Monday, April 19, 2021

“Be Alive, Be Still, Stand Still!”: Back in Town, from the Gowanus to East River Park to Greenwood Cemetery among friends fighting Black Rock and Each Other, Reconnecting in the Springtime #NoGowanusRezone #SaveEastRiverPark #EastRiverPark #LowerEastSide #TemporaryFloodProtectionNow #environmentalinjustice


Savitri and Father Frank
Virginia, Elisa, and Babs

Riding with Babs and Lulu...after the #saveeastriverpark rally and speak out!!!

Chase and BlackRock: Stop Fueling Climate Chaos Rally."
April 17, 2021

At the rally, I ran into Diane Greene Lent, who 
took this shot of me two years to the day.  
April 17, 2019, before the lockdown, before things fell of the rails. 

It's a beautiful day for a march!!! See you all in a few hours!!! 12 noon at Tompkins Square Park!!!
Parks are for poems! #saveeastriverpark

Billy in the sunlight. 
teenager on the gowanus


Back to Town, it was hard to know.

California there, we were back here.

East Coast, cold and wet and wonderful and worrying.

Vaccinated, many of us back and about.


Monday to see Babs and Company at 169 Bar.

Tuesday to Barbes with buddies and pints of stories about what the city was becoming, legal pot there and here and not quite in between.

Wednesday to see Will in Princeton

Chatting away for the next few days, chatting about the family ghosts and menaces, from Sweden and back, his kids growing up and about and out and into their new lives.

Mom’s breath is troubled in the spring,

But still she comes out to chat and gossip, as her grandkids play in the backyard.

Kids climbing in the trees… chatting about Brian, asking his followers not to follow him.


Friday was hard being back, cold and rainy, editing an old manuscript, catching up on it all.


Saturday Caroline and Karl and Jenny and Savitri and Billy and Steve and I met.


Karl is talking about Derrida and The Work of Mourning, essays on “friendships in the wake of passing…condolence, memorial …eulogies, funeral orations—…after the deaths of: Roland Barthes, Paul de Man, Michel Foucault, Louis Althusser, Edmond Jabès, Louis Marin, Sarah Kofman, Gilles Deleuze, Emmanuel Levinas, Jean-François Lyotard, Max Loreau, Jean-Marie Benoist, Joseph Riddel, and Michel Servière, bear[ing] witness to the singularity of a friendship and to the absolute uniqueness of each relationship... acutely aware of the questions of tact, taste, and ethical responsibility.”


Walking about Greenwood cemetery, I am acutely aware of the friendships that have passed,

Those who can’t or won’t,

The fearful

And the weary, amid the spring of openings and closings and memorials.


I guess its something everyone was feeling.


A few days later Charles King would post a note:


“Keith D. Cylar would be celebrating his 63rd birthday today [April 18th]. He died when he was 45. We use to talk about growing old together, buying a little farm in the mountains of Puerto Rico or Costa Rica, spending out evenings in our rocking chairs on the porch watching the night fall.

I still think of Keith every day. Sometimes with a tear in my eye, and sometimes with a quiet smile.”


I remember that day he left.

And the friends who said goodbye each year.


William Stanley Braithwaite

recalls those days:


“Near the end of April
Twenty Mays have met,
And half a word and half a dream
Remember and forget.”


Leaving the cemetery, Billy and Savitri and Steve are sitting on their stoop, chatting, looking at the street corner society opening up in front of them, the teenagers meeting up their street, not quite able to make sense of it all.


We talk about the friends who can’t or won’t come join us, the perplexed moment between here and there, not knowing where any of the movements are going.


But we made inroads in Albany.

Money for education,

Tax the Rich not the poor.


We made inroads.


But the war between us all,

It still looms large.


The sun shines in Billy’s face.

And none of it makes sense.


Be still

Stand still

Stand still….


The future is behind, instead of ahead when you can’t see it, says Savitri, paraphrasing the Peruvian prophesy, connecting her life with something else, in a mythology we’re all trying to put our finger upon.


At night, I find myself with Ken and Earnest.


I was never a big Hemingway fan. Old Man of the Sea, In Our Time, there was some great stuff. I enjoyed the doc. and the accounts of the fights.


