They could have used you, sir. At least as assistant director/captain, or narrator/captain, or assistant

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by Marco FiloniI silenzi non sono tutti uguali. Quello che si diffonde subito dopo il boato del terremoto è diverso da tutti gli altri. Inaspettato. Insopportabile. Scandisce quei minuti interminabili prima delle sirene. E poi c’è la polvere bianca, ovunque. Impregna l’aria: soffoca e non fa respirare. È l’odore del terremoto. Sono momenti senza fine, nei quali vi è l’anestesia dei sensi.

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Daylight savings is a trip. Like being catapulted into flux, Or traveling on a plane while time and temps play tricks. With one hour lost and longer evenings, We believe we're experiencing Spring, two weeks preceding,Or Summer, Or something.

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Since the groundhog emerged and saw it's shadow over a week ago, winter faithfully continued.A black iron squirrel and a pigeon are seated together on a sunny window ledge.I watch them from our bedroom.Poised in the sun, neither of them are moving.They rest among a neighbors collection of rocks and a petrified piece of pale bark.There is dialogue between them, I am sure.It's been a long

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My plane landed on Monday. It got to freezing on Wednesday. Last night, at a friend of a friend's opening of beautiful architectural photographs,another friend said he thought the US Airways jetliner that lost power in both engines and landed safely in the icy Hudson River on Thursday, was a good luck charm. Like a four-leaf clover. "You can feel it in the air," he said, "a sense of good fortune

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About two weeks ago I started Haruki Murakami's new book, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, A Memoir. I finished the book and a series of bird drawings last weekend in Woodstock. Inspired, I went for jogs, hikes and swims. Jennifer and I did some bird watching in the yard. I ran in the narrow shoulder off Rt. 28 where cars sped by infrequently. My eye followed lawns and trees to the

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TODAY..... Showers High 82. Limited sun and road trips due to surging oil prices. Patches of patriotism forming early. Fireworks, hot-dogs, bursts of national pride and optimistic discussions over barbecue about who would be the best candidate for nation-building.TONIGHT..... Rain mixed with inflation Low 69. Scattered flag-waiving.TOMORROW..... HazyHigh 80. A deteriorating economy and

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The magnificent and lamentable family of the nervous is the salt of the earth. It's they and no one else who founded religions and created masterpieces." The above quote, from Proust, rested on a wall in the atelier of the late fashion couturier, Yves Saint Laurent, who died in his apartment last week in Paris at the age of 71. After reading several obituaries on his death, I learned, (mainly

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Scattered pairs of new blue chairs throughout a usual red-orange theme caught my eye the other day, the last of poetry month, when I boarded a Manhattan-bound 1 train at 242nd Street, Van Cortlandt Park. An MTA worker confirmed the seats were brand-new — a test-glimpse of future subway design. Bemused by their incongruity, I made notice as passengers filled them. While reading an article on the

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On Easter, after a movie with Jenny and a week of bronchitis, I opened to a random poem in an E. E. Cummings book. It was a sonnet attributed to death or resurrection, or perhaps Spring. As usual he, (E. E.), used no caps in his syntax, or punctuational innovations. Just free spirit, listing and fantasy. After poems and antibiotics I was joyous, over the fever breathing freely again, drawing

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"Ping Pong Diplomacy" was on the mind’s of members of the NY Philharmonic in Pyongyang, North Korea last week. I watched the historical concert in a rebroadcast on PBS. A grand gesture between the US and a totalitarian regime. An optimistic initiative, indirectly asking their citizens to open their minds toward western culture and democracy. I listened and observed. Amused by the dichotomy

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I sent a text to April when I heard the news. "Heath Ledger Found Dead in His NY Apt!" 4:46:21pm, 01/22/2008. Suddenly it was everywhere. Found naked in his bedroom by his housekeeper and masseuse. Pills strewn about. The making of a suicide in headlines. April and I had discussed In Rainbows. The new album by the band Radiohead who offered their latest CD for download at a

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Past the Cloisters, Yonkers, Saugerties, sumac, Saratoga Springs,On our way to the Adirondacks,Seeing seas of pine trees,Remembering the Diving Bell and the Butterfly,Hearing the leader of the band had died,And Pakistanis crying,Same auld lang syne.

