Cosmic revenge, a moral angst... indeed Cheetah. It would take away Joe E. Brown’s a comic genuis’s breathe away....the ghosts of the Dodgers into their migration.... their “ Ebbets Field” voodoo” haunting the basin’s semi tropical trappings...
Chavez Ravine, bumper to bumper traffic smog......
“Indeed Cheetah, it’s a jungle out there”, said Joe E Brown in the guise of a loinclothed ape man
grapevine..
Scanning the landscape for those vaunted heroes that made his dream come alive....viable at
Ucla’s Joe E Brown Field .,the skipper in “Some like it hot”. Gunning his motor boat’s line.
“I’m a man says Jack Lemmon.
“Well, nobody’s perfect.”retorts Joe E. Brown
II
Traipsing those heroics.....Pee Wee. Pistol Pete crashing into the right or was it the left field center field wall below Abe Stark’s clothing sign...
Fat Freddy Leo the Lip, Cookie Lavagetto Dolph Camili Babe Phelps VVan Lingle Mungo Ducky Medwick Preacher Roe Curt Davis Augie Galan Frenchy Bordagaray Waner breothers (Paul&Lloyd) Whitlow Wyatt Kirby Higbe coaches Charley Dressen Clyde Sukeforth.....
Bobby Bragan Hal Gregg Rex Barney Cal Abrams Al Gionfrido Billy Cox Arky Pete Coscarot
George Shuba Spider Jorgensen Don Zimmer....
Red Barber in his ”catbird seat”, Hilda and her rag timers Gladys Gooding at the organ.. the knothole kids in their 55 cents bleacher rows....... Larry McPhail, the owner, counting the take.
“Awesome unbelievable...
“God has the last word.”
III
Ucla’s Jackie Robinson breaking the color line, his hand eye coordinaion beguiling his grandparent’s slave ridden heritage. A four sport letterman ., sliding home in a squeeze bunt, the steal’s dust swirling over the reality scene.
Mickey Owen’s passed ball, Ed Head Don Sutton Campy behnd the plate..Joe Black Don Newcombe Pafko.....Billy Herman, Eddie Miksis Howie Schultz (a Celtic hoopster), Vito Tamles.... Burt Shotten La Sorta.
The Gas House Gang of Branch Rickey...Stan the Man
Musial Terry Moore Enos “Country” Slaughter “Pepper” Martin the Cooper brothers Marty Marion Whitey Kurowski Creepy Crespie Howie Pollet Johnny Mize at first...(“Big Jahn”)
Max Lanier....
Meanwhile back at the office Montae&Court Streets, Branch Rickey the guiding partner
(O’Malley and his father in law wearing his Judge’s robes a block away) put his hand on Jackie Robinson’s shoulder...
”Bite your tongue. Hold your fire, Mister Robinson. This isn’t Montreal. Ucla. Bigotry prevailss
among ballplayers.. Don’t let the barbs cause any wounds. Continue your aggressiveness Your resume when you were at Pasadena City College Ucla...”
“We’re not here to smoke history. Winning games.... toward the National League pennant. A World Series. That’s our modus operandi.. Be patient, Mister Robinson... .
IV
“Clem Labine, Hugh Casey in the bullpen Sandy Koufax, *Don Drysadale, Maury Wills Steve Garvey Sandy Amoros..... Gil Hodges at first Casey Stengel retired to his bank..Glendale,California..*Drysdale on hearing Koufax pitched a no hitter...”Did he win?”
Carl Oiskine Ralph Branca on the mound. O’Malley now the honcho in those Montegue*Court street reality scene, his father in law wearing his Judge’s robe at the across the street Surrogates Court.....
Calibrating transition to Chavez Ravine in the thinking apparatax....Carl Furillo the Duke many of our heroes guarded in relocating....tentative&doubtful without a passport.
V
Rousseau and Diderot “Tale of two cioties” by Dickens becomes clear in retrospect.. A moral travesty A spaced out trajectory going down the freeway. Illusions of grandeur delusions of grandeur as the O’Malleys sold ther franchise to Fox and the Murdoch” johns..”
Subsequently in trhe rough and tumble Gene Autry Anaheim Angels turf they sold out their souls to the current beleaguered moneyed tycoon.Frank McCourt.... cast in the outfield., East Los Angeles, the barrio East Los Angeles the Mojave desert 29 Palms Rancho Mirage Palm Springs beyond..Nevada and Las Vegas.
The Dodger owner embroiled in a heated divorce , his ex’s legal eagles holding the team as a bailment to their client’s community property.
The owner pleading with baseball’s founding fathers to support his coffers...
The commissioner did just hat... selling out the American past time? The public trust.?
VI
The scenario smacks ofd cronyism and insider trading. “The volice of America” condemns the archaic thinking because the game deserves Judge Labdis’s state of mind,open to a fresh look
for the fans and the age of enlightenment...the information highway.
Right Cheetah?
High school students are tuned out..one out of a class of 5o has ever been to the ball park.
A predestined disaster that seems to be an epiphany.
Joe E Brown’s motor launch crashing the shoals.............
Dangerous sharks, indeed Cheetah!
VII
No real life heroes except among the “ibyan rebs”... Senator from Arizona. Major League baseball supporting the myth..perpetuating the fantasy by tolerating the divorcee’s hi jinks in usurping a franchise that bespeaks the American Dream.
Only a myth, indeed. An asset gobbled up like in Las Vegas faro.
The sellout calls for estoppel, restoring faith in the game’s integrity..not to be interperated the Black Sox betting scandal nine decades earlier.
Burt Lancaster’s “Field of dreams”
VIII
Cosmic revenge playng out.....Bring the Dodgers back to whence they came....the tragedy playing out in the L.A. basin where the only dreams are on the studio screens..
Joe E. Brown’s “Alibi Ike”(Ring Lardner) in the role of an pitcher who falls in love with the team owner’s daughter, Olivia deHaviland, the plot as his “Some like it hot” shattering the dilemma between the sexes..
Right, Cheetah?
Right.
IX
“Restore the game’s integrity. The American past time..... our heroes....
Cosmic revenge playing out.
Jackie Robinson Junior High at the intersection of Jackie Robinson Boulevard and Joe E Brown field .... 3000 miles across North America .. April 28, 2011
Little did John Farrow directing his wife MaureenOSullivan
Little did John Farrow directing his wife MaureenOSullivan”, “Tarzan escapes” and Pope Pius XI’s Knight of the Holy Sepulchre, have the clairvoyance ... his gifted Hollywood bred
daughter Mia’s mojo deservedly, from the University of Connecticut’s Board of Trustees.
