Monday, May 31, 2021

MAYBE MY FAVORITE QUOTE OF ALL (FOR WALT WHITMAN'S BIRTHDAY)

"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and the crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body..."

—Walt Whitman (from the preface to the 1855 edition of LEAVES OF GRASS)

I was three when WWII ended and my two oldest brothers, Tommy and Buddy still teenagers, were serving in the military. Both were "reed men"—they played clarinet and saxophone in swing bands. Tommy in The Army Airs Corps where the plane he was part of the crew for scheduled to bomb Berlin, never left the states as the war in Europe ended first. Buddy was on Okinawa behind the lines where he still saw and experienced death and destruction. Their return after the war was a joyous occasion. By four I was playing piano like my sisters (between my brothers and me) and by five could play this song on the keys, from one of my favorite records that most called to mind those brothers, and still does. (Glen Miller never made it back from that war.)  

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Sunday, May 30, 2021

JUST A REMINDER [VARIATION ON AN OLD THEME OF MINE]

Memorial Day commemorates those who died while serving in the military in wartime. Although many in my extended clan served in the armed forces, including me and my three older brothers who served in wartime, only one relative and only a few friends have died in the service during wartime. I honor them on this Memorial Day weekend.


But since, as has been pointed out, more people have died in civilian gun violence in the USA than in the ongoing wars our military has been fighting since its inception, I feel that there should also be a memorial day set aside for all the victims of gun violence at home here in the states, including members of the police, and the victims of police violence.

Friday, May 28, 2021

WE THOUGHT THEY'D NEVER END

 
One of my longtime closest friends, Karen Allen, and me taking a break from dancing at The Ritz on E. 11th in NYC c. 1979, shot by the longtime friend who introduced us in DC in 1972, Bobby Miller.

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

POEM ON MY 79TH BIRTHDAY

 IN MY LIFE


I’ve been


heterosexual

homosexual

bisexual

tri-sexual

pansexual

transsexual

multisexual

omnisexual

prosexual

antisexual

hypersexual

unisexual

unsexual

sosexual

ausexual

protosexual

neurosexual

socialsexual

spiritualsexual

emosexual

psychosexual

selfsexual

fantasysexual

photosexual

butchsexual

femmesexual

genderbendingsexual

joysexual

sadsexual

lolsexual

sobsexual

morningsexual

nightsexual

daytimesexual

memorysexual

nostalgicsexual

notnostalgicsexual

sensualsexual

poetsexual

actorsexual

moviesexual

modelsexual

privatesexual

publicsexual

computersexual

phonesexual

polymorphousperversesexual

pagesexual

screensexual

oldsexual

youngsexual

hardsexual

softsexual

toughsexual

gentlesexual

permasexual

avantsexual

radsexual

theshitsexual

sunsexual

moonsexual

starsexual

superstarsexual

ultrasexual

egosexual

selflesssexual

godsexual

peoplesexual

mesexual

shesexual

hesexual

theysexual

themsexual

queersexual

realsexual


it’s complicated



(C) 2021 Michael Lally

Saturday, May 22, 2021

CUZ

When I was a boy, four cousins lived next door to us in a house that was the mirror image of ours and inexplicably had two side windows facing each each other a few feet apart. On holidays they'd put planks across to pass food between them, and on winter days when my cousin Marylynn, close in age to me, and I were home sick we'd spend hours communicating in sign language through the closed windows. I've lost my facility for that but remember those days fondly and still feel close to her though we rarely see each other. Here's a story about a recent award she won and a photo of me (in hat, my Easter outfit paid for by a large paper route ) and her (next to me) and her sister RuthAnn and late brother David when we were all in grammar school c. 1955. 




Thursday, May 20, 2021

RANDOM PORTAITS

 
Still from the movie, THE NESTING (AKA MASSACRE MANSION) 1979

sweet portrait taken by the great Bobby Miller, I think in the '80s when I was in my forties

Can't remember who took this photo in 2018 or '19, in my pre-Covid seventies

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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Sunday, May 16, 2021

RAIN

I'm on a photograph kick here lately, so here's another one of composer Rain Worthington, one of the loves of my life I've written many poems to and about, and I think it may have been taken by me back in the 1970s when we were living together in NYC. Mailed out as a postcard notice of her first big concert.


