The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

dwell along

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Ah, to retreat into the comforting ignorance of a new Dark Age…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The human infestation has got me down today, lords and ladies. Foibles, faults, and the mysteries of the utterly ‘effed up cloud my perceptions, and a humble narrator is ready to wash his hands of this fetid excuse for a life. Unfortunately, existence is a giant shit sandwich from which we all must, in fact, take a bite. It’s probably all my fault anyway, it usually is, so perhaps it would be best if I just avoid any further interaction.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A prevailing and ongoing critique of my personality and habits as offered by loved ones and strangers alike is why I am largely nocturnal, existing in twilit grottos and forgotten places, and why I frequent the abandoned and irredeemable edges of civilization. If it wasn’t for Our Lady of the Pentacle and my little dog Zuzu, I’d likely become an urban legend that grade school children mention in hushed whispers around camp fires. “Did you know that there’s a hermit with a camera living in that abandoned coal mine?” would be what summer campers asked each other. My golden arm, indeed.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Human interaction is something which I’ve never seemed to master, despite my studied and best efforts. Perhaps I should seek out the services of mental health professionals and secure a supply of some numbing agent, retreat into an Aldous Huxley-esque SOMA haze, and just enjoy my days lost in a narcotic bliss. This is what most do, why not me too? Perhaps I should just retreat into the ignominious shadows, a penniless mendicant doomed to wander the concrete devastations of the Megalopolis. Bah. If you see me today, it would be wise to avoid all contact.

“follow” me on Twitter- @newtownpentacle

There are two Newtown Creek walking tours coming up.

Saturday, July 26th, The Insalubrious Valley of the Newtown Creek
With Atlas Obscura, lunch included, click here for tickets and more info.

Sunday, July 27th, Glittering Realms
With Brooklyn Brainery, lunch included, click here for tickets and more info.

Written by Mitch Waxman

July 24, 2014 at 10:45 am

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  1. Mitch, this was one of your better ones and I am offering neither advice or criticism. You are what you are and sometimes life does feel like you are biting into a shit sandwich. I read your rant aloud to my wife and then remarked, since she has never seen your stuff, that you were a fantastic photographer and had a gift for expression using the English language. I am pretty erudite but nowhere near what you demonstrate on a regular basis. So, if you want to remain physically out of touch, that’s OK by me. Just keep taking photos and writing so we can all see and read it here.

    BTW, do you actually ever read these comments. I sent one to you ages ago asking about your photo techniques but never got a reply.

    George Laszlo

    July 24, 2014 at 11:36 am

    • Bubi, you never got a reply because he’s all ‘EFFED up. I keep telling him to ditch the apostrophe but he wont listen. When he does, the Universe will righten itself. In any event it’s almost August, the fruit is already on the vine, and soon we will all notice the waning light as the days get shorter and shorter. I’m looking forward to the Jersey tomatoes – the big juicy ones you gotta eat with a napkin around your neck. Garlic salt and pepper is all you need. Yum-yum, slurp, slurp. It’s like good sex.


      July 24, 2014 at 9:40 pm

      • A-n-d . . only 160 days ’til the Honeymooners marathon.


        July 24, 2014 at 9:43 pm

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