A commencement addreess at the school for performing arts May 9th. Not that it wasn’t a scarce penny to have coach John Calhoun and his Kemba Walker of the Bronx and an Apollo theater talent dominate the NCAA March Madness, Walker entering the NBA draft. ..after three years
matriculating for his recognition. (take it for what itis worth from a Storrs appointed philosopher... Hartford&Waterbury branches)
But Mia Farrow’s nature...her own spiritual quest in many ways. Didn’t she and her
sister Priscilla, make the “hirdy gurdy”to Tibet with the Beatles (Harrison Lennon) a nirvana with Marashishi Mahesh as her garu........
Yet what does that viajo have to do with the Mia Farrow, the actress, and scion of the family playing out their connections for the ordinary and mundane life that
Aaron Copeland’s “common man” is playing out.....
Did Queen Elizabeth invite Mia to trhe nuptials next week at Westminister Abbey.Surely her credentials are beyond credibility. Her grandfather into the pedigree. A Lord in his day. A barrister by his powdered wig.,the family planting their roots in Austrailia.
IV
When “Woody Allen” replicated his “Annie Hall” Diane Keaton with Frank Sinotra’s ex,,,Andre Previn’s frau, did his “I’ll never write a funny movie again” did his consciousness grasp the implications for a kid schooled in Yeshiva..... “sprechen” Yiddish.. raised on the lower East side, living on Avenue K and 14th Street in Flatbush,... a block from Stanley Kubrick’s “Space Odyssey”(Kubrick’s supermarket) attending Midwood High School...NYU... CUNY know better....
Mid Farrow’s trappings were part and parcel of his own divinity.
Admiringly he didn’t know what he was doing at Dorothy Chandler’s pavilion Puccini’s “Giccoi Schicci” As Seymour Konigsberg- a work in progress- like all of the voodoo into our mad cap cosmos of “What’s new pussycat?” “Everything you wanted to know abou tsex (but were afraid to ask)
V
Everything being relative, mister Konigsbery-Allen submerged himself into his ouvre...schtick with Max Liebvman’s “Show of shows”.
Sculpting jokes for Sid Caesar, Imogene Coco, Carl
Reiner Howie Morris..screening dialects... indiscreet camp......
long before Colonel Khadafi emerged in his Libvyan garb......
Tthe outlandish maneuvers our revolving planet takes.....
hedge funds... derivatives.. bankruptcies foreclosures unemployment.. the normal ways of doing business was becoming extinct
Unconventional thinking depending on how you look at it.
So “Hannah and her sisters” was de facto Mia Farrow and her transcendental vision and her
alliance with Simone de Beauvoir’s “Second Sex”
No “Second Sex” here.,Cheetah!
“Right Jane?” (Maureen O’Sullivan) as Tarzan (Johnny Weismuller) garbed in his loincloth presses the drapes aside in their uppity African love nest.
“There’s a jungle out there, Jane.”
Cheetah cutting an apish figure, stripping a banana, hius ape like lechers counting his calories but not aggressively delving into his master’s psyche....nor for that matter Jane’s less complicated one.
He was too smart an ape to go that way. Wasn’t it enough for the genome...the genetic coe to
spell out the similarities and differences in the networking of humans and their appearances
thru the ages...
VI
So Seymour Konigsberg aka Woody Allen pressed his luck...a role as a licorice stick auteur a funny man living with a 30 year neurosis, his witch doctor moonshing those 3 decades of love hate relationships. discarding layers of scathing flesh.
A redundancybase? Was Seymour- Woody identifying with Ingmar Bergman? La Dolche Vita’s Fellini?
A renaissance man on a Leo Tolstoy wave length...his yearning need... capturing visions: images dialogue of Charlie Chaplin in futuro. A father figure to Mia Farrow’s adopted Korean daughter Soon-Yie Previn.,his third wife....
VII
“
Broadway Danny Rose” yields a nostalgic utopia at the Kent theater on Coney Island Avenue and ‘H’, two blocks away from Woody’s turf on Avenue K.and 14th Street two blocks from the BMT subway and Wingate (Midwood) Field where Murray Eisenstadt’s tennis teams practiced...
Here at the Kent he earned his legacy, casting Morty Gunty as an groovy insider (Morty lived on Avenue H near Ocean Parkway) a Borscht Belt comic and secondary teacher playing out
the role of a substitute teacher...
He later appeared wan and pale at the Sunset Strip’s M ocambo .,exiting soon thereafter from
the mileau we shared as students at P.S. 217 and Midwood High School.
.
VIII
“The purple road to Cairo” had no pretensions and was n’t as autobiographical...but again as the Lajos Egri disciple claimed “He no longer wanted to make funny films”
An endangered species..Indeed Cheetah...... Ernest Lubitsch Greta Garbo Melvyn Douglas
Billy Wilder shedding tears in their retirement.
Mentor Egri in his Brentwood salon boasted of fine tuning Paddy Chayefsky’s scenarios, and while punching the clock at MGM. .
IX
“Bananas” “”Casino Royale” a James Bond spoof..a Chubby Brocoli convoluted 007,the calculus disorienting Bond’s cool ... “Dr No”never looking back.
Edgar’s dsughter Candace Bergen.. Tony Randal..”Play it again, Sam” the 5th dimension playing.
Shades of Ring Lardner,Jr “Mash”the hilarious l medical encampment on the Korean peninsula led by a “Three Stooges”mea culpa (Moe Curly Larry.Hoiward, once of Bath Beach)
Not that far from the Kent
theater off Coney Island Avenue trolly tracks.
X
“Unbelieable Murder Mystery” may have been the turning point when Diane Keaton of Verdugo Hills High School in Tujunga was dissed. Mia replacing her
The Keqton’s divine presence in “Anmie Hall” was in our eyes a revelation.to the third power.. .. .
Frank Capra directing Katherine Hepburn Jean Arthur Claudette Colbert would give the comedians the “Oscar” for her light touch. and killer instinct. As an exponent to rhe third quatrain....exhuming “Annie Hall”...shedding skins, not unlike the banana Cheetah was peeling Mia Farrow’sa maternal abode in her grapevine.
“You have to dig deep to strike banana oil, Cheetah.
XI
Whether Mia Farrow will entrap her own legacy, her state of mind” is an enlightened Zen Buddhism born of her alliance with visionaries who went their own way, never selling out to the machine they were engaged to..
.
XII
“Manhattan” seems to capture the love hate relationships in the guise of an older man having a bonding with a seventeen year old yung lady. Finding pleasure in the epherma of his
passing days.
Life’s absurdities deeply dug into the planet, our galaxy plagued by a pop culture and the inane craze of the sit com mentality our humanity books,
The inability to feel pleasure...Indeed Cheetah. ....
XIII
Tarzan aka Johnny Weismuller Olympic swimming fame (nee Bruce Bennet’s
103 year old Santa Monican real estaenik when he was wasn’t before the “lights camera action)”“offered Jane the Irish soda bread of her karma..
