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New York, New York NEW YORK, NEW YORK DF 05. 01. 2020 NEW YORK, NEW YORK CARS WHOOSHING BY AND ACROSS LIKE BLOOD IN A RUNNER’S VEINS WHEELS TURNING AND HORNS BURSTING LIKE A MELODY FROM ROOSTERS WITH CANES POP. AND THERE’S A MAN FINGERING A CHAMPAGNE CORK HE IS A DIRTY HIPSTER AND A BOSS BUT THOSE THREE WOMEN HOLD THE REIGNS LOCK, THEM UP. THEY KNOW OF DORKS AND OF THEIR STAINS. BUT. THEIR OWN GLOSS IS OVER TEETH IN ALL SORTS OF PAINS THEY DO NOT FLOSS EVEN FROM PORK ON A FORK OH! AT THE TOP OF THE ROCK OF NEW YORK, NEW YORK

Great books don't just describe the world; they change how we perceive it. Sometimes the greatness of literature lies in its ability to shake us out of our comfort zones. Justin's Bookshelf What criteria do you personally use when reviewing a book? Justin: Situational, depending on where I am physically and mentally. I need to be in the right headspace to read books. Typically, I don’t like to read light-hearted, fluffy books, once that are feel good books. They’d have to be thought provoking. I like well-written fiction with a meaning or moral. Historical fiction is also appealing. Primarily, I read nonfiction because I want to learn vs solely reading for entertainment. I like to read books that are obviously smarter than me, that challenge me. Rooted in fact but with strong philosophical arguments. I like to read books that sink in deeply so that I remember the main messaging vs the overall story. This is a list of books that are meaningful and challenging. I wouldn’t recommend them to everybody as it may not be everyone’s cup of tea. If books and how you feel about them were a person, who would it be and why? Justin: Al D’Andrea, my high school economics teacher because I used to love he’d speak – he told very good stories, he was intelligent. Anytime he told a story, personal or professional, I would listen with full attention. N O N F I C T I O N 1.The Dancing Wu Li Masters — Gary Zukav explores modern physics through Eastern philosophy, showing how scientific discoveries challenge traditional ideas of reality and consciousness. •In one word: Elevated •In one sentence: There’s a lot to explore and connect with in this universe that most of us normally do not think about or comprehend but we should try. 2.The Seat of the Soul — Gary Zukav argues that human evolution is moving toward spiritual awareness, emphasizing intention, responsibility, and inner growth. •In one word: Inspirational •In one sentence: Human evolution is a much longer game and timespan than what we see and perceive on a daily basis. 3.Where Good Ideas Come From — Steven Johnson explains how innovation emerges from networks, collaboration, and slow-building ideas rather than sudden inspiration. •In one word: Accessible •In one sentence: What we think we know about those people and invention that have defined humanity is incorrect. 4.The Siege of Shkodra — This historical account recounts the Ottoman siege of the Albanian city, emphasizing resistance, sacrifice, and national identity. •In one word: Epic •In one sentence: The toughness and resilience of the Albanian people goes back as far as has been recorded. 5.The Art of Peace — Morihei Ueshiba presents aikido as a philosophy of harmony, teaching that true strength comes from compassion and nonviolence. •In one word: Sad •In one sentence: If more people read and followed this, the world would be a better place. 6.Sapiens — Yuval Noah Harari surveys human history from early ancestors to modern societies, examining how biology, culture, and belief systems shape humanity. •In one word: Important •In one sentence: Humans are unique and we owe ourselves and the earth, the responsibility to not take that for granted and to be responsible and accountable with it. 7.A Place of My Own — Michael Pollan reflects on designing and building a small writing house, blending architecture, creativity, and the meaning of personal space. •In one word: Cozy •In one sentence: Take your time to do things well. 8.The Century of the Common Man — Henry A. Wallace argues for democracy, economic fairness, and global cooperation as defining forces of the modern era. •In one word: Forgotten •In one sentence: History is littered with the carcasses of beautiful and harmonious ideas and movements. 9.The Next 100 Years — George Friedman offers geopolitical predictions for the 21st century, suggesting global power will shift through recurring historical patterns. •In one word: Smart •In one sentence: If we continue to be okay with saying ‘humans just do human things’ then this terrifying book will continue to be correct (which talks about the constant battle for power and viewing the world as a fixed pie of resources). F I C T I O N 10.The Bridge on the Drina — Ivo Andrić traces centuries of Balkan history through the life of a single bridge, revealing how personal lives are shaped by political and cultural upheaval. •In one word: Genius •In one sentence: There’s no such thing as the ‘good-old-days’. 11.Infinite Jest — David Foster Wallace’s novel interweaves addiction, entertainment, and ambition in a fractured future where pleasure becomes a form of control. •In one word: Crazy •In one sentence: Life is not fair. 12.Revolutionary Road — Richard Yates depicts a suburban couple whose dreams of escape collapse under conformity, disillusionment, and emotional isolation. •In one word: Inevitable •In one sentence: No person is an island. Much of our culture is more communal than we think, sometimes. 13.The History of Sound — This work explores memory, love, and loss, often focusing on how sound and storytelling preserve human connection across time. •In one word: Cerebral •In one sentence: Great story telling takes skill, patience, and forethought. 14.Chronicles in Stone — Ismail Kadare’s memoir portrays his childhood in wartime Albania, blending personal memory with the weight of history and myth. •In one word: Personal •In one sentence: We should all try to see things through children’s eyes and use that as our moral compass and guide. That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong. - F. Scott Fitzgerald Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul. - Joyce Carol Oates Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree. - Ezra Pound A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. - Franz Kafka Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic. - Carl Sagan A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one. - George R.R. Martin Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become. - C.S. Lewis Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it but molds it to its purpose. - Oscar Wilde Literature... isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place. - Jeanette Winterson Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity. -G.K. Chesterton Without literature, life is hell. - Charles Bukowski Books are a uniquely portable magic. - Stephen King Have any book titles or reviews to share?

