The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

recalled dreams

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

A recent scuttle found me soiling the sidewalks outside of Aviation High School, painting the sidewalks with the corruption permanently stuck to the soles of my shoes. One is so incredibly aberrant that area grocery stores have established rules about allowing me near the Fresh Produce or Dairy aisles, as any occupation of such spaces on my part causes spoilage. Old ladies clutch at their purses, children begin to cry, birds flock into the sky, and cats hiss when I approach. It would not surprise one if the sidewalk spot I was standing upon while shooting the plane pictured above needs to be replaced. My presence causes concrete to rot, steel to rust, and lumber gets reduced down to a corrupted pulp. I once wilted a flower by staring at it. Ask anyone, I’m horrible.

The damning realization that I actually enjoyed the solitude of the Pandemic is currently messing with me. I always said that what this City needs is a good plague, and my wish came true. Thereby, COVID is all my fault.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I’m tired. Tired of arguing. Tired of listening to paranoid conspiracy theories. I’m tired of virtue signaling, tired of public rhetoric that is abandoned in private, and tired of those who project the “shiny happy people” trope. I’m also tired of the perennially angry, the unfocused, those who cannot forecast the consequences of their actions. I’m tired of the ground permanently shifting around under my feet, and tired of reacting to other people’s bad decisions. Tired.

I’m especially tired of everyone wanting something from me that they did nothing to earn. Duplicitous status whores, false potentates, graven idols – that’s what I see everywhere I look. Gah.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The only solace for me is when I’m alone and behind the camera. This is the latest iteration of a certain shot I’ve been chasing, depicting the 7 entering the Queens Plaza station on the elevated tracks. This one counts as “almost” and I won’t be satisfied until I manage to get the crimson and orange sky shot I’m yearning for. I keep on missing that one, which in the last week alone I was denied from chasing it by a series of evening meetings which kept me here at HQ in front of the computer.

It’s all dissolution and death ahead of me, nothing matters anymore.

Back next week, hopefully with a better mood and outlook, and lots of swell pix at this – your Newtown Pentacle.

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Written by Mitch Waxman

June 18, 2021 at 1:00 pm

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  1. Hate to rain on you parade. . . but even if you get that sky “right” with the 7 train, the Silvercup signage is too dominant. The eye goes to signage even when its confusingly backwards.

    georgetheatheist ... see here!

    June 18, 2021 at 4:32 pm

  2. Plus IMHO the Manhattan skyline behind the train is an absolute aesthetic disaster. I wish you well and hope you can pull it off.

    georgetheatheist . . . see here!

    June 18, 2021 at 7:30 pm

  3. My, my, someone is in a foul mood.

    So, after reading this compendium of disillusionment and octogenarian crankiness, I wonder now who is really the evil black raven here?

    Well anyway, chin up there, little buckaroo. That AT-6 Texan looks in need of a good resto and would probably make a spectacular Mitchmobile. We could tow it out of the lot back to the Pentacle HQ.

    As the AT-6’s were only trainers and had no armaments, it should be safe enough for your use.

    Donald Cavaioli


    June 22, 2021 at 4:25 am

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