“It’s a jungle out there, Jane,” he repeated., pressing the slide doors aside.... Cheetah’s cue to to
piggy back Weismuller’s shoulders.....the two becoming Tarzan of the Apes...grasping the grapevine
Flowing thru the air...over the African flora&fauna quicksand cannibal reality scene.......
“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.
The University of Connecticut Performing Arts, Storrs, Ct...
daughter Mia’s mojo deservedly, from the University of Connecticut’s Board of Trustees.
II
A commencement addreess at the school for performing arts May 9th. Not that it wasn’t a scarce penny to have coach John Calhoun and his Kemba Walker of the Bronx and an Apollo theater talent dominate the NCAA March Madness, Walker entering the NBA draft. ..after three years
matriculating for his recognition. (take it for what itis worth from a Storrs appointed philosopher... Hartford&Waterbury branches)
But Mia Farrow’s nature...her own spiritual quest in many ways. Didn’t she and her
sister Priscilla, make the “hirdy gurdy”to Tibet with the Beatles (Harrison Lennon) a nirvana with Marashishi Mahesh as her garu........
III
Yet what does that viajo have to do with the Mia Farrow, the actress, and scion of the family playing out their connections for the ordinary and mundane life that
Aaron Copeland’s “common man” is playing out.....
Did Queen Elizabeth invite Mia to trhe nuptials next week at Westminister Abbey.Surely her credentials are beyond credibility. Her grandfather into the pedigree. A Lord in his day. A barrister by his powdered wig.,the family planting their roots in Austrailia.
IV
When “Woody Allen” replicated his “Annie Hall” Diane Keaton with Frank Sinotra’s ex,,,Andre Previn’s frau, did his “I’ll never write a funny movie again” did his consciousness grasp the implications for a kid schooled in Yeshiva..... “sprechen” Yiddish.. raised on the lower East side, living on Avenue K and 14th Street in Flatbush,... a block from Stanley Kubrick’s “Space Odyssey”(Kubrick’s supermarket) attending Midwood High School...NYU... CUNY know better....
Mid Farrow’s trappings were part and parcel of his own divinity.
Admiringly he didn’t know what he was doing at Dorothy Chandler’s pavilion Puccini’s “Giccoi Schicci” As Seymour Konigsberg- a work in progress- like all of the voodoo into our mad cap cosmos of “What’s new pussycat?” “Everything you wanted to know abou tsex (but were afraid to ask)
V
Everything being relative, mister Konigsbery-Allen submerged himself into his ouvre...schtick with Max Liebvman’s “Show of shows”.
Sculpting jokes for Sid Caesar, Imogene Coco, Carl
Reiner Howie Morris..screening dialects... indiscreet camp......
long before Colonel Khadafi emerged in his Libvyan garb......
Tthe outlandish maneuvers our revolving planet takes.....
hedge funds... derivatives.. bankruptcies foreclosures unemployment.. the normal ways of doing business was becoming extinct
Unconventional thinking depending on how you look at it.
So “Hannah and her sisters” was de facto Mia Farrow and her transcendental vision and her
alliance with Simone de Beauvoir’s “Second Sex”
No “Second Sex” here.,Cheetah!
“Right Jane?” (Maureen O’Sullivan) as Tarzan (Johnny Weismuller) garbed in his loincloth presses the drapes aside in their uppity African love nest.
“There’s a jungle out there, Jane.”
Cheetah cutting an apish figure, stripping a banana, hius ape like lechers counting his calories but not aggressively delving into his master’s psyche....nor for that matter Jane’s less complicated one.
He was too smart an ape to go that way. Wasn’t it enough for the genome...the genetic coe to
spell out the similarities and differences in the networking of humans and their appearances
thru the ages...
VI
So Seymour Konigsberg aka Woody Allen pressed his luck...a role as a licorice stick auteur a funny man living with a 30 year neurosis, his witch doctor moonshing those 3 decades of love hate relationships. discarding layers of scathing flesh.
A redundancybase? Was Seymour- Woody identifying with Ingmar Bergman? La Dolche Vita’s Fellini?
A renaissance man on a Leo Tolstoy wave length...his yearning need... capturing visions: images dialogue of Charlie Chaplin in futuro. A father figure to Mia Farrow’s adopted Korean daughter Soon-Yie Previn.,his third wife....
VII
“
Broadway Danny Rose” yields a nostalgic utopia at the Kent theater on Coney Island Avenue and ‘H’, two blocks away from Woody’s turf on Avenue K.and 14th Street two blocks from the BMT subway and Wingate (Midwood) Field where Murray Eisenstadt’s tennis teams practiced...
Here at the Kent he earned his legacy, casting Morty Gunty as an groovy insider (Morty lived on Avenue H near Ocean Parkway) a Borscht Belt comic and secondary teacher playing out
the role of a substitute teacher...
He later appeared wan and pale at the Sunset Strip’s M ocambo .,exiting soon thereafter from
the mileau we shared as students at P.S. 217 and Midwood High School.
.
VIII
“The purple road to Cairo” had no pretensions and was n’t as autobiographical...but again as the Lajos Egri disciple claimed “He no longer wanted to make funny films”
An endangered species..Indeed Cheetah...... Ernest Lubitsch Greta Garbo Melvyn Douglas
Billy Wilder shedding tears in their retirement.
Mentor Egri in his Brentwood salon boasted of fine tuning Paddy Chayefsky’s scenarios, and while punching the clock at MGM. .
IX
“Bananas” “”Casino Royale” a James Bond spoof..a Chubby Brocoli convoluted 007,the calculus disorienting Bond’s cool ... “Dr No”never looking back.
Edgar’s dsughter Candace Bergen.. Tony Randal..”Play it again, Sam” the 5th dimension playing.
Shades of Ring Lardner,Jr “Mash”the hilarious l medical encampment on the Korean peninsula led by a “Three Stooges”mea culpa (Moe Curly Larry.Hoiward, once of Bath Beach)
Not that far from the Kent
theater off Coney Island Avenue trolly tracks.
X
“Unbelieable Murder Mystery” may have been the turning point when Diane Keaton of Verdugo Hills High School in Tujunga was dissed. Mia replacing her
The Keqton’s divine presence in “Anmie Hall” was in our eyes a revelation.to the third power.. .. .
Frank Capra directing Katherine Hepburn Jean Arthur Claudette Colbert would give the comedians the “Oscar” for her light touch. and killer instinct. As an exponent to rhe third quatrain....exhuming “Annie Hall”...shedding skins, not unlike the banana Cheetah was peeling Mia Farrow’sa maternal abode in her grapevine.
“You have to dig deep to strike banana oil, Cheetah.
XI
Whether Mia Farrow will entrap her own legacy, her state of mind” is an enlightened Zen Buddhism born of her alliance with visionaries who went their own way, never selling out to the machine they were engaged to..
.
