Every time I done something that doesn’t feel right, it’s ended up not being right.
Month: March 2017
Mario Cuomo on how to teach
I talk and talk and talk, and I haven’t taught people in fifty years what my father taught me by example in one week.
RIP Jimmy Breslin: in memory from his novel The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight
Baccala is one of the many Mafia bosses who generally are depicted as controlling sprawling businesses. He has been involved in a number of legitimate enterprises. At one time he was one of the city’s largest dress-manufacturers. He used threats, acid, and non-union help. People in the garment industry referred to a Baccala dress as “the buy or die line.” The chief assistant in the dress factory, Seymour Lipman, had a brother-in-law named Dave, who also was in the garment business. Dave sold Seymour material. It took four sets of books to do it, but Seymour Lipman and his brother-in-law Dave wound up with houses in Miami. Baccala was losing eighty cents each time he sold a dress. At the first-anniversary party for his dress business, Baccala arrived at the factory with a can of gasoline in each hand.
In another business venture, Baccala and his chief of the East Harlem mob, Gigi off of 116th Street, entered into what they felt would be a gigantic stock-swindling operation. They were doing business with, they were assured, complete suckers. “High-class Protestant people, what could they know?” Gigi off of 116th Street said. Then the high-class Protestants went to Nassau for a week. Baccala and Gigi suddenly lost $140,000 each in the market and were indicted for illegal trading in potato futures.
After being arraigned, Baccala growled, “I shoot-a somebody, but first I gotta find out-a who I shoot-a and what for I shoot-a him.”
It cost him another $35,000 in legal fees before the indicment was dismissed.
But as money makes geniuses of all men, Baccala is known as an immensely successful real-estate holder in Brooklyn. The first thing a Sicilian in America seeks is property. This is a reaction to centuries of peasantry. Baccala’s first money went for a small house with a back yard in Canarsie. He planted fig trees in the back yard and when it got cold he covered them with tar paper and put paint cans on the tops of the trees. This, along with religious statues and flamingos on the front lawns, is the most familiar sight in an Italian neighborhood.
from Pardon This Slight Distraction by Raul Rivero
A man is always a bit of his past,
his first moments, his first blow to the face.
translated by Katherine M. Hedeen
Plum Blossoms by Wang Mian (translation)
Mary Tang’s translation of Wang Mian on her blog Life is But This
A Miscellany on the Garden of Autumn Clouds: Peach-Blossom Pond by Sung Wan
Green water reflects scales of bright red;
Weeds and algae appear as clear as in a mirror.
When the fisherman rapped on his boat,
I thought it was petals falling.
translated by Yin-nan Chang
Random Poem on the lake by Sung Wan
Of mountain scenery, the Southern Screen is best;
Its atmosphere misty, half is hidden, half is there.
A small skiff moors in the winding pond;
Pelicans rest under withered willow trees.
Clouds rise up and a thousand peaks are thrown together;
The sky clears and a single pagoda stands alone.
With inspiration come thoughts of distant views;
Melodies from a Tartar flute fill West Lake.
translated by Yin-nan Chang
A Deep-Sworn Vow By W.B. Yeats
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
Plum Blossoms by Lu You (translation)
Mary Tang’s translation of one of my favorite Sung Dynasty poets on her blog Life is But This
from Lost Words by Carilda Oliver Labra
My eyes cross with the flowers I invent,
with the clouds,
nailed to this ship that took me for a castaway.
translated by Katherine M. Hedeen