Saturday, June 11, 2011

From The Archives: The NYC Slides, Part 2

By Jack Brummet
Chief Archivist



A couple of months ago, I began scanning a box of slides we have from the years 1973 to around 1983. I posted them on Facebook because many of the surviving subjects/participants are on there. I always intended to also put them on All This Is That. And, now, I am finally getting around to it. This new batch is from the years we lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn (1977-1982). Coming next, Bellingham, Seattle, and Europe.


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Jerry, Vicki, Kevin in the garden next doot yo 158 W. 84th St.

collaped lung/double pneumonia, 1977

Frances, 1978, in NYC

Jack, Cheryl, and Keelin outside a cabaret

Colin and Karen ??, NYC, 1977

Vicki and Jack on the subway

Pinky and Jack at work @ Carl Fischer, 62 Cooper Square

Keelin at a dairy restaurant in Chelsea?

Jack, Julius Caesar, and Kevin/Franco

Jack and Jack at 158 W 84th St

Colin Curran, 1966

Jack on the Brooklyn Promenade with WTC in the background

Keelin on our rooftop of our loft at 351 Jay Street

Vicki, Jack, and Jerry at 158

Jack and Mary Durkan-Jones outside our apartment on Chrystie Street near The Bowery
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Friday, June 10, 2011

From The Archives: The NYC Slides, Part 1

By Jack Brummet
Chief Archivist


A couple of months ago, I began scanning a box of slides we have from the years 1973 to around 1983.  I posted them on Facebook because many of the surviving subjects/participants are on there.  I always intended to also put them on All This Is That.  And, now, I am finally getting around to it.  This first batch is from the years we lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn (1977-1982).

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Parade in Brooklyn, shot from our fire escape at 324 Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn

Franco, Claudia Curran, Nick, and me at President Nixon's brownstone, 1980

Jack and Franco, late at night on the UWS

Me, Nick, and Franco on our stoop on West 84th Street

Me with a wonderful painting Pinky and Cheryl Loaned us for the entire time we lived on 84th St

Jerry Melin and Jan, Upper West Side, 1981

Me, with my gal and my pal.  In heaven, or what?

Keelin, across the street from our apartment in Brooklyn

Keelin, Jan, and Jack in Brooklyn

Franco posing near faux armor, NYC

Franco and Nick outside a theatre in NY?

Nick, Franco, Jack, and Topiary

Miya (heart)

'Moto. but not quote sure where...it probablyis not Manhattan

'Moto, Nick, Kevin, and Jack on our stoop @ 158 W. 84th St. NYC

Nick, 'Moto, and Franco aka Kevin

Sean, on our fire escape at the Atlantic Avenue Parade

Pinky, turning Japanese.
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Thursday, June 09, 2011

An angry letter to President Harry S. Truman, and an angry letter he seemed to take to heart

By Jack Brummet
Democratic Party Affairs Editor

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This angry letter was sent to President Harry Truman in 1953 by George Banning's father.  Banning was killed serving in the Korean War.

I'm sure Presidents at war get letters like this all the time.  Now, HST had a pretty thick skin, but something in this letter must have gotten under his skin.  When HST died some 20 years later, the letter--along with the Purple Heart Mr. Banning sent--was found in his desk.

Scan of this letter is courtesy of the Truman Library.
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Wednesday, June 08, 2011

The DeMerits


Getting to meet, and cook dinner for, Sooz's parents was awesome. I'd never spent time with a baseball player from the bigs before (John DeMerit played with the Mets and Braves with Hank Aaron and Warren Spahn the year they won the World Series). He had some great stories. And both of them were complete sweethearts (photo on my/Susan DeMerit's page).  This night also confirmed what I've always felt about my friends from the middle of the country:  salt of the earth.


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Alien Lore No. 208 - a sketch of two UFOs from Great Britain

This sketch is one of many documents the British government released in the last couple of years from their vast collection of UFO files.

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Ruins: The Temple of Apollo at Corinth, and the Corinth Canal

By Jack Brummet, Travel Editor

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This is a photo from our first trip to Greece.  It is a distant view, at dusk, of the ruins of the Temple of Apollo at Corinth.  And one of the first (of many) ruins I would visit over the next 30 years.  As beautiful as this is, Corinth is also the site of the pretty amazing Canal of Corinth (see photo below), which was completed in 1893.  It is a pretty amazing thing to see--and think about what they had to do in the late 19th century to remove all that rock.

After 14 months without visiting any ruins or ancient sites, I am getting itchy feet...

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Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Glenn Beck, Anthony Weiner, John Boehner and remembering back to when Edmund Muskie's crying speech ended his Presidential campaign

By Jack Brummet, Social Mores Editor


This is the year of the weeper, isn't it?  Thinking about Congressman Anthony Weiner's tear-filled confession/press conference today, it reminded me of a couple of other public weepers on the other side of the aisle--Glenn Beck and Speaker of the House John Boehner.