XII
“Manhattan” seems to capture the love hate relationships in the guise of an older man having a bonding with a seventeen year old yung lady. Finding pleasure in the epherma of his
passing days.
Life’s absurdities deeply dug into the planet, our galaxy plagued by a pop culture and the inane craze of the sit com mentality our humanity books,
The inability to feel pleasure...Indeed Cheetah. ....
XIII
Tarzan aka Johnny Weismuller Olympic swimming fame (nee Bruce Bennet’s
103 year old Santa Monican real estaenik when he was wasn’t before the “lights camera action)”“offered Jane the Irish soda bread of her karma..
“It’s a jungle out there, Jane,” he repeated., pressing the slide doors aside.... Cheetah’s cue to to
piggy back Weismuller’s shoulders.....the two becoming Tarzan of the Apes...grasping the grapevine
Flowing thru the air...over the African flora&fauna quicksand cannibal reality scene.......
“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.
The University of Connecticut Performing Arts, Storrs, Ct...
April 20,2911.
James Joyce’s ‘Portrait of an artist as a young man’
James Joyce’s ‘Portrait of an artist as a young man’ may be difficult to calibrate in the unconscious of movie director Sidney Lumet but being things are all relative his East New York origins struck a chord.
“Verdict” “Dog day afternoon” “Ten angry men” “Network” shedding light on issues tormenting the Willy Lomans of those whoring reality whirtls....to be and become someone
whom our mothers yearned for the moment her umbilical chord was spliced from the womb..
II
The Lee J Cobbs, Paul Newmans Henry Fondas Peterr Finchs captured their rroles...losing
themselves to find themselves-
But it was Al Pacino that may have been Mister Lumet’s finest, casting. a bank robber having an alter ego, their lamented get away seemed to these eyes, a shattered day dream that even Gloria Swanson “I’m ready for my close up, Mister DeMille” an anachronism,...a fantasy imbedded in
her mirror’s vanity...a transition to her inner needs playing out..
That mirror obliterated her fear of failing. Losing her mojo....those longings to not only command respect..an authoring figure or not...the love that was unrequited. The search for her
“Championship season”
III
Growing up in East New York...the push carts peddlers the” candy stores” the immigrant scramble for security and escape.....
”Just got off the boat”, Emma Lazarus poetry at the Statute of Liberty was the ominous energy “Give me your bread....”and its Ellis Island “arc de trumphe”
The migration to Brooklyn’s East New York.
The Hebrew Educational Society’s. melting pot.. Pitkin Sutter Saratoga Avenues.. buying and selling. “I can get it for you wholesale, sweetheart..bargaining on a pair of knickers... two for half the price...com’on bubbe... a bargain is a bargain ..not a metaphor Who are you? A slumming intellectual from uptown?
In that reality scene...fire escaped tenements. clothes lines..larceny in their nickel and dime bandit souls.
In that envirion the Loew’s Pitkin “escape” evolved.
IV
Going back to that big screen moment when Al Pacino cradled his alter ego’s head after their getaway went awry..
“Why why ”he asked, the cameras twirling, mister Lumet searching for the interior quarrelt, his bifocals piercing the laser like lenses
The accomplice aiding and abetting “You wouldn’t understand. Trapped in a man’s body...
with a woman’s soul. Where can I go? What country will take me?
Sonny answering his own rhetorical?.....Wyoming Wyoming. You love horses.The great outdoors.”
V
The organist pedaled the George Gershwin tin pan alley “I got rhythm”to that street smart
audience during the Saturday matinee. The lights turned on.... the screen cast aside behind the curtains. Seeing your friends and enemies. ..
The stage filled with management appointed East New York kids& pros: their whnirling spinning Duncan yo yos, the Pitkin awarding sweaters to the champs who could make their youo spin “around the world” “Rock the baby” “Sleep the lullaby,” twirling its own day
dream. :
Meanwhile..Arthur Miller’s “Death of a salesman” was playing out uptown...
“Attention must be paid..All Willy ever wanted was to pay off the mortgage.” his widow sobbed .at the funeral.
The Loews Pitkin..its ornamental glitzy interior&marquee... off to the
second balcony, the stage and screen welcoming the escape ala a Lasurel&Hardy madcap.
We forgot the images and melodies sounding like a Shangrila from some other planet....a comic book fantasy like Clark Kent’s “Superman” incognito or Boris Karloff ‘s “Frankenstein”
VI
Here Mister Lumet like another child of immigrant parents Arthur Miller, inherited his pursuit. The struggle to find oneself in that cosmos of subways street cars candy sores scapes
hydrants turned on ...Joel McCrea Sylvia Sidney’s Goldwyn’s Dead end”
Other flicks like Paul Muni’s “Scarface” or Warner Baxter’s ”Prisoner of Shark Island” “Sainey Potier Tny Curtis’s “Defiant ones” depicting skin pigment strangling sadism..
Suffocating in strangling small minded games that people play”.
Sidney Potioer and Ron Steiger “Heat of the night”.
VII
Mister Lumet’s dialogue ..... ‘on air conspiratorial role...Peter Finch’s
“I’m mad as Hell. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t.......” .his voice crashing thru
East New York’s Pitkin Avenue reality scene, April 13 ,2011
“Verdict” “Dog day afternoon” “Ten angry men” “Network” shedding light on issues tormenting the Willy Lomans of those whoring reality whirtls....to be and become someone
whom our mothers yearned for the moment her umbilical chord was spliced from the womb..
II
The Lee J Cobbs, Paul Newmans Henry Fondas Peterr Finchs captured their rroles...losing
themselves to find themselves-
But it was Al Pacino that may have been Mister Lumet’s finest, casting. a bank robber having an alter ego, their lamented get away seemed to these eyes, a shattered day dream that even Gloria Swanson “I’m ready for my close up, Mister DeMille” an anachronism,...a fantasy imbedded in
her mirror’s vanity...a transition to her inner needs playing out..
That mirror obliterated her fear of failing. Losing her mojo....those longings to not only command respect..an authoring figure or not...the love that was unrequited. The search for her
“Championship season”
III
Growing up in East New York...the push carts peddlers the” candy stores” the immigrant scramble for security and escape.....
”Just got off the boat”, Emma Lazarus poetry at the Statute of Liberty was the ominous energy “Give me your bread....”and its Ellis Island “arc de trumphe”
The migration to Brooklyn’s East New York.
The Hebrew Educational Society’s. melting pot.. Pitkin Sutter Saratoga Avenues.. buying and selling. “I can get it for you wholesale, sweetheart..bargaining on a pair of knickers... two for half the price...com’on bubbe... a bargain is a bargain ..not a metaphor Who are you? A slumming intellectual from uptown?
In that reality scene...fire escaped tenements. clothes lines..larceny in their nickel and dime bandit souls.
In that envirion the Loew’s Pitkin “escape” evolved.
