
Shipley Swamp Looking toward Nabnasset Lake, across the beaver pool
"Who has done his day's work? Who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me?" -- From "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman

A world on an old tree stump.
Here is an image I made recently while walking in the woods of East Boston Camps. The light coming through the trees caught me and I was fortunate to be able to capture it.
I am trying to develop a more personal vision. To capture what distracts me from the day-to-day, whether I think it will be attractive to others or not. I hope this image will turn out to be the first of many. You never know what to expect while on a walk — through the woods, in a village or a city. Surprise me, I say in hope and so I carry my camera as often as I can.

I read in today’s Globe that a grade school teacher observed that teaching about 9/11 is like teaching about the civil war. The kids in her class didn’t experience 9/11 so for them 9/11 is history. Is it becoming history — in that negative way that Henry Ford evoked when he said “History is bunk” — for us? Are we going to forget?
Have we already forgotten that none of the issues related to 9/11 have been resolved? As a nation we still don’t know what hit us or why. We have fought and still fight wars without satisfaction and without settling anything. We’ve apparently learned little.
The terrorists knocked down two symbols of American financial might. Recently some of the greatest financial firms were knocked down by their own stupidity.
I think these events are related. And unfortunately the destruction of financial institutions is out of the terrorist play book
That our financial system is structurally unfair and leaves many people disenfranchised and without hope is difficult to refute. The American middle class and above has been living in a dream world, disconnected from the realities of life for most people around the globe. The death and destruction of 9/11 could have awakened us to that reality. But it did not. The unfair economics of greed is still our way of doing business. The cruelty of structural violence and structural prejudice that crushes millions of people every day is unfelt by most of us living comfortable lives in the States.
Paul Farmer is one American who has fought structural prejudice for all of his professional life. He does this in Haiti and right here at home. We need more Paul Farmers and fewer chicken hawks who want to send unmanned drones to kill enemies and let the collateral damage fall where it may.
We have a volunteer army that relieves most of our children of sacrifice. Is this sensible given our situation? Or is military power any kind of solution at all? The last 60 years of our history tends to teach us that it is not. Perhaps instead of sending armies into places under distress we should be sending Doctors and agricultural and economic experts. Or volunteers like Joyce Tannian who learned from 9/11 that service to humankind would make her happy. She founded Water is Life Kenya and spends most of her time helping the people of Kenya live better lives by helping them have water; something both precious and scarce in Kenya. Before she decided to serve in this way, Joyce lived in Manhattan and on 9/11 learned a lesson — about what is important in life — well.
May God bless Paul and Joyce and may their numbers increase!
If our nation and people started to use power to help the helpless in the world instead of constantly trying to impose our will or “protect our interests around the world” — goals that reenforce structural violence against people — we might find that we would be loved by the same people who now hate or distrust us. Sounds like a dream? I think it is our only way forward. The military solutions of the last 60 years have not produced good results. Isn’t time to try something new?
In any case let’s not forget 9/11 — not until we learn what Paul knew along and what 9/11 taught Joyce.

Aurora and I saw Sunny Killoran with her group Sunny and Her Joy Boys at the Ecotarium in Worcester last Friday evening. The group was founded by Duke Robillard, a guitarist who I had not heard of before but I’m glad I know about him now. He apparently has a wide following and is the soul of the group (or so it seemed to me). The band was wonderful and Duke’s playing is great. The sound of the Joy Boys is like that of D’jango Reinhardt, the Gypsy Guitarist of the thirties. Paul Kolesikow played rhythm guitar and Jesse Williams was on standup bass so the group swung continuously in the same mode as D’jango’s group did. Billy Novick played alto sax and clarinet. Billy has a sweet sound and harmonized well with Sunny’s brilliant vocals — his solos made us want to hear more. What a fine group — all that was missing was Stéphane Grappelli’s violin!
Sunny really sang the blues! She sang some Billy Holiday numbers and channeled Billy beautifully. Her voice is gorgeous and well trained, and/but she sings with lots of feeling; her phrasing is exquisite. Light when the song is light and deeper, more emotional when the song and lyrics call for it. I loved all the songs she sang but “You’re my Trill” and ‘Travelin’ All alone” are favorites. The band swung in a relaxed yet vibrant way, as if the entire affair was effortless. What a treat to hear those great songs performed so well. We are looking forward to another evening of Sunny’s music very soon.
We bought the debut CD of Sunny and Her Joy Boys and have played it a lot already. Go to their web page for details.
http://www.myspace.com/dukerobillardpresentssunnyandherjoyboys

