HALLOWEEN LOBBY

 

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THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN

TWO AUTUMNS

All that is visible really are his wide round eyes. They are open in the darkness of the cool night air and all I could hear in the stillness were the sounds of crickets or an occasional car passing on the lonely road by the front gate. 

That's my friend, we can call him "Mr. Whiskers." He has a home, a room he rents, but he sleeps in a cemetery on the edge of the town. He has a calm way about him, a kind polite manner, and he speaks softly about basic things but he is not mundane.

He loves being in that quiet cemetery, falling asleep under the stars and he has a dignity about him that draws me in. He talks to me of the history of the town and how in the daylight he walks around reading about soldiers who are buried there and visiting monuments that he can see if he climbs the road to a high hill. 

So autumn is here and as others sleep in homes behind trees that have leaves turning to bright yellow, deep red, and fiery orange... he rests waiting for morning: as another day unfolds and more continues in his personal journey and his own particular story that I wanted to share. 

The "mad ones" don't have to enter screaming, and they can burn softly... but I have always been drawn to those who live on a road less traveled and who are interested in different views. Just because.

THEY LIVED HERE

 Jack Kerouac, West 20th Street, NYC

Louise Bryant, Patchin Place, NYC

Emma Goldman, East 13th Street, NYC

James Whitcomb Riley, Indianapolis, Indiana

"T" is Dead.... Again

This piece below was written in June of 2007:

"T" is Dead!

I watched several times "Made in America" on HBO On Demand... which was the controversial and confusing last episode to the phenomenal series "The Sopranos." Many fans were disappointed and even angry that the series did not come to a more satisfying conclusion with more clear closure. It was so layered with different innuendos and possibilities that some diehards referred to the last episode of "The Sopranos" as the Zapruder film of TV finales. But, now I am even more convinced than ever that my initial impressions and interpretations are valid.

The textured theme for the entire run of this series has been the meaning of life and the afterlife. "You probably don't even hear it when it happens, right," Bobby asks Tony in "Soprano Home Movies" when they are out in his little boat on the lake. That one line was a nuanced foreshadowing in terms of the final scene of "Made in America" which opens with the soundtrack of a funeral dirge and then moves along to the family dinner at Holsten's. A suspicious guy in a Members Only jacket enters the restaurant and he nervously looks around. We are thinking he could be dangerous. When he gets up to go to the bathroom, the tension that has been building is unbearable. And all of this is happening while Meadow unsuccessfully attempts several times to park her car. Just as she runs across the street, Tony hears the bells as the restaurant door opens and he looks up and seems startled. Then, the infamous quick and unexpected cut to a dark and silent screen that lasts for about 20 seconds before the credits roll. "What the fuck?" we all initially thought. And all across America customers were calling their cable companies.

After I calmed down, I realized Tony Soprano got whacked by the guy in the Members Only jacket! In his death there was no lighted "Inn at the Oaks" filled with deceased family members, no big answer to "where am I going," and no insight into his desert revelation, "I get it." There was no validation to Paulie's spiritual hallucinations and no parallel experience to Christopher's vision of hell when he was in a coma. Carmela was wrong... Tony did not go to hell. And even Bill Burroughs got it wrong in his monologue that was used in the opening segment to Season 6. The blank and silent screen at the very end implies Mama Livia was right all along! "It's all a big nothing," she told AJ. How funny is that? In my book, that's surreal, mind-boggling, and ultimately amazing. The series ended in great irony and dark comedy.

My jaw drops open at that final 20 second blank screen each time I see it. David Chase has to be disappointed that people reacted so negatively at first to his masterpiece. They did not "get it," so maybe it was a bit too esoteric. But it remains a twist so bizarre, so richly funny, so blended with the theme of the entire series, that "I just can't shake it." In the end, Mama was right and "It's all a big nothing!"

"T" RIP.

In June 2007, I sat shiva for Tony Soprano.

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THE NEW WINDOW

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and a chain upon the gate." from Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.

And last night, I had that dream again.  I was in my old childhood house.

I was looking out of a new window that was never a window in my old house. The street in the dream did not look like the street in this picture which is the street in Autumn.

On that street in my dream the view had changed to a soft pink and blue. As twilight descended, snow was falling. As I peered south, soon the road was covered in a white blanket that seemed oddly soothing and comforting. This was not a blurred vision, it was a sharp image with crystal clarity. I could even look up and see, through the falling snow, some stars appearing which for so long had not even been visible to me. 

Everything that came before no longer mattered; I was so happy to be someplace else, to be home where I seemed to belong. I wanted to remain within that picture. 

And high above there was a plane taking passengers home too. When I awakened I wondered if that was what death is: a place where you go that seems so real and you just stay there. I gasped because it all seemed so easy.

COMING SOON!

My next book is the saga of my memories at the Women's House of Detention in NYC 1968. It won't be pretty. I was known as Large Marge and I was a force to be reckoned with. 

FAMILY SPOTS

Lakewood keeps lights on

The corners bend to the back

The back holds the dark

The bus was empty

An old man rode a blue bike

Red Bank faded back

© Marjorie J. Levine 2024

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