IV
Going back to that big screen moment when Al Pacino cradled his alter ego’s head after their getaway went awry..
“Why why ”he asked, the cameras twirling, mister Lumet searching for the interior quarrelt, his bifocals piercing the laser like lenses
The accomplice aiding and abetting “You wouldn’t understand. Trapped in a man’s body...
with a woman’s soul. Where can I go? What country will take me?
Sonny answering his own rhetorical?.....Wyoming Wyoming. You love horses.The great outdoors.”
V
The organist pedaled the George Gershwin tin pan alley “I got rhythm”to that street smart
audience during the Saturday matinee. The lights turned on.... the screen cast aside behind the curtains. Seeing your friends and enemies. ..
The stage filled with management appointed East New York kids& pros: their whnirling spinning Duncan yo yos, the Pitkin awarding sweaters to the champs who could make their youo spin “around the world” “Rock the baby” “Sleep the lullaby,” twirling its own day
dream. :
Meanwhile..Arthur Miller’s “Death of a salesman” was playing out uptown...
“Attention must be paid..All Willy ever wanted was to pay off the mortgage.” his widow sobbed .at the funeral.
The Loews Pitkin..its ornamental glitzy interior&marquee... off to the
second balcony, the stage and screen welcoming the escape ala a Lasurel&Hardy madcap.
We forgot the images and melodies sounding like a Shangrila from some other planet....a comic book fantasy like Clark Kent’s “Superman” incognito or Boris Karloff ‘s “Frankenstein”
VI
Here Mister Lumet like another child of immigrant parents Arthur Miller, inherited his pursuit. The struggle to find oneself in that cosmos of subways street cars candy sores scapes
hydrants turned on ...Joel McCrea Sylvia Sidney’s Goldwyn’s Dead end”
Other flicks like Paul Muni’s “Scarface” or Warner Baxter’s ”Prisoner of Shark Island” “Sainey Potier Tny Curtis’s “Defiant ones” depicting skin pigment strangling sadism..
Suffocating in strangling small minded games that people play”.
Sidney Potioer and Ron Steiger “Heat of the night”.
VII
Mister Lumet’s dialogue ..... ‘on air conspiratorial role...Peter Finch’s
“I’m mad as Hell. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t.......” .his voice crashing thru
East New York’s Pitkin Avenue reality scene, April 13 ,2011
Lefty Pearls, Nature’s Supreme Design.....
Lefty Pearls, Nature’s Supreme Design..... Sacre bleu!
The stranger in the Brooks Brothers suit peered inside the classroom. “Are you the animal husbandry around here?”
Mister Farnham eyed the visitor warily, sizing him up as a collection agency man . “I’m subbing for the regular Ag man. He has a Bernie Madoff court testimonial back East. Can I do you in for anything?”
“My name’s Pearls. Lefty Pearls from the Health Department,” taking his wallet & card out, all in the same motion.. ‘Fly inspector’.
“You know anything about maggots, young man?”
“You ought to read up on them. Very technical , but very interesting. Great drama Great poetry. I got a stack of books at the office this high, ”he said…..” You know why I’m here. Your neighbors are complaining. They say your scholars from the Future Farmers of America aren’t keeping their animals clean …..everybody wants clean things these days. Nothing dirty anymore. Even dirty bombs are verboten. It must be a clean bomb. Some humans are even fussy about carrying dirty dollar bills .
Nor Bernie Madoff.playing out his 60 years in his 5th grade Sheik of Araby gig. And not even asking his home room teacher for the whoppen pass to the Ponzi swindle. Him 70 and looking at 150 years in the slammer,. manana...
“You gotta lose yourself to find yourself..”
Can’t be too particular on my Civil Service salary. And anyway we inspectors in Health & Maggot Research Development get samples of disinfectant. I’ll take a dirty dollar bill any day, young man.”
“Why don’t you dismiss your class? We’ll take a safari thru your animal pens. I’ll show you what I mean. By a top drawer inspection.”
One by one, the two men walked thru the pens, exploring the dirt for manure and left over maggots.
The fly inspector bent down on his knees ad infinitum .But each time the original expression of hope &promise turned into pessimism and resignation….
In the last pen a jubilant smile of happy todays &better mananas creased his benevolent face. “You’ve heard of love nests, haven’t you, young man.? Well this pen is a maggot nest. You got a regular industry flourishing right here. An industry that puts automation, IBM computer driven Microsoft, Sputniks, space platforms, the Shuttle with a capitol ‘S’, man in space, on the moon, probing for aqua on Mars all to shame.
This is Nature’s Supreme Design. A maggot nest,”he said in almost the same reverence Mister Farnham heard music lovers speak of Bach’s ‘Saint Mathews Passion’
“Y’ know young man if I were really greedy like most inspectors I’d corner the market on maggots. Get myself a good production man. Line myself up with a distributor and a national outlet. Why I’d ….but the truth is I’m not out for money. This is strictly a labor of love.”
The inspector dropped into the knee position as though he was born into the role. A one man riot of happiness and animal vitality. “These babies aren’t but five minutes old….Cinco minutos! Come down here, young man.I’ll show you the heart&soul of the maggot. Don’t let the smell frighten you. It’s only biology, part of Nature’s Supreme Design….
“It’s wonderful, wonderful,”he cried.”I caught the maggot in the second stage…you see young man,there are four stages….first,the egg, the maggot, the pupae ,and the adult fly. The whole cycle takes 24 hours, the adult laying its eggs in deciduous trees and garbage cans….”.
The inspector hippity hopped around the pen in his gray tweeds as though he was a pigmy playing hop scotch. Mister Farnham, a public servant trying at all times to please, dropped into a Siamese twin like hippity hoppity position..
Both men bonded, bouncing around like baby kangaroos feeling the terra firma for the first time, not knowing what to make of the karma...
The sub Ag man always keeping an eye on the inspector . And one step back in fear of moving ahead too aggressively, exploiting his position…..Lefty Pearls always nudging Mister Farnham when his hands came upon a fascinating sortie.
“My my this maggot is really one for the book. Just look at the size of it, young man. Why if we continue the way we’re evolving, I just don’t know. My name will be in the Civil Service
Health Bulletin. My wife will become famous. The publicity alone will change our lives..”
He scooped up a specimen, striking a pose. “It will be tremendous.”
“Fabulous,” said mister Farnham, eager to please with his sensibility.
“The taxpayers will know they’re getting their money’s worth of Lefty Pearls.. A picture of me myself and I holding a maggot. Nothing unselfish about the paparazzi…..”
“Young man, listen to me,” he said, nudging the substitute’s knees. “You’re great. I mean you’re really a great listener. A great explorer.. De Gama, Marco Polo, Columbus, Pounce De Leon.. Really great. I’ll clue in my supervisor. It might get an inch in our suburb’s “Who’s who”.