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The day before Thanksgiving I went to the Whitney to view, 'As Far As The Eye Can See,' the 40-year retrospective of the language-based artist Lawrence Weiner, (on view November 15, 2007- February 10, 2008). Full of typographical equations in large wall installations, Weiner’s materials and subject matter are embodied in written phrases and word plays that describe fragments of sculptural and

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A leaf fallsLike a soldier’sLife in a breath—One brushing wind Seeing to it an end,Succumbing to another season,Asking nothing of SummerOr the worth of a war.

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Two Wednesdays ago a moment of surprise came over me at first glance of the newspaper when I learned the Italian filmmaker, Michelangelo Antonioni had died. My astonishment was not because he had passed at 94, but by the timing of his death, being on the same day (Monday, July 30th) as Ingmar Bergman’s, the legendary Swedish auteur. Reading their obituaries side by side seemed coincidentally

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Street Sense took the Kentucky Derby by storm on Saturday rallying from next-to-last in a 20 horse field, in what is known as the fastest two minutes in sports. The two-year old dark bay colt won by 2 and 1/4 lengths while Hard Spun finished second and Curlin came in third. Imawildandcrazyguy was another half-length back in fourth and Sedgefield was fifth. Circular Quay was sixth and Tiago was

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Temperatures yesterday, the day after Earth Day, reached 84º in sunny Central Park, twice as hot as it was two weeks ago. Last week's Nor'easter dropped nearly 8 inches of rain, flooding homes and roadways and canceling over 500 flights in the tri-state area- these being only recent local signs in our eco-system’s decline. Far more revealing statistics were presented by Al Gore in his film 'An

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Do you think it ever occurred to Don Imus that the slanderous shock jock vernacular that made him a popular talk radio personality over the last 36 years, would be his fast ticket for getting booted off the air?In Friday's New York Post, Andy Geller wrote that Kurt Vonnegut, who died last Wednesday from brain injuries endured in a fall, once said, when speaking of nearing the end, that he'd

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A subtle buzz has been stirring surrounding stories of sculptural Jesus’. Last Saturday an exhibition of a life-size chocolate Jesus was cancelled, initially supposed to be on view from April 1st to Easter at a midtown gallery here in Manhattan. Just a few days ago a papier maché messiah created by a student at the Art Institute of Chicago went on view in a downtown gallery in Chicago. The work

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Long before Jackass The Movies, there was Late Night With David Letterman's Calvert DeForest, aka Larry 'Bud' Melman. The actor who passed away Monday at the age of 86, lent himself to cockamamie antics functioning as Letterman's walk in guinea pig. A cult hit in the 80's, some of DeForest's memorable performances include when he approached commuters at the Port Authority Bus Terminal and, while

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Spring is the south wind in, mingling with the north one.Leaving flowering youth, bloom, growth and longer afternoons.

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Controversy in California schools has called for Oxford University Press to recall printing of a 7th grade text book and remove from it, a portrait. "An Age of Voyages: 1350-1600," depicts a wrong likeness of the Sikh prophet, Guru Nanak Dev, (1469-1538), a man revered by Punjabi Hindus and Sahadjhari Sindhis. The book portrays the guru wearing a crown with a beard trimmed in the style of a

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Marvel Comics released the death of Captain America yesterday, in the comic book's most recent issue, #25. Debuting in March 1941, the character was created as an adversary to Adolf Hitler. A super soldier in his day, America's old-fashioned patriotism seems unfit in the country's current state of war at hand. Instead, Marvel is making way for, 'The Rise of the Silver Surfer,' implementing one

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In a classic white 'smoking' and in an electrifying tribute to the late great James Brown at the 2007 Grammy Awards, Christina Aguilera sang, "This is a man's man's world, but It wouldn't be nothing without a woman or a girl."

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Just over a week ago, Brazilians were celebrating, 'Carnaval,' a national week-long celebration held 40 days before Easter marking the start of Lent. Today, well into Lent, practicing Roman Catholics, which constitutes the majority in Brazil, are abstaining from bodily pleasures, until April 8th at which time they will celebrate the resurrection of Christ.

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This week, New York designers showed their fall fashions, of which some popular looks consisted of abbreviated jackets and cascading dresses, as seen here by BCBG.

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An outwardly interested guy had approached me in the locker room one recent evening at the gym. I had noticed him on previous occasions checking me out. In an Italian accent he asked me what kind of athlete I was and went on to elaborate on how he admired my muscle tone. I smiled and thanked him for the compliment as I continued dressing. Through enduring a lot of small talk, I understand Giacomo

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