There's A Place
Headphone Mix
A tribute for contribution
The serenity of Palmer Cemetery is shared by those who have passed and our daily Fishtown Community. Present day generation's have family members there at rest. We have neighbors memorialized that touched all of our hearts. The passing years have seen many soldiers finding their final rest here at home. Memorial Day is faithfully observed and honored by the Elm Tree Post No. 88, The American Legion and us Fishtown neighbors. Every year a Christmas tree joyfully light's up for everyone as the children's choir sings. Nature's seasonal beauty reveals itself here in the heart of Fishtown at Palmer Cemetery.
Historic Palmer Cemetery is a 501c3 Non Profit seeking your help in raising funds to help defray the cost of maintaining and caring for this piece of Philadelphia History.
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Sometimes it's the way it's heard
She shouted, "Go to hell."
It scared me.
It sounded like a marriage proposal.
words by roman blazic_all rights reserved
Please Mr. Postman
Headphone mix
You get a video
I live a double life of fact and façade
satisfied by no known standards when everything is new.
Again, everything is new that I once went through before.
My postscripts became longer than the letters I write.
Is it something I forgot? Is it something I remember?
It was that elder gentleman sweeping around the cemetery who had the best timing to drop the F-bomb where needed in our conversation. Neither one of us flinched.
Forget about that other stuff I wrote.
Keep the change
I have my moments when photographing something or someone. So do others. Facebook is the place to get your fill of a wide range of various quality and topical photos. One aspect of all of this is now and then my eye (aka ego) sees things differently than the original composition. It's "looking at clouds" as I define it. i.e. "Look at that cloud...do you see..." It's something I've been doing for my shots for years.
I acknowledge that doing this falls in the "who asked for your two cents" boundaries. I tell people that it's my genetic condition, creativity. No one has ever complained, not even me. I'm confident in doing this and the kindness of folks who don't comment because of my community stature. e.g. "he's not hurting anyone....some of them's nice."
I offer you no examples because they're not my pictures. It'd be like sampling and bragging that it's my own creation. I just show what's already there, beautiful things.
strictly entre nous
words by roman blazic
You Really Got A Hold On Me
Headphone mix
Hewson St and onward
The streets surrounding the playground and beyond have a new luster that transformed the identity of the neighborhood. It is now a new way to the future of Fishtown, East Kensington and Olde Richmond not how we remember it or imagined it. The mixture of permanent and transitory residents is expanding. The "Hillbilly High Rise" (zoning height codes) multi-unit is a newly prominent part of Fishtown's skyline and beyond.
It's best thinking about all this change in your own living room. (the map)
RUN !!!
One of the worst feelings to have is realizing that someone else will do what they can to avoid you. Chances are we miss or misinterupt earlier signs. Some times it comes out of the blue, the intensity doesn't remotely match up to your view of the circumstances. Who knows when the occasion is because the other person was thrown off guard? The sad part is that it all feels the same, not good at all.
It's best to leave that person upon that realization, feeling. It could quickly turn ugly because now you may find yourself in someone's spotlight as the (pick the prejorative) odd ball, weirdo, repulsive etc,.
Run ! Stay on the level ground that you understand. Swallow your pride if that's what it also takes. Don't hurt yourself. Don't hurt others. Things will work out....
....and now The Rutles
words by roman blazic_all rights reserved
It's just my way of conveying bittersweet
I wasn't lookin' to feel bad about anything or anyone but my sixth sense got me to look to the left when I should of been looking to the right. It's that my sixth sense was right. It tried to spare me, avoid me, from a direct view. It's the peripheral view while passing that takes at least ten steps and not two to think it through like a color that's new to you that you never saw before. Another way of saying it, I was half way cross the street when it struck me. It was ducking me.
What the fuck am I doing, pursuing. Nothing makes sense the moment fingers are for touch, words can talk, steps meet, eyes that greet face to face for the trial of real and denial.
I created the evidence and the verdict is a moot point.
