Monday, July 31, 2023

Wayno REVISITED

UPDATE, this from January 2010:



I had a late lunch today today with Wayno Draino at a diner in Manhattan. We spoke for a long time and there is much to write so this interview will be put up in parts.

Wayno was born in Bayonne, NJ. He declares: "I was born under the smokestacks of Bayonne, and that is why most people think I have brain damage now. At the hospital, the birthing room is underneath the smokestacks and when the babies are born they get that toxic injection of smoke to prepare them for living in Bayonne. If they don't, they can die within a month." Wayno says the air in Bayonne is 60% nicotine. He grew up on a cul-de-sac, 75 feet from a chemical container. When he was a kid, he used to play "hide and go seek" and hide on top of the tank. But, "it is really tough to hide when you are glowing."

Wayno was an illustrator who did not really play with other kids because he was very introverted. He says in Bayonne everybody was beating each other up all day long. He learned to play hockey and football not because he wanted to be a great sports man. He liked tackling and punching the other kids.

He always was looking for friends... so when he was a teenager he was sitting around on the docks at his Long Beach Island summer home and everybody was real quiet. You could hear the crickets. He was introverted, but he started talking. The more he talked, the more the girls liked him. He would tell stories about his life; his wild and crazy days. He was overly animated and added punchlines and would "crack everybody up." It was an amazing feeling getting everybody in the group to laugh. He felt "connected to humanity" which is a feeling he almost never had. He was truly happy when he saw people around him laughing and that is why he began doing stand-up. And comedy is also a defense mechanism that helps him get through miserable days. It was very dark and industrial in the part of town in which he grew up and Bayonne was "not a very happy place." 

Wayno said his whole family was in the TV business. His father was a film editor for CBS and at the end of his career he had his own film editing company that edited TV commercials. Early in his career, Wayno was a "shock" comic to get the attention of the audience. I met Wayno in about 1988 at the Eagle Tavern,  which was located on West 14th Street in NYC. The pub had great comedy open mic nights for beginners, and this is Wayno from 20 years ago doing stand-up. We got along and became friends, and Wayne cast me as his mother in his film, which he said I could call "Challenged Superheroes." It actually had another name.... and Wayne laughed when I told him I was changing the name of the film for this blog. Anthony Ribustello was also in the film. Wayno told me the film in which I appear will soon be up on YouTube. I still can remember my first line: "Hey everybody, Wayne's here." And Wayno reminded me that I was in the illustration of the film for his "New Underground Magazine."

We went on to discuss Dan Aykroyd's "Out There" show.  Wayno Draino worked for the show as a graphics and animation producer for 6 weeks. After 60 shows were recorded, the show was cancelled. 

Wayno is indeed outrageous and he went on to tell me how his "doodling" got him into some recent trouble on a plane. I was really laughing. He certainly has a way of telling a great story.

Wayno Draino has given written permission for all of his art work (posted below) to appear at this blog.



Sunday, July 30, 2023

SERIOUSLY




In all seasons here

Time bends to the azure sea

But leaves me paler


© Marjorie J. Levine 2023

Saturday, July 29, 2023

BLUE SKY WHITE SNOW





White driven soft snow with no direction had fallen 

On a cold settled January bitter remorseless day

And I left a familiar road to go crawlin'

Along this path with bare trees that was called Destination Way.


Under soft clouds and a crisp defined blue high sky

I left small footprints and then saw a face in a window

Reminding me it was a time long ago that I had said good-bye

To that old streetlight which was still there to curate a change to sow.


© 2023 Marjorie J. Levine




Sunday, July 23, 2023

at THE MET FIFTH AVENUE

Berenice Abbott's New York Album 1929


City Hall and Brooklyn Bridge Vicinity, Manhattan




Chinatown, Mott Street Vicinity, Manhattan



Reliable Play Figure Company Shop Windows, Lower East Side, Manhattan




Financial District, Wall Street Vicinity, Manhattan




Financial District and Lower East Side, Manhattan



Madison Square Park, Third Avenue and Ninth Avenue Elevated Train Lines, Manhattan







Saturday, July 22, 2023

at HB Studio with Robert DeNiro




In 1965, I attended HB Studio and was enrolled in a scene study class. James Patterson was the teacher. Robert DeNiro was my acting partner. We did a scene from The Diary of Anne Frank: I was Anne and Robert DeNiro was Peter van Daan. 

Over they years, I continued off and on at HB Studio... and Bill Hickey became my favorite instructor. Sam Groom told me I could find a lot of work in acting, but I never wanted to leave the stability of my day job.


In about 2010, I was once again at HB Studio, but that time it was to read three of my poems. I received the best reaction from: 




WHAT WAY TO GO TODAY



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



When I left HB Studio on that day in 2010, I was filled with nostalgia and I remembered back to 1965 when the view west on Bank Street was very different. The Hudson River was blocked by the West Side Elevated Highway:











Friday, July 21, 2023

VIEWS IN AFTERTHOUGHTS


This was the first spot

Where I saw the pale stranger

Then he went away 




In the light right here

I returned to the same place


Where I first met him



The water under 


The distant high silver bridge


Spoke of profound loss




© 2023 Marjorie J. Levine

Thursday, July 13, 2023

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

THE HORIZON





TOPEKA CAN BE WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE




Topeka in sun
Will soon change to Topeka
In white crystal snow 

©  2023 Marjorie J. Levine








ON THE DICK CLARK SHOW

It was April 12, 1958 and there I was: in the audience of Saturday night's Dick Clark Show! I remember that is exactly where I sat and oh, the excitement when Dick Clark entered The Little Theater. What a joy to find this episode on YouTube! 







Thursday, July 6, 2023

from ROAD TRIPS



THE EMPTY PARK


You returned in the still quiet to 

Dyker Beach Park and sat in the 

Glare of broad daylight 

Under the old night street light.


You lost parts of yourself as I did 

When moments tumbled away 

When so many of us went away.


That was the place where the 

Chipped pieces of our button candy 

Melted into washed swirls of abstract art …


Where yesterday’s bumpy seesaw,

Broken now, points to a tired and 

Rusty jungle gym where you chased me

As if catching me would be a brass ring. 


The benches where the old grandmas sat

And gossiped about the cuckold

Are empty now and dirty snow has

Collected on the path where strollers

Stood at attention waiting to be pushed 

All the way home.


You returned for seven days:

As if sitting shiva would

Give you sweet solace and comfort 

And bring you closer to 

Something that once was. 


©  2020 Marjorie J. Levine



Wednesday, July 5, 2023

NORTH



HAIKU

Red house in grey sky
Who sleeps next to those branches
In the dim soft light

© 2023 Marjorie J. Levine

 

THE BEND IN THE VIEW



 

HAIKU


I think who lived there

So long ago would shed tears

To see this new view


© 2023 Marjorie J. Levine

THIS VIEW, FOR WHOSE EYES







HAIKU

This unbroken view
Caught my eye in October
One light day at dusk

© 2023 Marjorie J. Levine 




Sunday, July 2, 2023

THE TREE


Decades ago, I had a little tree in my backyard

And waiting so long for it to grow was very hard.


I waited many years for that tree to grow so tall and complete

And I loved how it appeared in the summer concrete heat.


When I looked out of my window, all I saw were washes of solid green

Only a few others could even understand what that image could mean.


Much to my dismay, one day I heard a racket and that tree was cut down

And nothing was the same with the image of the green gone from my side of town.



© 2923 Marjorie J. Levine