It's the same old song I t’s the same old song DF 09. 01 . 2019 It’s the same old song In the morning I hear him singing Late nights too on the front porch I hear him singing The shadow he cast on the sun Long years between us But with my mom, he is one And I hear him singing... Across the valley and to the river I see her stepping in I always walk to her to hold her tender Cuz she loves from within I hear him singing ... Yea woman of mine Rise and shine Shine my day Be my light Give me a memory I won’t lament He chose her everyday How could he ever love again I will always miss dreaming my dreams with you You are mine and hers alright I should have always loved you right, yes, you are mine and hers alright NEW YORK, NEW YORK DF 05. 01. 2020 NEW YORK, NEW YORK CARS WHOOSHING BY AND ACROSS LIKE BLOOD IN A RUNNER’S VEINS WHEELS TURNING AND HORNS BURSTING LIKE A MELODY FROM ROOSTERS WITH CANES POP. AND THERE’S A MAN FINGERING A CHAMPAGNE CORK HE IS A DIRTY HIPSTER AND A BOSS BUT THOSE THREE WOMEN HOLD THE REIGNS LOCK, THEM UP. THEY KNOW OF DORKS AND OF THEIR STAINS. BUT. THEIR OWN GLOSS IS OVER TEETH IN ALL SORTS OF PAINS THEY DO NOT FLOSS EVEN FROM PORK ON A FORK OH! AT THE TOP OF THE ROCK OF NEW YORK, NEW YORK Haiku Resources 1. Wales Haiku Journal 2. Haiku Foundation -> Haiku Dialogue No title 01. 21. 2023 A curious pause between two apt Delphians who don’t know themselves. No title 01. 21. 2023 Far away from home, the robin flies alone, low with a broken wing. The Oracle of Delphi pronounced Socrates the wisest of Greeks; and Socrates took this as approval of his agnosticism which was the starting point of his philosophy: ‘One thing only I know’, he said, ‘and that is that I know nothing’. Philosophy begins when one begins to doubt — when one begins to question the accepted wisdom of tradition. Particularly the one’s cherished beliefs, one’s dogmas and one’s axioms. Delphian inscription: To be curious about that which is not my business, while I’m still in ignorance of my own self, would be ridiculous. And therefore I say farewell to all of this, but about myself. My best friend, Oscar With you, I don’t walk but I dance across meadows And traverse the forest w ith ease Even today you are here with me I jump from one rock to another to avoid the mud that may be lingering in between the soft looking patches of grass Oh, the rocks, even boulders, that you stepped on and over like lily pads when you were little No obstacle existed, and no pool of water was too small for a belly dip lock and step together, you made me happy No time with you was ever lonely or dull But old age came for you much faster than for me my dear friend Your paws are now resting gently on the floor that you used to wipe clean with your tail And I’m here meandering on my own Following in your footsteps, practicing curiosity and thrill I’m trusting you, like you always did me My tears fall and I walk up the waterfall, looking for that time with you, that togetherness you taught me with grace, I walk and I look, and I made it to the top, higher than ever before. Because of you. Without you.