Anne-christine d'Adesky posts a note on facebook:

Hemingway doc: the first part irritated me some— too much hagiography, establishing the legend. The second episode got more nuanced, chipped away at the mythology, exposed the broken man, the ugly sides, and his hard work ethic. The third episode has all the heart, as I felt it, presenting a truer emotional portrait, and letting the fuller complexity of the man emerge. I felt a pang of compassion for him then, and a bit of sorrow and openness for Ernest the lover of androgynous women, the man who wanted to be a girl in bed, the father who cruelly rejected his cross-dressing and, we are led to presume, gay son. He drank himself to some kind of death, and his head got hit too many times. He was a racist — his words are ugly — and a sexist and controlling and abuser and so many negatives. And he loved life and sought to show what mattered — to him— even though it comes across as portentous now…I do like that they focused on the writing, the creating and doing and meaning of it for him and his readers.


On he went,.writing and thinking, recognizing the fallacy it all:

“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”

He tried not to worry about things:

“Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry: Worry never fixes anything.”


The books are peppered with settled scores, stories of the friends he fought.


All week, I wonder what really happened between Hemingway and John Dos Passos?

The friendship fight between Dos Possos and Hemingway during the Spanish Civil War was one for the ages.

The Paris Review traces .

their conflict, our conflict.

Its 1937, the two writers are going to meet in Spain.

Dos Passos is worried about a friend who disappeared in the conflict, perhaps at the hands of the communists.

Ever a loyalist, Hemingway has little time for his friend’s sentimental concerns that might divide loyalty; Dos Passos, a humanist, is unset with his friend’s untimely demise.

Dan Piepenbring writes in The Paris Review:

“Hemingway broke the news to his friend, but apparently he was impolitic about it—and so began their falling out, with Dos Passos vouching for Robles and Hemingway laughing at his naïveté.

Dos Passos’s response to his friend’s disappearance reflected his sense that progressive politics without human decency is a sham. Hemingway, in a thinly disguised magazine article about the episode published in a short-lived Esquire spinoff called Ken, described these scruples as “the good hearted naiveté of a typical American liberal attitude.”

José Robles was a left-wing aristocrat … [but] maintained enough independence of mind to raise an alarm among pro-Communist Spanish authorities and the Soviet intelligence agents who, by early 1937, were bringing the government increasingly under Stalin’s control. Dos Passos was counting on Robles to serve as his main Spanish contact on the film; but by the time the two American novelists reached Madrid, separately, Robles had disappeared. It was Hemingway who learned first … that Robles had been arrested and shot as a Fascist spy. To this day, the manner and motive of Robles’s death remain a mystery …”

Why do men fight like this?

The sadism, the moral questions are many in their rift.

I spend the week wondering, seeing myself and my friends in this question of expedience and humanist


Looking at the city,

Looking for a friend.


“Wake up the worlds on fire,

Have a nice day,”

I read to the teenager, from poetry as insurgent art, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.


By Sunday, the little one stays inside all day, anxious about her art project.

She has to document 100 of anything.

First a hairball, then a combustion explosion.

We walk outside in the drizzle, exploring the Gowanus, lost objects… industrial world in flux, found objects and treasures….

Maybe you could count pcb’s in the polluted water, I say as we get closer to the canal.

The EPA's investigation confirmed the widespread presence of more than a dozen contaminants, including polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs)...” and other toxins in the Gowanus Canal.


Still, the city wants to hyper develop the area.

Only a temporary restraining order is holding off the bulldozers.

The decades long cleanup continues.


On we walk through the alley,

Past a cat sanctuary someone has made.

Some new graffiti,

Looking into the water, at the oil and pollutants, thinking about dead bodies.

Bodies lost the water.

Bodies on the street.


Make an art project of a found object, I suggest.

The little one starts collecting a hundred sticks,

Inserting them into the fences.

Works of nature in an industrial zone.

Look at the ecology of a park, of water, of area destined to be zoned away, paved into a parking lot.


I stroll past the Gowanus Sharing Corner, where mutual aid projects are sprouting.

Grab a few things at C Town and make my way back.

By then the little one has put up some 36 sticks, only 64 to go.

Dad can you help me look?

Sure, I reply.

Art finding its way into a temporary exhibition.

On she worked away, posting one piece of wood after another.

I stood, watching her installation grown,

Looking at the city.

Thinking about the city and its delicate ecosystems. 