If the wire services pick it up, there’s no telling. The sky’s the limit on this minor planet, if I may drop a cliché.”
He wiped the smile from his cherubic cheeks. “Young man even if it’s against my better chemistry ,we can’t let the manure become a preservative. It has to go. Go man,” he cried, his jowls bouncing in ecstasy...
“I can’t help it. Maggots and manure do something to my basal metabolism. I don’t know what it is. Does it have the same effect on your chemistry, young man?”
“Sir, if you don’t want me to preserve the maggots, what do you advise me to do?” He asked, sidestepping the invasion of his chemistry., keeping the relationship on a high plane….
“Get some lime &sulfur .Add six inches of gypsum...and cap it. After it burns, bury the manure underneath. The larvae will never come to the surface. .The maggots will perish. I know it sounds mercenary but what can I do.. My hands are tied, young man. The neighbors are complaining. They don’t like your flies!”.
“How do you know for sure the flies they’re complaining about aren’t from their own garbage cans, sir?”
“We don’t young man. All we know is they’re taxpayers. They’re whupping our bread…….what we need is a control group like placebos…..”
“Can’t we put red flags on our maggots….and blue flags on their flies?”
It was getting dark as the sun was sinking behind the tall Palms ,overlooking the school’s pens….”I’ll have to think about it,” said the Inspector. “”I’ll have to think about it.”,turning his face upward to the darkening Heavens. “We public servants can’t take any steps on our own.. Make any decisions unless our department chief approves. That’s the Democratic thinking. It’s slow but that’s how the cookie crumbles. ”
He slowly rose to his feet, the color in his jowls warming to a cool fleshy pallor.. “Mister…..”
“Mister Farnham.”
“You have been wonderful company., Mister F.. I mean that sincerely..
You’re a born maggot hunter, mister F…”
“Thank you sir. I’m embarrassed. I never dreamt…..”
“May I ask you a personal favor?”
‘What can I do you in for , sir?”
“We know each other well enough , mister F. You can call me Lefty.”
“Yes, Lefty!”
“I’d like to borrow this specimen to show my Chief. Demonstrate my prowess….It’s a very healthy one. .I don’t think you’ll miss it, mister F. “
The substitute looking bigger and taller after the inspection., waved his left hand. As if it was holding a wand, and he was Oberon out of the Bard’s Midsummer’s Night Dream.
“Lefty, you can keep it. ..It’s only Biology .Part of Nature’s Supreme Design. Just don’t say I never gave you anything.”
Both men looked straight into each other’s eyes…. shaking hands.. the sun setting and sinking beyond the Western horizon, darkness coming upon the High School’s animal pens……
April 8, 2011 revcisiting the North Hollywood High School site before the planet went ballistic....the Ivory Coast Yemen Syria Libya Egypt Tunisia...
The stranger in the Brooks Brothers suit peered inside the classroom. “Are you the animal husbandry around here?”
Mister Farnham eyed the visitor warily, sizing him up as a collection agency man . “I’m subbing for the regular Ag man. He has a Bernie Madoff court testimonial back East. Can I do you in for anything?”
“My name’s Pearls. Lefty Pearls from the Health Department,” taking his wallet & card out, all in the same motion.. ‘Fly inspector’.
“You know anything about maggots, young man?”
II
“Can’t say that I do, sir. I’m an Engl…..”“You ought to read up on them. Very technical , but very interesting. Great drama Great poetry. I got a stack of books at the office this high, ”he said…..” You know why I’m here. Your neighbors are complaining. They say your scholars from the Future Farmers of America aren’t keeping their animals clean …..everybody wants clean things these days. Nothing dirty anymore. Even dirty bombs are verboten. It must be a clean bomb. Some humans are even fussy about carrying dirty dollar bills .
Nor Bernie Madoff.playing out his 60 years in his 5th grade Sheik of Araby gig. And not even asking his home room teacher for the whoppen pass to the Ponzi swindle. Him 70 and looking at 150 years in the slammer,. manana...
“You gotta lose yourself to find yourself..”
Can’t be too particular on my Civil Service salary. And anyway we inspectors in Health & Maggot Research Development get samples of disinfectant. I’ll take a dirty dollar bill any day, young man.”
“Why don’t you dismiss your class? We’ll take a safari thru your animal pens. I’ll show you what I mean. By a top drawer inspection.”
III
The fly inspector bent down on his knees ad infinitum .But each time the original expression of hope &promise turned into pessimism and resignation….
In the last pen a jubilant smile of happy todays &better mananas creased his benevolent face. “You’ve heard of love nests, haven’t you, young man.? Well this pen is a maggot nest. You got a regular industry flourishing right here. An industry that puts automation, IBM computer driven Microsoft, Sputniks, space platforms, the Shuttle with a capitol ‘S’, man in space, on the moon, probing for aqua on Mars all to shame.
This is Nature’s Supreme Design. A maggot nest,”he said in almost the same reverence Mister Farnham heard music lovers speak of Bach’s ‘Saint Mathews Passion’
“Y’ know young man if I were really greedy like most inspectors I’d corner the market on maggots. Get myself a good production man. Line myself up with a distributor and a national outlet. Why I’d ….but the truth is I’m not out for money. This is strictly a labor of love.”
IV
“It’s wonderful, wonderful,”he cried.”I caught the maggot in the second stage…you see young man,there are four stages….first,the egg, the maggot, the pupae ,and the adult fly. The whole cycle takes 24 hours, the adult laying its eggs in deciduous trees and garbage cans….”.
V
Both men bonded, bouncing around like baby kangaroos feeling the terra firma for the first time, not knowing what to make of the karma...
The sub Ag man always keeping an eye on the inspector . And one step back in fear of moving ahead too aggressively, exploiting his position…..Lefty Pearls always nudging Mister Farnham when his hands came upon a fascinating sortie.
“My my this maggot is really one for the book. Just look at the size of it, young man. Why if we continue the way we’re evolving, I just don’t know. My name will be in the Civil Service
Health Bulletin. My wife will become famous. The publicity alone will change our lives..”
He scooped up a specimen, striking a pose. “It will be tremendous.”
“Fabulous,” said mister Farnham, eager to please with his sensibility.
“The taxpayers will know they’re getting their money’s worth of Lefty Pearls.. A picture of me myself and I holding a maggot. Nothing unselfish about the paparazzi…..”
“Young man, listen to me,” he said, nudging the substitute’s knees. “You’re great. I mean you’re really a great listener. A great explorer.. De Gama, Marco Polo, Columbus, Pounce De Leon.. Really great. I’ll clue in my supervisor. It might get an inch in our suburb’s “Who’s who”.
If the wire services pick it up, there’s no telling. The sky’s the limit on this minor planet, if I may drop a cliché.”
He wiped the smile from his cherubic cheeks. “Young man even if it’s against my better chemistry ,we can’t let the manure become a preservative. It has to go. Go man,” he cried, his jowls bouncing in ecstasy...
