When my current pigeon parents (whose babies are now hearty & almost flying) were building their nest of twigs in front of my office door, I dropped a long piece of soft husk on the ledge for them. They did not use it but left it lying where I'd laid it. Now the nest has turned to a beaten-down black mass, with no individual twigs - except for the piece I left them, which is still laying to the side. The nest was never so well-constructed that an additional bit of material wouldn't have come in handy, but they weren't interested & clearly knew it was an interloping piece.
NauenThen
Monday Quote (nature girl edition)
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
~ John Muir
People too! As Jesse Colin Young sang, Come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together, try to love one another right now.
What I'm (not) listening to
What music is on your spotify or tapedeck or however you listen? I need some new songs! I'll check out anything anyone suggests. Doesn't have to be new. No parameters! Thank you!
Poets of the day
I could cheap out & just list the poets / writers born today: most notably Wiliam Butler Yeats, but also notably: Fernando Pessoa, Dorothy Sayers. Tony Towle, Todd Colby, Denise Duhamel. Oh the lines of a Gemini.
What have they in common? They are eating cake!
Except the dead ones, Pessoa, Sayers & Yeats.
A small triumph
I know perfectly well that every single day my beloved country gets closer to authoritarianism / fascism / a dictatorship, whatever you want to call it. My friend Steve is doing a fantastic job keeping us informed with his daily Notes from the Resistance. What I'm doing is giving myself (& possibly you, dear reader) a momentary break from fury /despair/ worry / &, for all I know, gloating, although I doubt that anyone I know is happy about the chaos & cruelty that is ravaging the U.S. right now.
Now my small triumph is going to seem even smaller, but here it is: my longtime laundry closed recently & the alternatives are far away, very expensive, or I had (ahem) already been 86ed from them. So I decided to go back to JJ's. Lou (the owner, now retired ~ his son is running the place) & I get along fine but his wife is insane; I'm far from the only one she has run out of there.
Today I wore a giant hat that pulled down over most of my face, had my kind neighbor go get quarters, & stumbled across the street with my stuff.
Success! My clothes are clean & off my mind till next time.
Rainy day visit to the Met
Naturally, I only go to museums 2 days in a row if someone is visiting, & off we went. The baseball card exhibit was small but we did make the acquaintance of catcher Matt Batts (1921-2013) & later I learned of a more recent Mat Batts (1991- ), who played 15 games in the Major League. The highlight of the visit was "Before Yesterday We Could Fly: An Afrofuturist Period Room," which imagines Seneca Village, razed to make way for Central Park, if it had been allowed to develop and thrive. The Native American art, some of it "FROM SOUTH DAKOTA (or north dakota)" was pretty great too. How are all those grass, horsehair, cane etc baskets and clothing so utterly pristine a hundre, 200 years later?
Rainy day visit to the Whitney

The usual mix of one very good show (Amy Sherald's portraits); one conceptual show, where the theory is more interesting than the art; and one boring up-and-comer. The floor with the permanent collection was closed but we sat for a long time in colorful Andirondack-style chairs dreaming into the misty Hudson, which was about as good as seeing the Hoppers.
Then a quick circuit of touristy Little Island & my resentment that the West Side gets all the cool new stuff.
Monday Quote
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
~ Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
Yeah, that's what we old people tell ourselves.
In the neighborhood
I was buying something at a New York store that has a few branches in the city - not a local place but not a big chain. Are you a student or teacher, the clerk asked. I was inspired to draw myself up & announce that I am a lifelong learner. He gave me the discount.
Poem of the Week
Topic Sentence
This poem is about people dying.
This poem is dying.
Dying is what people do.
I'm sad.
I'm hungry.
I'm distracted.
Natural stupidity writes everything now.
Natural stupidity writes everything down.
Dying is my last best hope.
I can change my mind.
Sox are not sex.
Split

It's the strange & unwieldy bifurcation of all the ordinary parts of life (brushing your teeth, going to the gym, what's for dinner) & the deeper parts (grieving, worrying about the government), along with time (everything existing simultaneously). How does it not make us all crazy. Or maybe we all are crazy.
Shavuot
The Jews are doing it wrong. Why aren't we selling the all-star holiday of Shavuot/s, which includes
* a poem in whacky, tongue-twisting Aramaic
* chanting the beautiful, haunting book of Ruth
* AN OBLIGATION TO EAT BLINTZES &/OR CHEESECAKE.
Can you top that? Why do people not know about it?
Monday Quote
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then - if ever - come perfect days.
I know, I know, I always center on this James Russell Lowell quote in June. So here's a timely bonus quote from this great 19th-century writer, abolitionist, critic, editor, diplomat, & poet;
Once to every man and nation
Comes the moment to decide
In the strife of Truth and Falsehood
For the good or evil side.
from The Present Crisis (1844) (thank you, Markos, for this)
Poem of the Week
Lightning Ahead
When I'm driving along the interstate
I like to look at clouds &
When I'm sitting still as well
What's your all-time favorite drug?
Is a terrific question for old friends or for people
You hope to get to know
Right now the clouds are bestowing their gift of rain
Other times their gift is shade &
Other times the curse of rain while I'm driving
However, in Orangeburg even the bananas are orange &
The egrets only visit when the sun goes down because
The law is out & they know what they did
We hydroplane across South Carolina, which
Is less amusing the second time just
Like those beans we ate last night
Lightning ahead!
O to live on Iron Mountain
Where your personal magnetism
Will hold us close
The rain drowns our conversation, which is inane,
But sincere
Which is even worse
Excuse me, ma'am, do you know
Your back window is down?
Oh shit! Thank you!
O to live high up
Up on Iron Mountain, now a marsh hill in the
Even Lower Country.
Elinor Nauen & Stephen Willis
5/29/25 ~ Steve's birthday