“We Don’t Need More Life-Crushing Steel and Concrete” writes Paul Greenberg and Carl Safina. “Thelong-term needs of ecosystems should come before our knee-jerk expectations….we need to focus on updating what we’ve already damaged.”  

In the meantime, candidates are making cash on the developer goldrush.

And the city is acting as if the TRO is crumbling, ready to move forward despite:

“Widespread Contamination, Health and Ecological Problems; Hundreds of Samples find PAHs, PCBs, Heavy Metals and Other Toxins.”

Says Voice of Gowanus:

"We are outraged that the city has shamefully opted to divulge details of confidential settlement discussions in an aggressive public relations move to try to misconstrue the status of our lawsuit and the Gowanus rezoning ULURP application. The city's press blitz at this juncture is misleading, unprofessional, and a deep breach of trust once again by our own public officials.  Unfortunately, the city's clear pattern of disregard for the law, for due process, and for access to the democratic process for all in our community - in its push to ram the Gowanus rezoning through during a pandemic and at the end of the Mayor’s term in office - is all too common. All we can say is the temporary restraining order imposed by the Court remains in place.  Any characterizations to the contrary are disgraceful and underhanded."

Neighborhood after neighborhood face an onslaught of developer dollars, to pollute, bulldoze, upside, blandify and sanitize.


Saturday, I met my friends outside of BlackRock on 51st Street.

All Eyes on Black Rock, say activists there.

“JP Morgan Chase and BlackRock are the biggest funders of climate destruction. This is exemplified by their financial ties to the Line 3 pipeline, which would carry nearly one million barrels of dirty tar sand oil daily.

We will rally at BlackRock HQ in Manhattan at 12:30pm then march to JP Morgan Chase HQ (47th Street between Madison and Park) RSVP at

At BlackRock, the $9 Trillion Wall Street behemoth, we will say “All Eyes On BlackRock”. Blackrock, the world’s top investor in fossil fuels, must divest, starting with Line 3 and dirty tar sands.

Corporate shareholder meeting season begins soon, so we will be demanding BlackRock vote its massive shareholdings to force climate action by the corporations it owns.

JP Morgan is the world’s top bank financier of fossil fuels. It also finances forest destruction. It has pumped $317 billion into oil and gas since the Paris climate agreement! JPM is a key financier of the Line 3 pipeline, which like Dakota Access and KeystoneXL, is a massive polluting project that violates indigenous peoples’ rights.

Join us and get ready to get LOUD.”

All week, I’m thinking about the wins we achieve when we show up, even if fighting seems insane.  The joy we feel together screaming it out.

Via Maria Bautista, who I got arrested with seven years ago fighting for education dollars, posted: 

“Y'all WE WON!!! It's taken me a couple of days to process, and I still don't believe it, but we won! After 30 years of fighting for equity in school financing, we won a full phase-in of billions of dollars owed to public schools across NYS. THIS IS HUGE! I can only imagine what's more possible because of these additional resources.

This work has been really difficult and emotional, and it was possible because of the deep power of organizing. Year after year, parents, students, teachers showed up and demanded NYS not forget its constitutional obligation to our children, to Black, brown and poor students across NYS. It's this radical love for our children and our communities that made this win possible.

So much love to all the folks that joined us this struggle. I'm infinitely grateful to Robert Jackson for launching this campaign in 1993 and for always walking the talk. To the folks that knew we needed to build long term people power in order to win and created the Alliance for Quality Education to create this container for change. Billy Easton Karen Scharff John Kest Rosemary Rivera Incredibly honored to work with a team of deeply committed womxn that fought to make this a reality: Jasmine Gripper Zakiyah Ansari Marina Marcou-O'Malley Julia Watson A Sa Mia Karina Roman Stevie Vargas Smitha Varghese

This win is a collective win. Sorry if I didn't tag everyone, it's just too many folks. Thank you for making those calls, joining the rallies, press conferences, for coming to Albany, for holding folks accountable at every level. Looking forward to continue to build a school system that honors all our children.

Join us April 23rd 5-7pm to celebrate. Bring all that radical joy. This one is one for the books ❤.