..................
it's a saturday that feels like a sunday ready to slip into monday.
the hands on the clock are holding mine
I wish it was broke so I knew I'm right sometimes but....
She rather hug a dog than a huggin' me
and I don't need a leash to make me pee
She holds that dog close to her heart
and blocks the veiw of her favorite parts
damn that dog is luckier than me
damn that dog is luckier than me
I'm feeling like an apple on a tree
the odds are bad it's plain to see
that it'd be her to take a bite of me
damn that dog is luckier than me
that's what it's all about
I saw her standing with one foot in passion and the other foot out the door.
It's not hard understanding a women who refused to take on more
The worst kind of question may have ran through her mind
why trust a heart when I still question mine.
Maybe I'm writing about myself to clear the air or loudly shout
by laying out the cost and how it quickly mounts
The meter of these words are all I really got
It's kind of messy explaining the pain of doubt
and now The Rutles Royal Command Performance
He was very concerned
I saw the neurologist last Thursday. He was very concerned about my 2003 to the present chronic but controlled (broken neck) headaches. He also found an important incorrect entry in my medical chart that helped prevent me from having my "god send" medication renewed since July.
I, however, received a phone call from Temple at 9:50PM on Sunday. (Such an ID call makes you look at the clock.) I was told that an appointment was made for an ultrasound of my carotid arteries. This made me feel good to know that the doctor sees more than a straight line and quick to act. i.e. stroke. It was a real person on the other end of the line and not a "Press 1 if..." kind of call. You know I went.
The technicians found plaque build up on the left side which was in the "you know it's not good but you got nothing to worry about" range. The right side was clear. The doctor will have the last word and the standard print out instructions sent by mail. I hope.
The best part of the day was inadvertently starting a funny and fun filled disturbance on the corner of Allegheny and Broad. It was what I saw upon reaching the top of the subways steps. The vendor, an old guy, was selling prominently displayed rolls of toilet paper. We locked eyes and I boomed out "Sir, you're gonna be a rich man." He, we all started laughing and the guy sitting across on the ledge words seconded the comedy as the guy sitting further down walked towards us with a bunch of "he could....." lines loud enough to be heard. The people passing by paused to hear what's going on with a bit of commentary befitting the moment. The elderly lady was heard telling her young companion, "this is silly stuff..hold on..hold on for a minuet." The 30ish women was on her cell loudly describing what's happening, the sight, the sound. It all might of been about a good two minutes even with the hello/goodbye nods, smiles, milling around laughter.
So, in keeping with the moment, here's THE RUTLES.
This is the quickest I could get this here
A Four Word Pass
Friday night's like a car that crashed
aint' got the girl, aint' got the cash
I got the spin, I got the charm
as I'm greeting chickens sitting in this barn
That sack of corn sure made me think
it'd be so nice if I had a drink
in a cheap motel that's fun and fine
without a pencil to draw the line
and honey, you could always slap my face
while taking you freely by your waist
don't look for pencil or pen
that line's erased, so let's begin
now honey, let's do it all again
I really think we ought to be friends
you're prettier than chicken' and hens
so tomorrow night let's do it all again
let it all begin
Score !!!
Once upon a time a blunder over time turned into Patriotic Thunder.
photo uncredited
words and concept by roman blazic__all rights reservedBetween the two
Changes worth noting
Belgrade St has been re-imagined by default. It's popularity is interesting to look at especially around Palmer Cemetery and the improved design at Frankford Ave and Crease St. The improvements successfully put to rest any safety concerns. The speedway was shut down. (saw it for myself, it's better this way.)
Foot traffic around the cemetery has greatly increased because of many runners/joggers, dog owners/______(fill in the blank), normal neighborhood traffic and parents with small children out for a walk, scooter, bike or coach. The Belgrade St side has a garden feel to it.
Belgrade St for many is the gateway to a vibrant commercial Frankford Ave. It was on a seat in the garden that brought about reflection of mixed feelings for the old and new but wise enough to enjoy the view moving on as to how I saw it.
words and pictures by roman blazic_all rights reserved