Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: In Syria

Entrance for Souq Al Hamidiyya - Damascus by Khalid Almasoud

Entrance for Souq Al Hamidiyya – Damascus by Khalid Almasoud

 

Missed Connections in Brooklyn

In Syria

As real as a gutter ball we fall strike three
into the dirt and forever
hurt

it’s been 3 years of dust and pain
filled with broken hearts
and dirty
rain

and i heard him say freedom
is just another
word

in a car commercial, before
he was inadvertently
tossed

and forever lost somewhere
between a memory
and
nowhere

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Mindgallery revisits his “Accidental Carmelization” poem (which was widely circulated and commented on when I first found it on the Brooklyn feed in 2011) to speak to the seemingly never-ending violence and horror in Syria. Khalid Almasoud’s 2005 photo of the Souq Al Hamidiyya in Damascus is exquisitely lush and peaceful; detailing a brief moment in a beautiful day. I cannot bear to search online to see what it may look like now, nearly 9 years later.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Avocados

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Missed Connections in Brooklyn

Avocados

No Religion, Only Love
I have no religion
The one I have is in the lock box
Love is the closet form of prayer
It’s around every corner, waiting, wanting

Love can start anywhere
On line at the post office
On the C train headed to Penn Station
Shopping for avocados in the market

Even if your heart has been splintered
In a million shards of scrap
Go to the lost and found
The clerk might be holding flowers

Live, Lust, Dream, Laugh
Smile through dark clouds
Pet a dog, give money to those with less
Love yourself, Make this the day ……

 

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SETI’s “Beacon” is a great video and soundtrack to accompany our Brooklyn poet’s words of hope and mystery. We are all inter-connected whether we want to be or not, so why not approach it with open eyes and open mind? What unfolds can be truly spectacular (or at least interesting) if we allow ourselves the experience – even when shopping for avocados.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Conversations In The Wind Tunnel

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Munich Subway Tunnel by John Hietter

 

Missed Connections in Brooklyn

Conversations In The Wind Tunnel

Is there any sauce
What would Andy Griffith say
The moon was supposed to be full
I wanted more, more or less
Yesterday was one of those days
And when the walls came tumbling in, i went outside
And i’ll huff and puff and I could be somewhere else
For what it’s worth

- Write it down so you don’t forget

 

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If you spend any amount of time walking through the tunnels and platforms of a subway, you’ll hear snippets of all sorts of conversations. Happy, sad, amusing, angry, banal, and downright incomprehensible. It’s pure, unadulterated found poetry that disappears as quickly as it hits the air. If all the voices, sounds, and spoken words were kept like layers of dirt in the ceiling and floor tiles of a train station, what a cacophonous memory that would be!

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Gone With The Wind

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  Missed Connections in Brooklyn Gone With The Wind walking through a graveyard of empty storefronts we tried to find a place to buy more time and the old is new again, like a church vesper vaporized into eternity or like the time i’d lean my arm outside the car window so i could feel […]

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Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: We Were Married For Three Days In 1989, And I Saw You On The Subway

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Her Two Cents Talk about words traveling fast! This missed connections story (true? only you can decide) was posted to the Brooklyn MC early yesterday afternoon. By evening, it had been picked up by a blogger at the lifestyle website, Elephant Journal, and was being shared via all the social media channels (which is how […]

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