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This is the jungle This is the jungle Slam version DF 08. 1 0. 2020 This is the jungle There you see an educated savage Under the beard, there’s a flower My sister! He kissed her And there I can feel a strong power An electric forest, a beehive Phew! We can still live and not feel redundant Bees! Thanks for keeping it 100 Down the river, hunted, on a boat The fog reveals a mister He has got a jive, like this, His phone screen shows he is live “Vote!” he says, Huh? For what? I feel my blister For better shoes!? No, a lighter coat. Martha’s brain will not stop talking of this ravage We must finish with a gloat And our cameras must not be damaged So later, I can post And she will comment “You are a GOAT!” Phew… Haiku Resources 1. Wales Haiku Journal 2. Haiku Foundation -> Haiku Dialogue No title 01. 21. 2023 Far away from home, the robin flies alone, low with a broken wing. My best friend, Oscar With you, I don’t walk but I dance across meadows And traverse the forest w ith ease Even today you are here with me I jump from one rock to another to avoid the mud that may be lingering in between the soft looking patches of grass Oh, the rocks, even boulders, that you stepped on and over like lily pads when you were little No obstacle existed, and no pool of water was too small for a belly dip lock and step together, you made me happy No time with you was ever lonely or dull But old age came for you much faster than for me my dear friend Your paws are now resting gently on the floor that you used to wipe clean with your tail And I’m here meandering on my own Following in your footsteps, practicing curiosity and thrill I’m trusting you, like you always did me My tears fall and I walk up the waterfall, looking for that time with you, that togetherness you taught me with grace, I walk and I look, and I made it to the top, higher than ever before. Because of you. Without you.

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My best friend, Oscar My best friend, Oscar With you, I don’t walk but I dance across meadows And traverse the forest w ith ease Even today you are here with me I jump from one rock to another to avoid the mud that may be lingering in between the soft looking patches of grass Oh, the rocks, even boulders, that you stepped on and over like lily pads when you were little No obstacle existed, and no pool of water was too small for a belly dip lock and step together, you made me happy No time with you was ever lonely or dull But old age came for you much faster than for me my dear friend Your paws are now resting gently on the floor that you used to wipe clean with your tail And I’m here meandering on my own Following in your footsteps, practicing curiosity and thrill I’m trusting you, like you always did me My tears fall and I walk up the waterfall, looking for that time with you, that togetherness you taught me with grace, I walk and I look, and I made it to the top, higher than ever before. Because of you. Without you.

