The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

crystal coldness

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Tuesday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

April 22nd was yet another moment in my life where an absolute hatred of the incompetence and “ass covering” which describes the governance and agencies of the City and State of New York blossomed within my chest. A red hot flower of rage.

Fill in the blanks, again, for your weekly “29th street in LIC is collapsing into Newtown Creek” post – Nothing XXXXXXX matters, and XXXXXX cares.

Want to know how Newtown Creek, and in fact all of NY Harbor, have ended up in the state they’re in, this is how.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

As it turned out, I had arrived here when a particularly low tide was in effect, and you can really see what’s going on with this bulkhead.

The roadway is being undermined by all of this. That chain link fence used to be about fifteen feet from the edge, about a year ago.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The abandoned oil barges have been here a lot longer, of course. When I first showed up on the Creek about fifteen years ago, I was told that these barges had been here since for twenty plus years. That makes 35 years, by the way, during which…

35 years ago, Ronald Reagan was President of the United States. There was a Soviet Union. Ed Koch was the Mayor.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This crap might qualify as a historic ruin at this point.

As I’ve said many times in posts about this subject – Bah!

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Regardless of the comforting blanket of outrage, and disappointment at the government’s absolute inability to do anything at all without there being a luxury condominium involved, one continued on his scuttle.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The tree. It’s all and only about the tree.


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Written by Mitch Waxman

June 7, 2022 at 11:00 am

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  1. The beloved tree. Always reminds me of a 60’s song…

    Outside my window is a tree
    Outside my window is a tree
    There only for me
    And it stands in the grey of the city
    No time for pity for the tree or me

    Written by a husband and wife team. He, a philanderer, was shot to death by his wife. She got off. No reports as to the status of the tree.

    Liman

    June 7, 2022 at 2:41 pm

  2. […] mirror,” “ugly trifles,” “torture of,” “verdant valleys,” “budding branches,” “crystal coldness” all tracked and followed the […]


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