Monday, October 29, 2012

Sunday, October 28, 2012

In Plain Sight

You don't have to travel to outer space to find morons. They gather all around like drops of water and they seek their own level in various forms of low level playing fields.

To the extent that you disassociate from bottom feeders and remove them from your visual field and your interactive social dynamic, you empower your own intelligence.

“Intellect is invisible to the man who has none” - Arthur Schopenhauer

addendum: Sadly, I had to once again reduce the parameters of my socialization group. I need to stay in my demographic, cannot suffer fools. It insults my own intelligence.

a tour of Rome

I started to travel abroad in 1971. I adored Rome. 

Saturday, October 27, 2012


and my favorite 



Fillmore Street, location of Six Gallery

City Lights Bookstore, next to Vesuvio


Speak to me in hushed tones
And tell me who stole the peaches
From the old backyard tree
The night I danced the fandango
In front of a closed automat.
As the humidity of that evening
Turned my hair a burnt sienna
An elastic lady teased, “Tsk tsk,”
Because the chartreuse slippers I wore
Were not even my own.

Siamese twins took turns
Stroking the belly of an insect
That rested on the sterling silver tray
I held in my outstretched left hand.
A fading fragrant French cologne-
Earlier a sweet elixir-
Melted under the neon lights
At the very moment
The tattooed film director
Held a lit match to her cigarette
And started a small fire.

And the charlatan I once loved
Did a few fancy smart steps and knew,
As usual, I would forget.

© 2010 Marjorie Levine

Banff, Jasper, and Lake Louise

Friday, October 26, 2012

them's fightin' words

I was given advice long ago: "take the high road." Do not respond to those who try to create with you a dynamic of conflict after you have chosen silent distance.

If you choose passive resistance, do not be drawn into altercations by those who visibly turn against you in anger. All they succeed in doing is validating you were correct to exclude them from your life. They confirm your actions were right.

Silence speaks volumes. The Shield of Gardol should always be in place and remember this: only those in life who you value have the ability to impact you. Don't let negative people rent space in your head.

The naysayers pass through your life like bottom feeders, and then float away like flotsam and jetsam.

"Nobody can hurt me without my permission.” Mahatma Gandhi

The Good Life

Oh, those glorious days at the Las Vegas Stardust Hotel!

it's in his nature

from Magic City:

from The Crying Game:


inspired by Kerouac and the Beats:

by Marjorie J. Levine

Almost dusk:
Last summer on one Wednesday, in July,
I sat on a bench, a grey wooden tired
Bench on a boardwalk out at old Long Beach.
In the sky a lonely and lost grey kittiwake tipped
As the hot pink sun set in blazing technicolor over
Hot pinkish sand and the fading blue ocean water.

That morning:
I had thought about seeing great art...
Vermeer, or Courbet, or maybe Monet.
But, I drove to the beach instead to think
To think about everything creative that had been
Created before I got here, and when I was here,
And what will be created when I leave this place.
When one day I leave my place and all places in my
Consciousness that is now in this time and was
At a past time and will be in some next time;
Maybe all time exists at the same time.
The great minds of theoretical physicists search
For the "Theory of Everything" as they sit
In their cluttered rooms, their great thinking rooms.
In universities, they ponder the mathematical equations
And Schrodinger's cat and all those mysteries.

In the evening:
It is during the quiet and still and sad night when
I miss most the people I never met:
Edie Beale, and the Rat Pack, and even Rod Serling
Who made me want to time travel: to go back to simpler places
Like Nedick's, or the Belmore, or Bickford's, and Willoughby.
Then the longing, a longing when distant sounds and faraway
Foghorns drive thoughts to reflect on a life visible through some
Smoky cracked mirror, a haunted and haunting steamy mirror.
As I am sort of old now and getting older
There is a vague and odd feeling that I,
Like the kittiwake, somehow must have lost the way. 

© 2009 Marjorie Levine

Jack Kerouac, in forms

from Visions of Cody:
“I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream...”

from On the Road:
"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”

And this is the southwest corner of West 20th Street where: "Dean, ragged in a motheaten overcoat he bought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone..."

"and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again."

Chile, most artistically beautiful

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Musée du Louvre

I am aspiring to be: educated, productive, self-actualized... and to always run with lofty individuals whose intellect is higher than mine, artists from whom I can learn and who will inspire me.

I give you, The Louvre!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

NYC's Top 10 Reading Bars

Bruckner Bar and Grill, in the Bronx 

the list from the NY Daily News

"On the Road," USA release date

"The website of IFC Films confirmed that the United States release date for the film will be on December 21, 2012. It is simultaneously being released theatrically as well as on IFC Films video On Demand service."

It is interesting to note that they have chosen to enter it on cable TV pay-per-view the same day it is being released in theaters. So, I will watch it from my home.

It is also interesting that December 21, 2012 is the Mayan date of the end of the world. Or something like that.

It's all quite fitting. I cannot think of a better way to die: at home watching the film, "On the Road." 


from May to December...

from Paris, with love

This is where my darling Marco and I dined today....

And we strolled the Port des Tuileries...

And we shopped along the Champ Elysees...

More pics will be placed here in the days to follow. Stay tuned.

Book Club

 Cloud Atlas

And here is a themed companion piece: 

a review of Cloud Atlas, the film, in The New Yorker

And one reviewer in the Huffington Post expresses his opinion.

NYC's Houdini Museum

about the Houdini Museum in the NY Daily News

David Amram at Symphony Space

David Amram at Symphony Space

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Miss Subways meet

new Transit Museum show

Former Miss Subways inside a vintage subway car:
Ellen Hart Sturn, Peggy Byrne, Maureen Walsh Roaldsen and Enid Schwarzbaun.

A Networking Event

from January 2012:

 Last night, I went to an excellent networking event at Sardi's. It was hosted by my TTN. During the mingle... I met Ellen, the Ellen of Ellen's Stardust Diner. She was also a Miss Subways, and you can view photos of her at the website. She is charming and a delight!


The event honored empowered and active women, women who realize it is never too late to reinvent themselves after one successful career has ended. Look at me! After 35 years of teaching, I am retired from that career and I still pursue my hobby of stand-up comedy. And now I am a cartoonist. I am told my cartoons are whimsical and Thurberesque! Am I am the total Basquaiat of the cartoon world? The heavy traffic to my blog is making the toons an internet viral sensation! (I adore tongue-in-cheek self-effacing humor)

This is the interior of the private event room of Sardi's.

And here is Ellen in a photo taken last night. She looks incredible and she is as beautiful as the day she was named "Miss Subways."

This was the rainy night view from the window of Sardi's. You can see the marquee of the Broadhurst Theater, displaying Al Pacino starring in "Merchant of Venice."

Lost and Found

posted by member:

  The Spin Doctors

  Education By Smoke and Mirrors

  Gifted Students Under Fire

  Traveling Incognito

  the Brobdingnagian man

  appearing at The China Chalet

  at The Eagle Tavern

  on blackouts and such

One World Kids

posted by member:

One World Kids, from Marjorie Levine's class (5-406)

A Page from her mother’s life

published by a member:

Angelica Page waited a long time to do “Turning Page,” her solo show about her actress mother. 

from the NYPost.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Reginald Marsh

posted by member:

Reginald Marsh in the NY Daily News

"Swing Time," the book, features renditions of Reginald Marsh’s works. The book will be followed next summer by a retrospective exhibit at the New-York Historical Society.

"Girls on Fourteenth Street" was done by Marsh in 1934.