Description: The subject of the painting is from Ovid's Metamorphoses (Book IV, 563-603). After Cadmus is changed into a serpent by Mars, his wife Harmonia begs for a similar fate, which is granted. Here we see Harmonia in the embrace of her transfigured husband. However, De Morgan deviates from Metamorphoses by depicting Harmonia as a statuesque young maiden and not the elderly woman of the original tale. The work was painted in 1877, shortly after De Morgan had returned from a trip to Italy. When it was exhibited for the first time it was accompanied by the following lines from Ovid’s Metamorphoses: With lambent tongue he kissed her patient face, Crept in her bosom as his dwelling place Entwined her neck, and shared the loved embrace. The figure of Harmonia protectively encompassed by her husband in snake form is reminiscent of the central figure in Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus, which Evelyn had copied as a student. Artist: Evelyn De Morgan (1855 – 1919) Date: 1877 Material: Oil on canvas Dimensions: Framed: H1485 x W895 x D104mm Inscriptions: Signature, 1877: EP 1877 About the artist: Evelyn De Morgan supported the suffrage movement, and she appears as a signatory on the Declaration in Favour of Women's Suffrage of 1889. She was also a pacifist and expressed her horror about the First World War and Boer War in over fifteen war paintings including The Red Cross and S.O.S. In 1916, she held a benefit exhibition of these works at her studio in Edith Grove in support of the Red Cross and Italian Croce Rossa. Download THE TALE of CADMUS & HARMONIA Cadmus In Greek mythology, Cadmus was of divine ancestry, the grandson of the sea god Poseidon and Libya on his father's side, and of Nilus (the River Nile) on his mother's side. He was son to king Agenor and queen Telephassa of Tyre. He was a prince of Phoenicia. He was brother to Phoenix, Cilix, and Europa. Cadmus was tasked with traveling to Samothrace (Greek Island in the Aegean Sea) to retrieve Europa and bring her back to Tyre (southern Lebanon in Mediterranean Sea) and although the journey was dangerous, he did it, never found his sister, followed a cow to now Thebes and founded Thebes (with permission from Athena) and in return Zeus offered him a wife, Harmonia. He was considered a member of the fifth generation of beings following the (mythological) creation of the world. With his wife, Harmonia, he was the father of 5 children, 1 son (Polydorus) and 4 daughters (Agave, Autonoë, Ino, and Semele). In rare account, the couple instead had 6 daughters which are called the Cadmiades: Ino, Agaue (spelled with a ‘u’), Semele, not Autonoë but three others Eurynome , Kleantho and Eurydike. According to Greek mythology, Cadmus lived in 2000 BC where he was the legendary Phoenician hero and founder and first king of Thebes (a powerful town in the ancient times, close to Athens), and was the greatest hero and slayer of monsters before the days of Heracles. Cadmus's descendants ruled at Thebes on and off for several generations, including the time of the Trojan War. He introduced the original Phoenician alphabet to the Greeks, who adapted it to form their Greek alphabet. He is also credited with the foundation of several cities in Illyria, like Bouthoe and Lychnidu and therefore is referred to as an ancestor of Illyrians. In Greek Baby Names the meaning of the name Cadmus is: He who excels; from the east. Cadmus was also known by a different name, Hermes. Harmonia Cadmus was sent by his royal parents to seek out and escort his sister Europa back to Tyre (mediterranean coast of southern Lebanon) after she was abducted from Phoenicia by Zeus and taken to Samonthrace (a Greek island in the northern Aegean Sea). He never found his sister. Perhaps because Zeus had turned her into a cow. After being unsuccessful in his quest, he consulted the Delphic oracle, which ordered him to give up his quest, follow a cow, and build a town on the spot where she lay down. The cow guided him to Boeotia (Cow Land), where he founded the city of Thebes after it was bestowed to him by Athena. At that time, Zeus offered him Harmonia. Harmonia is daughter of Venus [Aphrodite] and Mars [Ares]. All the gods honored Harmonia and Cadmus’ wedding with their presence. Cadmus presented the bride with a robe and necklace, which he had received either from Hephaestus or from Europa. Other traditions stated that Harmonia received this necklace (ὅρμος) from some of the gods, either from Aphrodite or Athena. But this necklace, commonly referred to as the necklace of Harmonia, brought misfortune to all who possessed it. Hyginus gives another version. According to him, the thing which brought ill fate to the descendants of Harmonia is not a necklace, but a robe "dipped in crime", given to Harmonia by Hephestus and Hera. Cadmus and Harmonia Cadmus (and Harmonia) ruled as King in the region of Thebes but also he ruled the Enchelei ancient peoples, an Illyrian tribe that lived around the River Drin and the region of Lake Shkodra and Lake Ohrid, in modern-day Albania, Montenegro, and North Macedonia. Enchelei derived from ngjalë (eel). As protector of the area, Cadmus killed a dragon who was the guard of a swatter spring near Thebes (the fountain of Castalia). The story goes that Cadmus went to fetch water for a ritual from a nearby spring, but the spring belonged to a dragon, the offspring of Ares, god of savagery and war, and it refused Cadmus’s request. So, Cadmus killed the dragon and took the water anyway and made the sacrifice. With this, he, of course, offended Mars, Harmonia’s father, to whom the dragon (some call it a serpent) is sacred because it’s his son. And in return, Mars [Ares] curses the house of Cadmus [his daughter’s Harmonia’s house, too]. As a result, all of their children live and die tragically, including one of the grandson’s Pentheus, son of Agave. By most accounts, Cadmus and Harmonia had 5 children, 1 son (Polydorus) and 4 daughters (Agave, Autonoë, Ino, and Semele). In rare account, the couple instead had 6 daughters which are called the Cadmiades: Ino, Agaue (spelled with a ‘u’), Semele, not Autonoë but three others Eurynome , Kleantho and Eurydike. According to some sources, Cadmus and Harmonia pleaded with the gods to be transformed into black serpents after suffering immense misfortunes and were sent by Zeus to the Islands of the Blessed (Elysian Fields) where they spent eternity in a blissful afterlife. In other traditions, Cadmus and Harmonia were transformed into serpents after their deaths, and the serpents watched over their tombs while their souls were sent to the Elysian Fields (an afterlife place where only mortals related to gods and other heroes could be admitted, to live a blessed and happy afterlife, and indulge in whatever enjoyment they had enjoyed in life). Hence, the story that when Cadmus was the first to be turned into a serpent, Harmonia, in her grief stripped herself, then begged Cadmus to come to her. As she was embraced by the serpent Cadmus in a pool of wine, the gods then turned her into a serpent, too, unable to stand watching her in her dazed state. Read more about Europa and other characters in the Iliad and Odyssey.

