Yes, there need to be orchids in the Bronx, one way or another. I'll think of these as distant cousins to Ella (RIP)- the lovely phalaenopsis who inspired this blog (for those of you just joining).
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Ella the Orchid, Bronx NY, July 07
First/Only Tree on the Block, December 07
Garden in the Country, Mid-Summer
No, you do not have thousands of years to live. Urgency is on you. While you live, while you can, become good.
Bronx Rooftop - Looking SW
A Country Meal
Rubber Trees in the Bronx
Tales from the city and country.
About This Blog
I was born and raised in a neat, quiet suburb of a large city. Somehow, I ended up living a dual life - in the Bronx, NY, and rural northeastern PA - city and country. Far far away from anything remotely "suburban." These are dispatches - cultural, political, spiritual, existential - from this life in contrasts. Welcome to my world(s).
Ella 7-07
Ella the Orchid, Bronx NY, July 07
Followers
Poem
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
to make every minute holy.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours
A Tree Grows in the Bronx
First/Only Tree on the Block, December 07
Country Veges
Garden in the Country, Mid-Summer
Quote
I have a sure faith in art, a sure confidence that it is a powerful stream, which bears a man to harbour...
Vincent Van Gogh
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Quote
No, you do not have thousands of years to live. Urgency is on you. While you live, while you can, become good.
-Marcus Aurelius, Mediations
Rooftop in the Bronx
Bronx Rooftop - Looking SW
Quote
If all is supposition, if ending is air, then why not happiness?...Does happinesss strain credibility?...It's all hypothesis, beginning to end...Sorrow, it seems to me, may be the true absolute.
-Tim O'Brien
Ribs n Corn
A Country Meal
Poem
"On Having Mis-identified a Wild Flower"
A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
-Richard Wilbur
Quote
I have noticed that when I am most serious people are apt to laugh at me, and indeed when after a lapse of time I have read passages that I wrote from the fullness of my heart I have been tempted to laugh at myself. It must be that there is something naturally absurd in a sincere emotion, though why there should be I cannot imagine, unless it is that man, the ephemeral inhabitant of an insignificant planet, with all his pain and all his striving, is but a jest in an eternal mind.
-Willie Ashenden, from Cakes and Ale by Somerset Maugham
Urban Jungle
Rubber Trees in the Bronx
Poem
"Landscape"
You lofty poplars - humans of this earth!
You blackened ponds of happiness - you mirror them toward death!
I saw you, sister, standing in this brilliance.
You lofty poplars - humans of this earth!
You blackened ponds of happiness - you mirror them toward death!
I saw you, sister, standing in this brilliance.
-Paul Celan (John Felstiner, trans.)
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