Friday, May 14, 2021

BROTHERS

Thinking of my brothers today for some reason. There were two sisters and another brother who died as an infant between these three—Tommy (later Father Campion), Buddy aka Jimmy, and Robert aka William—and me, all three long gone. Here's photos of them with our father c.1932, with me c. 1950, with me (in uniform) and them and out parents c.1962, and with me and them and Buddy's Volkswagon van c. 1966.



Thursday, May 13, 2021

NON-FICTION WRITER FRIENDS

 

Me and dear friend Mindy Thompson Fullilove, c. 2016, author of many great books about the psychology of communities, the latest of which (and, full disclosure, I am quoted in) is MAIN STREET:How a City's Heart Connects Us All.

Nadia Owusu, newer dear friend and me c. 2019 after a reading we did and where we met, at Pace. Her book, AFTERSHOCKS: A Memoir, which officially came out this year, is a must read.

Sunday, May 9, 2021

A REPOST FROM 2019, STILL APPLIES

 
This has always been my favorite photo of my mom, taken in the 1920s before I knew her (I came along in 1942, the last of a brood that began n 1926 the year after she and my father married), but the same eyes I still see in my mind when I think of her, and she passed in 1966, on Mother's Day (or the night before) the way I remember it.  I had been away in the military for the previous four years so never really got to talk to her as an adult, the way I later wished I had. So many questions left unanswered and things left unsaid. But from my side, I still talk to her in my head.

Saturday, May 8, 2021

ANOTHER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD LIST

TEN FAVORITE MOVIE MOTHERS

Jane Darwell in GRAPES OF WRATH

Greer Garson in MRS. MINIVER

Myrna Loy in THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES

Mary Astor in LITTLE WOMEN (1949)

Irene Dunne in I REMEMBER MAMA

Juanita Moore in IMITATION OF LIFE

Alfre Woodard in CROOKLYN

Fionulla Flanagan in SOME MOTHER'S SON

Viola Davis in FENCES

Keng Hua Tan in CRAZY RICH ASIANS

Thursday, May 6, 2021

FRIENDS

 
longtime fried, novelist and short storyist, Jane DeLynn (gesturing) with my (then only) son Miles, who I was single parenting, me (am I holding Jane's DON JUAN IN THE VILLAGE?), and loft mate and one of the loves of my life, composer (and ex-sculptor and artist) Rain Worthington c. 1979, Duane Street NYC

actor/poet/martial arts contender, Ty Granderson Jones, dancer/singer/actor Vida Vierra, me with skinny tie and skinny soul patch, actor/poet Dennis Christopher, and actor/performer/chanteuse/poet Lisa Thayer, all old friends (and castmates from the 1983 LA stage premiere of BALM IN GILEAD) at Beyond Baroque in Venice CA 2018 


Wednesday, May 5, 2021

OLD FAVORITE '60s QUOTE

 "We want to create a world in which love is more more possible."  —Carl Ogelsby (early SDS leader)

Sunday, May 2, 2021

BIRTHDAYS

 

My birthday is later this month and this photo popped up of my 60th birthday party in 2002, only eight months after a cancer operation, so simply grateful to be alive with my youngest son Flynn, four, and his mother, Jaina.

Saturday, May 1, 2021

JOHNNY CRAWFORD R.I.P.

Not long after I moved to LA in 1982, Landford Wilson's play BALM IN GILEAD had its LA premiere. I missed it, but soon after was asked to replace Johnny Crawford as John The Counterman in the drama. I don't remember why, maybe he got a better paying gig, but I spent several nights watching the play so I could blend in initially with the rest of the cast before a bit at a time making the character mine.

I remembered Crawford from his most famous (and Emmy nominated) role, playing Chuck Connor's kid on the 1950s popular TV show THE RIFLEMAN. In the days before the transition to me in the play, I spent some time with him and he was as sweet and kind as you would expect. I never ran into him again, but never forgot him and am sad to learn that he passed, another victim of Covid-19. Condolences to his family and many fans.