🐾 About Along the Road in New England and the Series Along the Road in New England marks the beginning of a whimsical children's series following Jack and Oscar, two adventurous Labrador puppies with itchy paws and bold hearts. Tired of the quiet monotony of home, they dream of distant places, thrilling escapades, and the freedom to explore. After months of scheming, they hatch a brilliant plan—steal their parents' jeep and leap into a magical wishing well. On the other side, they tumble into a world of delightful chaos, meeting quirky characters and visiting fantastical landscapes. From one mischievous adventure to the next, Jack and Oscar journey farther and farther from home—until they discover that the place they left behind holds the kind of magic they didn’t know they were chasing. This coming-of-age tale celebrates curiosity, courage, and the power of kindness. As Jack and Oscar explore new environments and cultures, they learn to see the world through compassionate eyes, embracing differences and forming lasting bonds. Their story is one of self-discovery, where home isn’t just a place—it’s a feeling. Follow their journey from New England to California, New York, D.C., Florida, and onward to South America, Asia, Africa, Europe, and the Middle East. Currently looking for the right publishing house... Jack & Oscar In the flesh In the flesh

A Gardener in New England - An Opera A Gardener in New England - An Opera 12.202 3 tick tock, tick tock One heart tough as bone, two feet on the ground shuffle. One parcel of land relieved, one clump at a time. Two hands fold out a blanket of gold, one heap of decomposed meals cycloned with cracked eggshell and a dozen warm winter worms. tick tock, tick tock Sun spills softly through shades, and green sprouts dance to grow, whilst clapped by wings of bees. Patience is a slow grant for hunger. tick tock, tick tock Two feet on the ground shuffle. They’re wandering at a loss. Mountains of water are falling, and gold is turning to green moss. roar, roar We want greens, we want tomatoes, carrots, chives, and potatoes. We want greens, we want tomatoes, carrots, chives, and potatoes. … crunch, crunch Upon the sun and rain, carnation blisses, crocus bulbs crush in chipmunk hands, sweet lettuce folds between deer kisses, cherry tomatoes burst in rabbit cheeks. roar, roar We want greens, we want tomatoes, carrots, chives, and potatoes. We want greens, we want tomatoes, carrots, chives, and potatoes. crunch, slurp She swallows slowly, her tears tie, whilst pooh bear embraces the hive, one queen, two feet on the ground, liquid gold guarded by no hound. … swoosh, shhhh Wind swirls about and dries the colors out. She mourns the leaves but dries the herbs. Defaced, her garden rests, left for pests. Perennials tucked in underneath a windowsill. crunch, crunch Numbers pressed, plans and seeds sifted. Total cost to grow at home vs total eaten, No, stop, cannot measure labor for love, or lust for reproducing, for playing god in dirt. … crunch, crunch Two feet on the ground pack snow, one heart tough as bone, one parcel of land relieved, two hands hold one warm winter worm. roar, roar We want greens, we want tomatoes, carrots, chives, and potatoes. We want greens, we want tomatoes, carrots, chives, and potatoes. … tick tock, tick tock

Tears of Re An ancient Egyptian papyrus traces the origin of bees to tears: “The god Re [the sun god also known as Ra] wept, and the tears from his eyes fell on the ground and turned into a bee. The bee made his honeycomb and busied himself with the flowers of every plant and so wax was made and also honey out of the tears of Re.” Gene Kritsky quotes this inscription in The Tears of Re (2015), about beekeeping in ancient Egypt. Explore More The Tears of Re DF 12.19. 2019 Pool his tears onto the palm of your hand, Ice is warm but cold water drapes the bay; For a thousand tears make a fine land. Drip, drip, drip drowns the sorrow band, An army of none and all that comes to say, Pool his tears onto the palm of your hand. Tears with honey are often spanned, The art of nature is an ancient play, For a thousand tears make a fine land. Curse not blessing we must demand, When no tears are left to cry today; Pool his tears onto the palm of your hand. His tears to possess at the bee stand, To have and to heal our lungs of gray, For a thousand tears make a fine land. From our minds, our bees we banned, And our evils with tears will pay someday, Pool his tears onto the palm of your hand. For a thousand tears make a fine land.

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