“I can’t help it. Maggots and manure do something to my basal metabolism. I don’t know what it is. Does it have the same effect on your chemistry, young man?”
“Sir, if you don’t want me to preserve the maggots, what do you advise me to do?” He asked, sidestepping the invasion of his chemistry., keeping the relationship on a high plane….
“Get some lime &sulfur .Add six inches of gypsum...and cap it. After it burns, bury the manure underneath. The larvae will never come to the surface. .The maggots will perish. I know it sounds mercenary but what can I do.. My hands are tied, young man. The neighbors are complaining. They don’t like your flies!”.
VI
Mister Farnham hippity hopped over to the spot where the Inspector was x raying a specimen like a Swiss watchmaker pinpointing a 21 jewel maggot from a 17 jewel..“How do you know for sure the flies they’re complaining about aren’t from their own garbage cans, sir?”
“We don’t young man. All we know is they’re taxpayers. They’re whupping our bread…….what we need is a control group like placebos…..”
“Can’t we put red flags on our maggots….and blue flags on their flies?”
It was getting dark as the sun was sinking behind the tall Palms ,overlooking the school’s pens….”I’ll have to think about it,” said the Inspector. “”I’ll have to think about it.”,turning his face upward to the darkening Heavens. “We public servants can’t take any steps on our own.. Make any decisions unless our department chief approves. That’s the Democratic thinking. It’s slow but that’s how the cookie crumbles. ”
He slowly rose to his feet, the color in his jowls warming to a cool fleshy pallor.. “Mister…..”
“Mister Farnham.”
“You have been wonderful company., Mister F.. I mean that sincerely..
You’re a born maggot hunter, mister F…”
“Thank you sir. I’m embarrassed. I never dreamt…..”
“May I ask you a personal favor?”
‘What can I do you in for , sir?”
“We know each other well enough , mister F. You can call me Lefty.”
“Yes, Lefty!”
“I’d like to borrow this specimen to show my Chief. Demonstrate my prowess….It’s a very healthy one. .I don’t think you’ll miss it, mister F. “
VII
“Lefty, you can keep it. ..It’s only Biology .Part of Nature’s Supreme Design. Just don’t say I never gave you anything.”
Both men looked straight into each other’s eyes…. shaking hands.. the sun setting and sinking beyond the Western horizon, darkness coming upon the High School’s animal pens……
April 8, 2011 revcisiting the North Hollywood High School site before the planet went ballistic....the Ivory Coast Yemen Syria Libya Egypt Tunisia...
“A paradox” indeed quoteth the CBS announcer
“A paradox” indeed quoteth the CBS announcer. A jock from the word”go” into the spiraling March Madness sweet sixteen the final four the one two punch... the Yukon huskies of Connecticut have emerged as the dazzlingest....their gum chewing Jim Calhoun’s “arch de triumph”
II
His own tempo and flow of the game beginning back when was hired at age 42, he leaving his
Boston roots at Northeastern for UConn...the year1986 partner!.
For a quarter of a century, h and his kids evolved into three Ncaa championships, their Holy Grail of athleticism....where he learned the “game” growing up at Boston’s Northeastern...Red Auerbach’s Celtics smothering defense and Bob Cousy Bill Russell full court press., John Havelcek... “Hondo’ the sixth man coming off the bench..
III
Hero worshiping in search of the Hol y Grail goes the paradox. But Kemba Walker of the the Bronx and a Apollo theater magician led his mates thru an eleven game winning streak after losing five of six during then regular war..
Undefeated thru their Big East and the Ncaa hoops.
Are they all chewing the same gum as coach Calhoun?.
“Touche”
IV
A paradox, indeed partner.
Just ask Kemba Walker aka” EzPass”. their floor leader, and a Bob Cousy complete player.
Will he emulate two other Hall of Famers in Dennis Rodman and Bay Ridge’s own Chris Mullin of St. Johns......for “Ez Pass” to be mentioned in the same breathe as Dennis the menace and the pure shooting Mullin is in itself a paradox
To step up with the money shot is not only warranted but demanded as “Ez pass’s” passport into paradise. .
Growing up in Bronx environs.A Catholic high school.
The authority figures helping him see thru the fiction...the street scene from the reality.
V
Never straying, “Ez Pass” grasped the metaphor, and his entry into the Holy Grail.
A divine providence to the Storrs campus and the father figure of coach Calhoun,
winding down his twenty five year old program..
In this instance tte Butler bulldogs couldn’t break thru the second half, the Huskies length and tenaciousness in defending the rim, holding them to a dismal percentage, their shot selection and lay ups seemed anxious and unlucky..
VI
Arriving at Storrs philosophy department at the height of the Vietnamese transgression, the chairman put in a call to Dr. Robert Hutchins, formerly the Yale treasurer, and President of Chicago University.
Not unlike “Ez Pass” they put me out to graze at the Hartford and Waterbury campuses
The paradox as Jackie Gleason would say “How sweet it is Norton” Art Carney stepping up,
emerging from the sewer into “Ez Pass’s” promised land..
Their 67 year old gum chewing father figure Jim Calhoun and his “Ez Pass” basking in his third basketball championship ...a monumental stretch into immortality.
A paradox, indeed. “Ez Pass”?
Storrs, Connecticut April 5, 2011.
II
His own tempo and flow of the game beginning back when was hired at age 42, he leaving his
Boston roots at Northeastern for UConn...the year1986 partner!.
For a quarter of a century, h and his kids evolved into three Ncaa championships, their Holy Grail of athleticism....where he learned the “game” growing up at Boston’s Northeastern...Red Auerbach’s Celtics smothering defense and Bob Cousy Bill Russell full court press., John Havelcek... “Hondo’ the sixth man coming off the bench..
III
Hero worshiping in search of the Hol y Grail goes the paradox. But Kemba Walker of the the Bronx and a Apollo theater magician led his mates thru an eleven game winning streak after losing five of six during then regular war..
Undefeated thru their Big East and the Ncaa hoops.
Are they all chewing the same gum as coach Calhoun?.
“Touche”
IV
A paradox, indeed partner.
Just ask Kemba Walker aka” EzPass”. their floor leader, and a Bob Cousy complete player.
Will he emulate two other Hall of Famers in Dennis Rodman and Bay Ridge’s own Chris Mullin of St. Johns......for “Ez Pass” to be mentioned in the same breathe as Dennis the menace and the pure shooting Mullin is in itself a paradox
To step up with the money shot is not only warranted but demanded as “Ez pass’s” passport into paradise. .
Growing up in Bronx environs.A Catholic high school.
The authority figures helping him see thru the fiction...the street scene from the reality.
V
Never straying, “Ez Pass” grasped the metaphor, and his entry into the Holy Grail.
