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Poem- Gentrification by Jade Blackmore January 5, 2018

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Gentrification

 Livable but slippery
Once red brick villains,
Now a horde of liars.
Vinegar tears from the old guard.
A concrete asp left over
from maladaptive days.

Protests fall on deaf ears,
A broken, lingering fear.
The mundane tapestry of day-to-day life
Shocked into submission by
The din of construction cranes
Perfecting
a permanently vacant building
Only the rats and spiders see their paper-thin but sustainable walls.

Laws were broken, then changed with the customary sleight-of-hand.
The lights go out
At the gymnasium where a one-eyed millionaire from the Valley
Tells bartenders and store clerks
How another luxury building will benefit them.
Homeless men raid the snack table
Then go down the street to sleep in front of the
Picture window
Framing a brand new, cobwebbed lobby.

 

Poems by B.Z. Niditch – In Manhattan 1990 and New York City 1999 May 8, 2016

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IN MANHATTAN 1990

Anti-romantic
Andy Warhol
a passion to the lost,
I’m on a sleeper car
the ex-camera rolls
for we underground Beats
are giving our readings
on street corners,
with a lost Anna Karina photo
when married to Godard
we find at the Chelsea,
I buy a lunch poem
from Frank O’Hara
at the Cedar Bar,
here is
cheap vodka in draws
as time lapses
in my synapses
of taboo tripping,
after Andy demanded
to be electrically shaved
for the boy next door
carrying an imbibed state
for an extra in “Flesh”
needing a prescription
for a drug free America
losing a nude display
of Gordon Parks’ sequences
after getting the “Shaft”
on the way meeting Lana
a transvestite
who asked me for a light
and turned herself into
a bulbous yet
nosey chaperon
asking me to do
her laundry
of lace aprons,slips,dresses
of silk, Egyptian cotton,
and chancy things
drifting in the wash
in bathed bleach
of celestial swimsuits
from Esther Williams’
Technicolor sets
swirling shirts and blouses
lifted things from Macy’s
from a drawn basket
in shiny scents of lystoil.

 

NEW YORK CITY 1999

With the romantic
gone
here in the French
underground
once again
playing jazz
to a melody of Mahler
and Rameau
before a French mirror
doubled up
for Mallarme,
the wind
has Paris icicles
for us
in the restaurant
we murder croissants
by the portmanteau movies
of Spanish refugees
seeing bridal angels
of Chagall and Picasso
of our passing.

 

BIO:

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:    Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and ArtThe Literary ReviewDenver QuarterlyHawaii ReviewLe Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism InternationalJejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Poem – Down the Rabbit Hole by Jade Blackmore February 17, 2016

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She walks through the hippest cemetery in America at midnight.
(More beer bottles, fewer bouquets)
“Your boyfriend must be hard to live with,” her heroin addict companion observes,before arguing with the burly security guard at the front gate.
There’s no time to wonder how she got here,
And even less time to get out.

Poem – In New York City by B.Z. Niditch January 11, 2015

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IN NEW YORK CITY 
Night corners me
by the Savoy
in my original shadow
like a somnambulist
wanting to wrestle
in the snow
shivering in half light
outside the marquee
of “Midnight Cowboy”
bed clothed in leather
with a balanced sadness
heading slowly
for Greenwich Village time
with a new horoscope.
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B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

..And God Created New York – Poem and Painting by Helen Burke January 8, 2015

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…And God Created New York

 And God created New York , because it was a Wednesday
And ..just because he could.
And at first , when he saw what he had done , he smiled.
And God said ..I will put all the haves at one end and they
Will be miserable as sin itself … and in the gutter I will put|
The have nots and they will know the truth about happiness.
And some will be truly fine , and smile ..but others may want more.
And for them I will put a wheel called kharma in a dustbin
And some will find it , and some wont .
And this I will call the wheel of Destiny and it will amuse me
At the weekends to tinker with its tiny heart.
And move it from bin to bin .
(Things have been slow since the Israelites came home)
.And so – some still went window shopping for what they could
Not have , down women’s blouses and up skirts.
While others saw the light and made a choice straightaway
Of good women and lean meat ( or vice- versa)
And on the fifth day when God saw , truly saw with his new
Glasses back from the menders, just what he had done
He said …….. Oh Shit ……. My My ,and oh oh , what a pickle.
But it was too damn late now.
And try though he might to rectify ………….
All he did was further create Los Angeles , Las Vegas
And some dodgy real estate in California.
The karmic wheel of Destiny was sprung .
Since then , as you can imagine ..God keeps a lowish profile
On a Wednesday.
Just stays home plays poker with the Prophets
And parts the odd Red Sea
(For which the Haves , the Have nots , the Would like to Haves
And even the Used to Haves but cant be arsed now ..
Are glad in equal measure .)
Roll on the weekend don’t you think ??????

BIO  

UK poet Helen Burke has written poetry for the last 35 years. Her work is widely anthologised and has won many national prizes, including the Manchester, the Suffolk and the Devon and Dorset prize.  You can read more of her work here.

Poem – Inconsolable January 4, 2015

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Inconsolable

Marriage
Was too far gone a concept
Like
The view beyond the observatory railing or
Blue stars
Hidden in the void,
Gutless but free.
More than
A tawdry romp
Would have been icing on the cake.
Just a slap and tickle
(and a messy one at that)
would have meant
More than all the Hallmark cards
And academic diatribes in the world.
From the ping of empty beer bottles
On St. Marks Place
To a cold carless Sunset Strip
On a Monday night
Tears where a warm body should have been.
It is a Bible-thumping lie
To think
We only regret
The hefty and somber
Mistakes of life.
The silly
Rhinestones that could have been
Leave scars just as deep.

Copyright 2003 Jade Blackmore

Poem – Suicide November 22, 2014

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Suicide

Man in Frankenstein mask
Hanging from the limb of a streetlamp
As Gucci-wearers gawk.
The latest freak show on Sunset Strip.*

Copyright 1982 by Jade Blackmore
*This poem was inspired by a news story I heard in the early ’80s.