The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

monstrous guilt

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The farbissina hunt rides again.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Eschewing the behavioral requirements by which social graces are enforced amongst those who aspire, the qualities of polity and well mannered conviviality are not normally mentioned when the subject of discussion is your humble narrator. Oft has this lack of civilized manner called down unexpected storms- which offer, induce, and deliver personal angst and derision. The path I walk and life I’ve lived has been pedantic and painful at best, and many have volunteered that my personality is tolerable only in short doses. Vast physical inadequacies, and the social status of an ineluctably feckless quisling, demand that one such as myself retreats when trouble comes. There is no chance that a stand will be taken and instead to the shadows will I flee.

From my hermitage of shadows, lurking amongst the night, do I stab at and shun the world that surrounds. Humbug.

from wikipedia

Shunning can be the act of social rejection, or mental rejection. Social rejection is when a person or group deliberately avoids association with, and habitually keeps away from an individual or group. This can be a formal decision by a group, or a less formal group action which will spread to all members of the group as a form of solidarity. It is a sanction against association, often associated with religious groups and other tightly knit organizations and communities. Targets of shunning can include persons who have been labeled as apostates, whistleblowers, dissidents, strikebreakers, or anyone the group perceives as a threat or source of conflict.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

When this- your Newtown Pentacle- first appeared on the vast interwebs a few years ago, the accusations hurled my way were many and varied. Some said that I was some sort of shill for the real estate people, given the wonderment expressed about western Queens. Shortly thereafter, some said that I was a pompous windbag pontificating to a nearly empty room of slack jawed Hipsters. Next up, I was accused of being some sort of sleeper agent placed by deep pocketed and borough wide political gangs with shadowy goals. After that, a sudden wave of auto cthonic attention from the press caused some to characterize me as a careerist and carpet bagger. Can you see why I stick to the shadows and shun a world populated by crazy people? If I was any of the things above, wouldn’t I be able to afford to own a car?

It’s mostly night time in December anyway, and I’ve always hated being asked to drink any flavor of Kool-Aid. Back in the old neighborhood, in Brooklyn, we just called it bug juice.

from wikipedia

“Drinking the Kool-Aid” is a metaphor commonly used in the United States that refers to a person or group holding an unquestioned belief, argument, or philosophy without critical examination. It could also refer to knowingly going along with a doomed or dangerous idea because of peer pressure. The phrase typically carries a negative connotation when applied to an individual or group. The phrase derives from the November 1978 Jonestown Massacre, where members of the Peoples Temple, who were followers of the pro-Communist cult leader Reverend Jim Jones, committed suicide by drinking a mixture of a powdered soft drink flavoring agent laced with cyanide.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

What this little invective has to do with the photos presented in today’s post, captured nearby Manhattan’s Flat Iron district in the east 20’s, is surprisingly simple. These were the thoughts roiling and boiling between my ears while I was shooting. It has been a long, long time since I’ve allowed myself to feel anything at all- let alone allowing an old and familiar cauldron of hatred and bile to come to a simmer. Here’s the deal, lords and ladies, and I’m saying it for the umpteenth time: There is no hidden agenda, nor guiding principal, nor shadowed paymaster behind the scenes around these parts. I show you what Queens and the Creek show me, that’s it. I take shots of seemingly significant structures and locations out in the field. I go back to HQ, research to the best of my ability, and present them here. Sometimes, I’m wrong, and count on the wisdom of crowds to point me in the right direction when I am.

Meanwhile, I’m busy shunning the whole world for awhile. Bah.

from wikipedia

Green Infrastructure or Blue-green infrastructure is a network providing the “ingredients” for solving urban and climatic challenges by building with nature. The main components of this approach include stormwater management, climate adaptation, less heat stress, more biodiversity, food production, better air quality, sustainable energy production, clean water and healthy soils, as well as the more anthropocentric functions such as increased quality of life through recreation and providing shade and shelter in and around towns and cities.

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Written by Mitch Waxman

December 2, 2013 at 7:30 am

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  1. What’s going on with all those cabbages by the tree? When I grew up, we never heard or saw anything about cabbages as botanical ornamentation.

    georgetheatheist...horticulturally heuristic

    December 2, 2013 at 11:34 am

    • That’s what you call Green Infrastructure, sir.

      Mitch Waxman

      December 2, 2013 at 11:36 am

      • But cabbages? Monkey see. Monkey do. They’re all over the place. Whoever thought that up?

        georgetheatheist...horticulturally heuristic

        December 2, 2013 at 12:39 pm

    • As it happens, cabbages are one of the few species that can grow even in freezing weather, and this fact was not lost upon those who want to plant in the beds of the tree cutouts to hopefully discourage use as a dog’s outhouse. The cabbage’s hardiness even gave the poor-shanty-Irish slum in Toronto (since gentrified) its name– Cabbagetown was so-called because cabbages were grown there, even in the dead of the roughly zero-F. winters, to feed the locals back in the olden early 20th C. days.


      December 2, 2013 at 5:04 pm

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