When did it become OK for politicians to cry? It wasn't so long ago (it happened in the first election in which I could vote) when public boo-hooing ended Edmund Muskie's candidacy for President. 

I guess Senator Muskie was just ahead of his time. 

The "Canuck letter" was a bogus letter to the editor (the notorious William Loeb) of the Manchester Union Leader, published just two weeks before the 1972 New Hampshire primary.  The letter implied that candidate Senator Muskie was prejudiced against French-Canadian Americans (an important constituency in Maine).  The letter writer claimed to have met Muskie and his staff in Florida and asked The Senator how he could understand the problems of African Americans, given Maine's almost non-existent black population. According to the letter, a staffer responded, "Not blacks, but we have Canucks." Muskie laughed at the remark.

After the letter appeared, Muskie gave a speech in front of the Union Leader's office that came to be known in political circles as "the crying speech."   In The Crying Speech, Muskie called publisher William Loeb a liar and took him to task for slurring the character of his wife Jane (the paper had also written that she was a heavy drinker and had a foul mouth).  Network news and the newspapers reported that Muskie wept openly during the speech.  David Broder, in The Washington Post, wrote that Muskie "broke down three times in as many minutes"; The CBS Evening News showed unflattering photos of Muskie's face at, or near, weeping.  No doubt helping unhinge Muskie was the fact that William Loeb had previously baited Muskie, calling him "Moscow Muskie," and a flip-flopper.

According to the Wikipedia (and I remember him saying this at the time), "Muskie later stated that what had appeared to the press as tears were actually melted snowflakes, the press reported that Muskie broke down and cried, shattering the candidate's image as calm and reasoned."

When The Senator was outed as a weeper, he was, natch, thought to be emotionally and dangerously unstable ("is this who you want negotiating the fate of the world with Leonid Brezhnev?"  

 


New Hampshire Democrats began to defect to George McGovern. Although Muskie beat McGovern  46% to 37%, the margin was far smaller than his campaign had predicted. McGovern now had momentum, and by the time of the Florida primary, Ed Muskie, the one-time front-runner, was Dead Man Walking. 

Marilyn Berger, a Washington Post staff writer, wrote that White House staffer Ken Clawson once bragged to her about authoring the letter, which Clawson immediately denied.   In October 1972, FBI investigators said that the Canuck Letter was part of a dirty tricks campaign against Democrats orchestrated by the Committee for the Re-Election of the President (CRP).  Loeb, publisher of the Manchester Union Leader, always said that the letter was not a fabrication (but he later had some doubts about its veracity).  The alleged letter writer, one Paul Morrison of Deerfield Beach, FLA was never tracked down, if he ever existed at all.
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Monday, June 06, 2011

Anthony Weiner: Dead Man Walking



In his delayed press conference this afternoon, Congressman Anthony Weiner said basically: I lied multiple times. I did it all. But, I'm not resigning.

#deadmanwalking
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Saturday, June 04, 2011

The vicissitudes of a train-wreck, or a project gone south

By Mona Goldwater, Business Editor


It's true.  I don't know how it works in your business, but out-of-control projects really can, and do, end up sludging through these, or similar, stages:

  • Uncritical Acceptance
  • Wild Enthusiasm
  • Dejected Disillusionment
  • Total Confusion
  • Search for the Guilty
  • Punishment of the Innocent
  • Promotion of the Non-participants

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Friday, June 03, 2011

One of the greatest poems of all time--Jubilate Agno by Christopher Smart: excerpt [For I will consider my cat Jeoffry]

By Jack Brummet
Poetry and Literature Editor

Jubilate Agno ("rejoice in the lamb") by Christopher Smart is one of my favorite poems.  This is probably the most famous part of the poem, and without a doubt, the great cat poem ever.  When I lived in NYC, I was lucky enough to attend a poetry reading celebrating a new edition of the book.  It was fantastic--I remember the readers included Robert Lowell, Muriel Rukeyser, Allen Ginsberg, James Wright, Robert Bly, Gerald Stern, Mark Strand, and many others, all taking a turn reading a chunk of the poem.

Jubilate Agno is a religious litany--a rollicking call and response poem based on the Hebrew poetry form of antiphonal responses.   In this section, instead of one line beginning Let... and the next line being For.. he went straight with the response...a wonderful piling up of imagery and thoughts on his cat.  This is by far the most famous section of the poem, although it is just 74 lines of the 1200 line poem.

If you love either poetry or cats, or both, you will enjoy this.   For me, this is where modern literature really began.  Kit Smart wrote this poem when he was confined to the rubber room between 1757 and 1763.  The poem was not published until 1939!


from Jubilate Agno
By Christopher Smart (1722–1771)

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually—Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.
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