Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Tuesday, August 13, 2024
Tuesday, September 12, 2023
Sunday, August 6, 2023
Tuesday, January 17, 2023
MY MLK SONNET
When Martin Luther King is shot I feel the
sudden shift in the atmosphere, like trying to
breathe underwater. It's been three years since
Malcom X’s assassination and my new radical
friends and reading have opened my eyes to the
realities of class in the USA. Malcolm verbally
attacked white folks with impunity, but the
minute he decided it was not about race but
about the poor and the wealthy, BAM! King
spends years fighting racism and despite attempts
on his life and tons of threats seemed invulner-
able, but as soon as he organizes a poor people’s
campaign talking about the haves and have-nots,
BAM! I wonder if the Marxists have it right.
(C) 1968, 2023
Monday, August 15, 2022
Monday, June 27, 2022
Monday, June 20, 2022
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES
It's of its time, and maybe you have to be from that time to be impacted by it the way I am. I was born a few months after Pearl Harbor, and my two oldest brothers were in The Army Air Corps and The Navy at the end of the war, one in Okinawa when the fighting stopped. My two sisters, who were five and seven years older than me, took me with them to the movies most Sunday afternoons (to get us out of the house for our father's weekly nap on his only day off), including to this one.
But even if this film doesn't evoke for you the same kinds of memories it does for me, it can still be admired as classic Hollywood filmmaking. William Wyler's direction is so good (aided exquisitely by Gregg Toland's famous depth of field cinematography), even the briefest scenes and the acting in them resonate. Three of my favorite actors—Myrna Loy, Teresa Wright, and Cathy O'Donnell—give superb performances, while Virginia Mayo and Dana Andrews give their best performances ever (and Frederic March and Harold Russell won Oscars for theirs).
For me, THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES is a perfect film. There, I've said it.
Thursday, August 19, 2021
TBT
I worked every day after school and Saturdays either in the shop (a space no bigger then a walk-in closet) or on people's homes, for "room and board" (which means no pay) so eventually picked up other jobs on weeknights and Sundays. Had a resentment about that up until my 60s. But in this past decade that's faded away, among many others, thankfully.
Saturday, August 14, 2021
Friday, August 6, 2021
Monday, June 28, 2021
Sunday, June 13, 2021
IN THE HEIGHTS
Monday, May 17, 2021
THEN THERE'S THIS
My oldest son, Miles reminded me of this voiceover I did for the trailer to EMPIRE RECORDS. And that you know it's me by the way I pronounce "The Cranberries" i.e. "can-buries"...
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Tuesday, May 4, 2021
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Saturday, February 6, 2021
"BLACK HISTORY" 3
Here's five more "Black writers" that are favorites of mine I missed in my last list:
Jean Toomer's CANE is actually one of my all-time favorite books and I have no idea why that wasn't at the top of my mind when I made the last list.
James Baldwin, of course, his first novel, GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN, and his first essay collection, NOTES OF A NATIVE SON, are what first impacted me as a teenager when they first came out.
August Wilson's plays, all of them, but especially MA RAINEY'S BLACK BOTTOM.
Andrea Lee has been a favorite author since I first read her; I love everything she has written, but if you don't know her work, INTERESTING WOMEN, a collection of her stories is a good introduction.
Mindy Thompson Fullilove is a psychiatrist who studies the psychology of communities and may be best known for her book URBAN ALCHEMY, but every one of her books is worth reading, including her latest, MAIN STREET in which (full disclosure) she quotes some of my poetry.
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
MY HERO (ONE OF THEM)
My niece, Patrice Lally Pniewski, getting the Covid vaccine. Head nurse in the neurosurgery department of a hospital in the Atlanta area, she's the one who saw something physically off in me (we were at another niece's funeral in Maryland) in 2009 and told me to get to a neurologist that led to my brain operation. She has sacrificed much to help others in her years as a nurse.
She's always been one of my personal heroes, along with other nurses and teachers and farmworkers and all those "essential workers" who make it possible for the rest of us to live. They deserve the salaries of the corporate greedheads who mostly make it harder for the ret of us to live.