A divine providence to the Storrs campus and the father figure of coach Calhoun,
winding down his twenty five year old program..
In this instance tte Butler bulldogs couldn’t break thru the second half, the Huskies length and tenaciousness in defending the rim, holding them to a dismal percentage, their shot selection and lay ups seemed anxious and unlucky..
VI
Arriving at Storrs philosophy department at the height of the Vietnamese transgression, the chairman put in a call to Dr. Robert Hutchins, formerly the Yale treasurer, and President of Chicago University.
Not unlike “Ez Pass” they put me out to graze at the Hartford and Waterbury campuses
The paradox as Jackie Gleason would say “How sweet it is Norton” Art Carney stepping up,
emerging from the sewer into “Ez Pass’s” promised land..
Their 67 year old gum chewing father figure Jim Calhoun and his “Ez Pass” basking in his third basketball championship ...a monumental stretch into immortality.
A paradox, indeed. “Ez Pass”?
Storrs, Connecticut April 5, 2011.
76000 in attendance at the Ncaa’s final
“ Life after basketball.... 76000 in attendance at the Ncaa’s final four last night A “High noon”show down manana. Butler versus Uconn’s gum chewing Jim Calhoun and his Bronx born “Apollo theater” led Kemba Walker taking on the Bulldogs collective “repeat” manana ... nine pm. E.S.T.
Things won’t get better until they get worst” say the bloger pundits not unlike Walter Lippman Max Lerner James Wechsler and Grantland Rice Jimmy Cannon Red
Smith in sports.. scribbling down to earth themes in defunct Hollywood Citizen News Daily
Bruin...
Midwood High’s Argus print points....their dynamic hoopsters...
Coach Barney Cohen’s ..Lenny Singer. Honest Bill Rosenblatt Shelly Fein Wally Kaplan Jackie Singer Buddy Solomon Norman “Lefty” Fisher Stan Rubin Gerry Ringelheim Howie Weisglass Eddie Joachim Shelly Flanzig Marv(“commish”)Glauberman Lustgarten the “moose” Dym
Versus Maxie Zaviliofsky Danny Forman, Hy Gotkin, Harry Boykoff Sid Tannenbaum
Al Goodlearner in their gym bleacher hoop de loop.
Right Joey Rodriquez? “As time goes by”.
!
II
Who would have known that Virginia Commonwealth would have scorched their
final four ride to Ncaa’s “ultimate”...alumni boosters fans going
ballistic.....”standing tall” in Bill Walton’s prime time..
“Nah not me coach. A seer I am not..No crystal ball telepathy here.”
Resurrecting Lee J Cobb’s.’s “Virginian” role. Not settling for anything less than shooting the lights out as they say... the Kansas jay hawks not knowing Senor Rodriquez was feeling it like was Benito Juarez in disguise, hitting the nylon from downtown.
.
III
What could the Spider Man say about that feat, climbing the tallest building in the world earlier in downtown Dubai? 160 stories in six hours.
And talking about cyber space , what about reactor 2 spilling plutonium (“contaminated water”)
from the nuclear reactor in Japan’s Fukushima province..shades of Hiroshima and Nakasaki in
then summer of ‘45 ending World War 2.
The chain of causation stemming from the 9 point quake and tsunami .....
Libya’s own 40 years of Khadafi nightmare within the qualms of inevitable disaster.
. IV
But even in resurrecting the dinosaur age, CBS’s “60 minutes” hit a high of empathy, highlighting corporate greed on the planet as elite corporations strive for profit margins by settling in
Swiss and Irish venues.
Yet a 56 year old “Mother Teresa” from Staten Island takes in maimed children from battle worn Iraq and gets selfless peoples people to put their arms legs eye and face back together
V
On a “pumpkin” “orange” from the perimeter ,the high school coach Bob Hurley of Saint Anthony’s in Jersey City, lighting it up across the river... 1000 w’s.... with his full court conditioning, his stalwarts going on to college quintets and the NBA....9 thousand $ a year, his frau at the scorer’s table, his 2 sons coaching at the college level. .....
When are you coming home, Michael Jordan?
The Big Apple, April 3, 2011
Things won’t get better until they get worst” say the bloger pundits not unlike Walter Lippman Max Lerner James Wechsler and Grantland Rice Jimmy Cannon Red
Smith in sports.. scribbling down to earth themes in defunct Hollywood Citizen News Daily
Bruin...
Midwood High’s Argus print points....their dynamic hoopsters...
Coach Barney Cohen’s ..Lenny Singer. Honest Bill Rosenblatt Shelly Fein Wally Kaplan Jackie Singer Buddy Solomon Norman “Lefty” Fisher Stan Rubin Gerry Ringelheim Howie Weisglass Eddie Joachim Shelly Flanzig Marv(“commish”)Glauberman Lustgarten the “moose” Dym
Versus Maxie Zaviliofsky Danny Forman, Hy Gotkin, Harry Boykoff Sid Tannenbaum
Al Goodlearner in their gym bleacher hoop de loop.
Right Joey Rodriquez? “As time goes by”.
!
II
Who would have known that Virginia Commonwealth would have scorched their
final four ride to Ncaa’s “ultimate”...alumni boosters fans going
ballistic.....”standing tall” in Bill Walton’s prime time..
“Nah not me coach. A seer I am not..No crystal ball telepathy here.”
Resurrecting Lee J Cobb’s.’s “Virginian” role. Not settling for anything less than shooting the lights out as they say... the Kansas jay hawks not knowing Senor Rodriquez was feeling it like was Benito Juarez in disguise, hitting the nylon from downtown.
.
III
What could the Spider Man say about that feat, climbing the tallest building in the world earlier in downtown Dubai? 160 stories in six hours.
And talking about cyber space , what about reactor 2 spilling plutonium (“contaminated water”)
from the nuclear reactor in Japan’s Fukushima province..shades of Hiroshima and Nakasaki in
then summer of ‘45 ending World War 2.
The chain of causation stemming from the 9 point quake and tsunami .....
Libya’s own 40 years of Khadafi nightmare within the qualms of inevitable disaster.
. IV
But even in resurrecting the dinosaur age, CBS’s “60 minutes” hit a high of empathy, highlighting corporate greed on the planet as elite corporations strive for profit margins by settling in
Swiss and Irish venues.
Yet a 56 year old “Mother Teresa” from Staten Island takes in maimed children from battle worn Iraq and gets selfless peoples people to put their arms legs eye and face back together
V
On a “pumpkin” “orange” from the perimeter ,the high school coach Bob Hurley of Saint Anthony’s in Jersey City, lighting it up across the river... 1000 w’s.... with his full court conditioning, his stalwarts going on to college quintets and the NBA....9 thousand $ a year, his frau at the scorer’s table, his 2 sons coaching at the college level. .....
When are you coming home, Michael Jordan?
The Big Apple, April 3, 2011
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