First of all Shepard Fairey’s exhibit at the ICA Boston is stunning visually, impressive politically and I want to see it again. Fairey is an artist of the streets who made it to the legit museum and gallery world. He graphically shows us how confused we are. Guns and roses, life and death, love and hate etc.
His arrest on the way to his own opening over an old graffiti rap was stupid and put Boston in a bad light. The local cops apparently didn’t know that their acions would be picked up around the world and that they would seem odd to most people who care about art. Sure private property needs to be protected but Fairey’s deal is that he can appropriate private property, use it to communicate his own, highly worthwhile message and he seems to expect to usually get away with it (“art is what you can get away with” saith the Warhol).
Well, I get it. His street work is clever and intriguing so I guess if he doesn’t tag my house I’m ok with his methods ;>) Or to put it another way, urban public spaces are usually enhanced by graffiti of this caliber. I guess. Its a matter of taste and will always be controversial.
Yeah but wait a minute — something strange happened on my way to the museum — Because I asked I was told that no photography of Shepard Fairey’s work would be permitted. In other words I couldn’t appropriate his stuff for, say my blog or even just to show my friends. Yet the brochure handed out at he museum said — “Know the words” — and the first word is “Appropriate!” Yep, that’s what Shepard does, but he doesn’t want any appropriations of his stuff. Is that fair or or does it even make sense?
So I only took one sneaky photo (see below). Also took some legit ones of the building and surroundings - shots of the architecture are ok according to the young man in black who sold us our tickets. (He was in black so he must be hip..)


It would be ironic to be arrested or kicked out for taking photos of Shepard Fairey’s work (which mostly have appropriated photos and other stuff in them) — know what I mean? What do you think?
(BTW — I pulled the ‘Obey’ tag from a random place on the internet. It is available world wide for your appropriation and delight!)

What has your life prepared you for?
For Philippe Petit his life prepared him for the wire walk between the Twin Towers of New York.
Sully Sullenberger’s life prepared him to land a airliner safely in the Hudson River saving the lives of 155 people.
A favorite story about Picasso sums this idea up very well.
Picasso was sitting at a table outside a Paris cafe. A woman came up to him and asked him to draw something for her on a napkin. He complied, doodling as only he could. After he quickly finished he requested the French equivalent of $5,000. Agast the woman said — “but it only took you 2 minutes!” Smiling, the great man replied — “no Madam, it took me my whole life.”
What has your life prepared you to do? Can you say it out loud? Do you think it is nothing important? If so I suspect you are wrong. I think there is something you are very well qualified to do, something quite important. Part of your qualification to do this is the life you have lived so far.
Do you know what it is? Tell me about it if you can.

I recently watched the movie about Philippe Petit’s miraculous tight rope walk between the Twin Towers of New York in 1974. The movie is wonderful, telling the story of Phillippe’s friends and their preparation as well as the actual walk — 45 minutes long in which he danced and cavorted 110 stories above lower Manhattan. An awe inspiring impossibility that came true. The Frenchness of Phillippe and the honesty of his approach to life shines through. Its a pity that no motion pictures where made of the walk but the stills are glorious.
(Image obtained from Wikipedia.)
When asked — over and over again — why he did it, he replied “there is no why. He reminds me of another favorite Frenchman of mine Henri Cartier-Bresson who said he was an anarchist. Him who found order everywhere he looked. But it was an aesthetic he said and perhaps a way of life. I think its the same for Phillippe.
A few days after I watched the movie a brilliant pilot – Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenberger – landed his plane in the Hudson river and all 155 on board lived to tell the tale.
So a question presented itself — are these two events linked in some way? Aren’t they both impossibilities? Don’t they defy the same laws of nature — gravity, chance, probabilities? Which is more impossible? Which required more skill? Which is more anarchistic?
What do you think?
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