On Sunday, I dropped off my compost at Carroll Park and went to join what felt like all of my friends in Tompkins Square Park to beat back the onslaught:


Sunday, April 18, 2021, 12:00PM
Gather at Tompkins Square Park
(semicircle with the big elm tree near the southeast entrance)
March to East River Park

Hear Our Passionate Advocates
Kiara Williams, Warriors in the Garden
Emily Johnson, dancer, choreographer, Lower East side
Eileen Myles, poet, East Village
Alicia Boyd, Movement to Protect People, MTOPP, Brooklyn
Rev. Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping Choir
DJ Ralphy CBS

children, adults, dogs all welcome
Please wear your masks and maintain social distance

(desplácese hacia abajo para español)

We are inviting you to join us in this urgent exercise of free speech and outlet for the immense frustration we feel at the betrayal by public servants i.e., our mayor, our City Council Member and the entire City Council, our Community Boards, City Planning Commission, the Parks Department and all who are engaged in supporting the farcical, greedy and short-sighted version of flood control known as East Side Coastal Resiliency.

We worked with city agencies since 2012 to come up with a strong green approach to coastal resiliency in the wake of Hurricane Sandy. We supported the original East Side Coastal Resiliency plan with its rolling berms. It did not require the destruction of an 82-year-old park with 1,000 trees, ballfields, a running track, an esplanade along the riverfront, picnic and barbecue areas and a paradise of growing things and birds and fishing areas.

The park is a multi-racial multi class multi age dream. It is a living symbol of the New York we love and treasure. It faces public housing and is the only available green space for largely low income BIPOC people who require this access to air and exercise for quality of life.

Instead, what our mayor’s office has foisted on us and we have been protesting for three years is total destruction of this park. It’s a plan that would add eight feet of fill, a million tons. And while the fill is being added and until it settles, it will blow in the faces of the residents across from the park. The city also wants to build a cement factory on the river’s edge.

The glamorous and synthetic plan the city promises will in essence be a concrete wall along the river with a levee covering all the parkland. It will be covered in artificial turf, concrete and saplings that will not provide shade for many years. There will be expanded tennis courts and parking lots for maintenance vehicles in what are now some of the prettiest sections of the park—just what our neighborhood doesn’t need. There will be walkways high above the river.

If the city says it will take five years, it will take ten. There will be NO flood control in that time. If a storm occurs, then it will be a muddy mess. It will turn our neighborhood into a bathtub full of contaminated flood water.

For starters we demanded adequate environmental review, because our concerns were dismissed in the public review process. Our group demanded the rationale for this plan, and we were told there was a value engineering report. It was not forthcoming. Its existence was denied and most recently a redacted form was offered. Now there’s a less redacted form. The city is making us fight to see how the park destruction plan came about.

We march today because we are demanding a moratorium on park destruction. Thousands of people have signed petitions since 2018. This march is a human petition.

We demand a stop to the East Side Coastal Resiliency plan now. We demand a real environmental review. We demand interim flood protection. We demand a better plan that does not now in a pandemic still–or ever–take away the only green space in a low-income neighborhood to replace it with a project twice as expensive that smells only of development.

Our mayor and the real estate cabal his government has become look forward to a park that will reprise what happened on the west side and will encourage gentrification and displacement while ending the best parts of the childhoods of the kids who live here and people of all ages including seniors living nearby who are being deprived of the joys of their publicly lived and cherished New York City life. It is all our city. We are marching for ours.

For too long our government has been happy to tell a tale of two cities, one is to sell and silence the other is to invite and lure. The tall shiny buildings all over Manhattan are empty, this park is full, the evidence against this plan is life itself.

And we march as life itself today to demand that we prevail and stop the plan to destroy the park and instead insure our natural and collective futures.

See you in the park,

Eileen Myles, Emily Johnson and Harriet Hirshorn for East River Park ACTION.”

Finishing, I rode through Chinatown to catch up with the activist informed reading gang.

“God is change,” says Adrienne, in Well Read Black Girl, our book for the week.

What are you reading, we ask each other.

When did you first see yourself in book or story?

It’s a question  we are all asking over and over again.

We all get to dream.

Its great to see everyone to talk about those dreams.

Frank’s memories of playing stickball in the park,

Billy’s sermons,

Savitri’s organizing,

Babs on her Bike,

Virginia’s insane pants,

Bill’s punk shows.

JC’s poetry.

On and on and on and on and on.

Its great to dream with everyone together.

Barbes buddies. 

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