This is a zine I put together a few months ago with poems and art based on my travels throughout The Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, Manhattan and Newark. The poems are inspired by observations and one in particular, The Rationale, is based on common justifications for not helping the homeless. It's about how we turn our discomfort into anger and prejudice when we see a street-homeless person whose existence forces us to confront injustice.
Made some construction paper pals for a tropical party
I hate to give this stupid, reckless notion any more oxygen, but look how fucking ridiculous this is:
Hey Yankee fans, Vote GG for the final spot in the Major League Baseball All Star Game presented by Carfax !
happy fourth of july
from a hundred-year-old, parapet-less rooftop where we're all pretty high and hammered up here holding our flaming sticks while lighting explosives in the dark watching drunk neighbors fly remote control helicopters – henceforth known as drones – at roughly eyeball level to get a better Instagram story of the professional fireworks only slightly further away.
A group of young artists working with the Bronx's DreamYard are painting a mural on the Step Street near East 165th St. and Third Ave yesterday afternoon.
According to the Dreamyard website, the organization "collaborates with Bronx youth, families and schools to build pathways to equity and opportunity through the arts."
The young people told me this mural, which will feature a honeycomb design, represents the Blue Winged Warbler, a BX native.Read More
In Winter 2009, I was napping after a long day following a long night and thought it wouldbe funny to start a blog about sitting on things. So I sat at my computer and started a blog called Sit On Things – a bizarre, kinda funny site that used 'sitting on shit, mundane and weird" as a vehicle for riffing on politics, religion, pop culture and some other stuff.
Commitment really terrified me – or at least triggered some serious energy-sucking anxiety – back then so I stopped updating the blog after a few months. But I loved that weird website and quitting it has nagged me for MORE THAN EIGHT YEARS so a few weeks ago, I resurrected Sit On Things.
Here are my three modern posts so far:
Paranoia, paranoia everybody's coming to get me: On Pole sitting, pillar hermits and Harvey Danger
Sittin on a bee can get you killed out here: On Ferdinand the Bull
You'll need to sit down for this: On cliches
Broadway, Manhattan's longest street, traverses the entire length of the island. Its varied religious sites reflect the character, culture and history of the diverse people and neighborhoods all smushed together inside the world's greatest city.
From Inwood at Spuyten Duyvil Creek and the Bronx, the famous street heads south through Washington Heights and Harlem before pivoting east at the tip of Central Park, cutting through Times Square (briefly becoming the Great White Way) and terminating near Wall Street and the Staten Island Ferry.
I recently walked South along Broadway to document the religious sites as a way to represent neighborhood change and demographics. Some sites, like the imposing Downtown churches, reflect the city's colonial history, while others, like the storefront iglesias and botanicas, represent the city's Spanish-speaking residents. The African Burial Ground National Monument honors the men, women and children subjugated and oppressed even as they built this new society. Even the Atheist stencial in SoHo captures some smart-ass New York rebellious.
There are several religious sites – including mosques, temples and churches – on side streets right off Broadway. I chose to focus on the 28 sites accessible from Broadway.Read More
Woke up looking out the window into Queens and all those pleasantries:
Woodhaven Woodside Ridgewood Sunnyside;
Beaches, Points, Parks, Gardens, Hills.
The lead paint chipping off the factory cross the street
trickles into the sewer with the rain.
Everyday there's a new mattress blocking the sidewalk at the bus stop.
The sad old man bar has a slot machine
that's 'sposed to be for fun.
Just ask the gambling addict.
I first met Queens idling in line outside the Shea parking lot.
Lotsa deconstructed cars, you know?
There's a junkyard in a forest on toppa a mountain in my hometown
and I always thought, this is here to stay forever, huh?
Just because one hoarder couldn't get enough carburetors
and so he 'ccumulated several acres of doorless car carcasses.
People mock real estate developer spin:
East Williamsburg, Something or other Heights
Do you know that "Blissville" in Queens
Borders a toxic creek? It's just poison factories
And a crowded field where formaldehyded beings
How do we know if a building fits the aesthetic and culture of a neighborhood? Who's to say? Seems like it's up to the people of the neighborhood. Not some developer who trumpets hollow talking points about abstract cultural influences. Not the new arrivals for whom the building was built and who, yeah, might think a building fits the area's aesthetic because it fits the only aesthetic they've ever known – they didn't experience the brick townhouses before the introduction of glassy prefab slabs. They have no memory and little stake.
In neighborhoods choked and sabotaged by derelict governments and ignored by private investors, we hail modern, somewhat radical buildings that serve the community – for example, some of the funkier supportive housing developments for formerly homeless adults and families like Breaking Ground's Boston Road. The new apartments feature foreign colors and materials or tower above the old, but people tend to consider them progressive and as indicators of investment (which they are).Read More
The disorienting adventures of a social worker who envisions himself as more highly evolved – and with 'it' all figured out. [Inspired by real events]
We pulled into Penn Station and rushed off the train.
On the ivory tile, we noticed a stain.
A man on the floor like a spill or a smudge,
Which we all stepped around – the man didn't budge.
The manager knocked on the maintenance door,
And told them ‘Go clean up the mess on the floor.’
The janitors sick of such mopping and sweeping
Propped up a sign that said Caution: Man Sleeping.
I drew some social media content for Othello: The Remix, the Q Brothers' awesome and funny hip hop adaption of Shakespeare's Othello. This play was definitely near and dear to my heart (since I love Shakespeare X Rap fusion) and I enjoyed watching it, learning about the cast and then drawing them.
Here are three pieces I contributed: